The latest newspaper article about our story hit the streets this morning in the Albuquerque Tribune. I will let the story speaks for itself.

            As previous articles written by the same reporter and others are beginning to illustrate, our country is facing a mental health crisis and our family is just one of millions of victims.

            I will not put it all off on the mental health ‘professionals’, they are filling a void society created.

            Look at my family. I am one of the lucky ones. My parents are in Rio Rancho, my brother and his wife in Nob Hill, and there are thousands of cousins spread across the town. But I have two brothers and their family living in Missouri and Texas. My parents lived out of town for the first several years of Jessica’s life.

            My sister-in-law Gina was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2001, just before Patricia filed for divorce. My mother spent a great deal of 2002 and 2003 traveling between here and St. Louis as she supported Gina’s illness and our dealing with Patricia’s mental illness.

            The primary way society use to deal with mental illness was through the support of family, extended family, and the community. Remember the scene in ‘Crocodile Dundee” when they discuss mental health needs in rural Australia? If you have a problem, you tell Wally, Wally tells everyone else and the community sorts it out.

            As alluded to in the article, this is the method the family used to support Patricia’s mental illness for about fifteen years and I would argue with better success then when the mental health professionals became involved.

            At best, the mental health profession is a young science and we are suffering with their efforts to reach validity as we suffered through patent medicine a hundred and fifty years ago.

            At worst, the mental health profession believes its own press, and we face death after death as a result of their arrogance. What kind of arrogance is intrinsic in the belief that a psychologist, a stranger to the family, can decide the children’s future after only a few hours of work on a custody evaluation?

            The body of the Beast Machine is the mental health profession, what little intelligence involved in the profession is found in the ass.