Anti social behavior. That is my diagnosis. Not violent behaviour as such, but self isolation was my main symptom. It took a great social worker, one with issues of her own, one who needed to consider her own health before thinking about the community in such an altruistic fashion, a social worker who was well versed in the works of Durkheim, able to diagnose my ‘anti social’ behaviour as a symptom of my mental illness. For those of you who don’t know, Durkheim made a poor analysis of the cause of suicide, being a result of social withdrawal and isolation, anomie.
I’m from Dandenong B*t*h ! My daddy didn’t take me to Toorak and give me a Range Rover as reward for my exemplary results in my V.C.E. He brought me to the hood, the ghetto of boat people, comparable to Compton or Harlem. My best mate couldn’t read or write, but had guns. This is the type of person who would laugh at me for working minimum wage jobs to facilitate the expenses of a higher education, while he was rorting the state for commission housing by pumping out babies with the local whore. By the way, now he’s the one with the double storey mansion and SUV, afforded by his six bastard children.
My first girlfriend didn’t have money for lunch, but thought it was just fine to start an addiction of smoking, by bumming cigarettes from the other students, to smoke on school grounds. She never bought me one burger, never paid for one movie, not even so much as a potato cake. Two birthdays went past and she was mysteriously busy on those days, but she managed to calculate the benefits of buying a ‘friendship’ ring, towards the end of high school, after her second failing attempt at year twelve. I didn’t get Hillary or Ita, I got ghetto trash !
I didn’t sit around in the comforts of a Caulfeild mansion with my mates discussing, debating intriguing topics such as liberalism or the merits of the big bang theory. My mates took me to the mall, to learn the complexities of shoplifting. If it wasn’t stealing adidas trackie dacks, it was learning how to turn the knob of a VB commodore ; rocket science for the ghetto dweller. I got lessons on how to smoke bongs, not how to interpret the Old Testament. Who is to blame for my turning to a life of crime and drugs ?
It was only after I came out of prison that I began to consider the possibility that something went seriously wrong somewhere. It wasn’t the fact that I got ratted out by the good catholic school girl who would rather watch an episode of friends than learn an exotic Oriental martial art, it was something wrong with my behaviour. Hence change was required. I stopped drinking. I stopped drugs. I stopped the crime I was associated with. I stopped studying. I stopped working. I left the family home and burnt all my ‘friends’. I even gave up an olympic gold medal. Self isolation. I chose to withdraw from the society.
Fifteen years down the track, I have completed a masters in the liberal arts, after being expelled from the University I started my academic career at, the great RMIT, for being assessed as a risk to myself and the greater community, as a result of the history accumulated by successive morons who call themselves health workers. I am a strict Hindu vegetarian, yet I am the risk to the community. Not only labelled as terrorist, the psychiatrists concur with the highly educated social worker ; I am at risk of suicide, due to the fact that I decided to withdraw from the ‘normal’ process of socialization. Anti social disorder is the argument of the noble men.
As I venture into the research for a doctorate in the liberal arts, using the online distance education system that has only come into being over the last couple of years, I have to start by addressing individuality within society. The individual is core within our liberal philosophy of the west. Copernicus, Luther and Descartes needed Gutenberg. I needed NASA and Apple. I did not need the scum that I met through the institutions required to fulfill my parents’ wish that I possess a western tertiary education. I do not need to talk to morons. I do not want to talk to bloody idiots. The only reason that I might talk to you, is for selfish gains within my charitable venture, that of collecting information for my doctoral thesis !
Immunization is defined as the process of treatment to defend against disease. I was diagnosed by grandiose social / health workers, low grade at that, as having a mental illness, hence falling into the net of the mental health act. As we are bound by social contract, we all have to surrender some liberties for the greater security of the greater number. Due to the fact that I had exercised my liberty to choose not to engage with the idiots at large, being social withdrawal and isolation, the idiots came to me and, forced me out of my little 3m x 3m cell, with the use of drugs in the form of gas, in order to lay judgement. I was diagnosed as being suicidal, using the faulty reasoning of Durkheim, the dogma of anomie, one that the retards were not able to critique, thrown into the psych ward, slapped with the antisocial schizophrenic label, needing immunization for my own safety and the security of the general public ! My individual autonomy was squashed in order to conform to the expectations of the community ; the reality of liberties within the west.
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