So much of this was what I lived through in the early sixties, early seventies. It was horrid that we still had to shrug off the prejudices of the generation preceding us before we could be heard as having an intelligent, legitimate complaint about how psychiatry treated us.
In some of this documentary, I was glad I wasn't that sick, and I mean by that overtaken by a mental illness to the point I could not reason for myself. I was so fervently grateful for having found a psychiatrist who let me figure out how things related to one another and how this did or did not impede my need for understanding.
I've run across a few of these women in the drugstore or the grocery and kept quiet out of respect for their bravery in being in this film.
I am happy for those of them who have found peace or love. I would seriously like to hug them all, cook a nice dinner and sit down and talk.
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