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Ted  Chabasinski

Ted Chabasinski

"When Miss Callaghan had discovered enough "symptoms," I was sent to the Bellevue children's psychiatric ward, to be officially diagnosed and to made an experimental animal for Doctor Bender. I was one of the first children to be "treated" with electric shock. I was six years old."

Born:

20 March 1937

Contact info: Berkeley, California, USA

Currently doing: Ted is working as the directing attorney for Mental Health Consumer Concerns (MHCC).

Mental health experience: Shocked, Inpatient, Outpatient, Forced Treatment, Raped, Restraints, Tortured, Solitary Confinement

Psychiatric labels: Schizophrenia

Recovery methods: Peer Support, Self-Help, Social Activism, One-on-one Therapy, Group Therapy, Diet, Exercise, Art/Music, Family/Friends

Brief History:

Psychiatrists and social workers had already decided before I was born that I was going to be a mental patient. My natural mother had been locked up just before she gave birth to me and was locked up again soon after. The social worker from the Foundling Hospital told my foster parents that my mother was "peculiar," and Miss Callaghan soon had them looking for symptoms in me, too. Every month Miss Callaghan would come and discuss my "problems" with my foster parents. If I only wanted to stay in the back yard with my sister and make mud pies, this was a sign that I was too passive and withdrawn, and my mommy and daddy were supposed to encourage me to explore the neighborhood more. When I started to wander around the neighborhood, I went to a neighbor's garden and picked some flowers. The neighbor complained, and Miss Callaghan held a long session with my parents about curbing my "hostile" impulses.

I knew that my foster parents were afraid of the Foundling Hospital Lady. But I didn't understand why. Because it was only me she could take back to the hospital. "If you're not a good boy, we'll take you back to the hospital where we got you," my mommy and daddy warned. But sometimes they would make the hospital sound nice, the place where they picked me out from all the other little boys and girls, though they never explained why they picked me. My mommy and daddy pointed to me and the nurse brought me out, wrapped in a blanket. And they took me home to the Bronx.

When Miss Callaghan had discovered enough "symptoms," I was sent to the Bellevue children's psychiatric ward, to be officially diagnosed and to be made an experimental animal for Doctor Bender. I was one of the first children to be "treated" with electric shock. I was six years old.

I won't go to the shock treatment, I won't! It took three attendants to hold me. At first Doctor Bender herself threw the switch, but later when I was no longer an interesting case, my tormenter was different each time.

I wanted to die but I really didn't know what death was. I knew that it was something terrible. Maybe I'll be so tired after the next shock treatment I won't get up, I won't ever get up, and I'll be dead. But I always got up. Something in me beyond my wishes made me put myself together again.

I memorized my name, I taught myself to say my name. Teddy, Teddy, I'm Teddy...I'm here, I'm here, in this room, in this hospital. And my mommy's gone...I would cry and realize how dizzy I was. The world was spinning around and coming back to it hurt too much. I want to go down, I want to go where the shock treatment is sending me, I want to stop fighting and die...and something made me live, and to go on living I had to remember never to let anyone near me again.

I spent my seventh birthday this way, and my eighth and ninth birthdays locked in a seclusion room at Rockland State Hospital. I had learned the best way to endure this was to sleep as much as possible, and sleeping was all I could do anyway. I was in a constant state of exhaustion, and I began to have colds that lasted all year because the more sadistic attendants would turn off the radiator and open the window, even in December. Doctor Sobel said it was a sign of my sickness that I didn't like fresh air.

Sometimes the attendants would leave the door to my room unlocked while the rest of the kids went to the dining room. I would roam the hall looking for something to read, something to look at, to play with, anything that would make the time pass, anything I could use to keep myself distracted. I would save part of my food and think for hours of when I would eat it. Sometimes mice would run through the room, along the walls, and I would watch them carefully and try not to scare them. I wished that I were small enough to run under the door like they could. Sometimes there was nothing in the room, nothing at all, and I would lie on the mattress and cry. I would try to fall asleep, but I couldn't sleep twenty-four hours a day, and I couldn't stand the dreams.

I would curl into a ball, clutching my knees, and rock back and forth on the mattress, trying to comfort myself. And I cried and cried, hoping someone would come. I'll be good, I said. And the attendant would stare at me unexpectedly through the little window with wires in it so I couldn't break the glass and kill myself. Every few days, Doctor Clardy would come in surrounded by attendants and tell me that I had to learn how to "adjust." "Well adjusted" was a phrase that Doctor Clardy used often. By the age of ten, I had adjusted well to being in solitary confinement.

And so I spent my childhood waking from nightmare to nightmare in locked rooms with scraps of torn comic books and crusts of bread and my friends the mice, with no one to tell me who I was. When I was seventeen and the shrinks thought they had destroyed me, they set me free.

I was free.

Interviewer's Comments: Ted had been active in the psychiatric survivors movement since 1971, and is a former SCI Board President. He was the lead organizer of the 1982 campaign that successfully persuaded Berkeley voters to ban shock treatment in the city. Amongst his colleagues, Ted is known as a visionary, an articulate, tough, and often witty speaker, and a man of substantial character.

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