This picture is so fucked up. The 2 nurses are laughing and having a good time. Everyone else is thinking:
"Fuck, I just shit myself."
"I wish I had to strength to kill myself."
"Put me out of my misery already."
"PIP, Willamina."
I worked in nursing homes and psych wards while a student, for three weeks each... it's hell on earth. Psychological hell. Basically all staff members without exception are enjoying laughing openly at weakened and mostly isolated people daily and you can feel the obvious inhuman suffering of
customers patients whose bodies and minds are slowly decomposing day after day and cant say or do shit about it. At this point most are sedated without consent with powerful anti psychotics to accelerate the global -physical and psychological- decline so another
customer patient can replace them. As a patient, you re stripped of all your rights and are forced to comply with all coercitive behaviors of the so called "care givers". Most family members that sometimes came visiting them barely cared about what happened to them and you could sense it. They would just come to give themselves good conscience. Sometimes they would even laugh at the old patients with staff members...Everyone pretending all was fine and well. If the old patient says something out of place he/she knows he s going to get even more bullied once family leaves.
Most of these institutions are businesses and the dying human beings there are resources to "manage". They re financed by big pharmaceutical companies that provide them with the "drugs" which are subtly designed to accelerate their killing by deteriorating their brains and metabolism.
What i learnt there was that if for some reasons im not able to die in my bed at home surounded by close relatives, i d prefer to end on the streets dying of cold or shooting myself rather than ending there. A real life changing experience to spend some time there.
The irony is that these buildings are full of people who were convinced they d end bed ridden at home surrounded by caring family members...I remember an old man in a wheelchair quickly whispering in my hear while we were alone "this place isnt an hospital, it' s a prison". He pretty much summed my feelings in one sentence a few days before i left.
