Little Alien Monster

“I got lost in the extremly complex and contraddictory maze of psychiatry ... I question myself over concepts like forced medical hospitalization and SOCIAL CONTROL and — here we go — I find myself in a universe of websites which support the socalled «anti-psychiatry» ...

“But amongst all the website that I manage to visit I get hypnotized by one in particular, maybe because on its homepage appears the face of my beloved Nickolson in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, or maybe because of the exquisite midis from one page of the site to the other, I don’t know, but I know that in one night I manage to study it all and to get to know the history of thirty years of Tristano’s life, a mythical name that reminds me a lot of a rubber toy-car that I owned when I was a little girl, and it was called Isotta, I remember that it had a sweet fragrancy and the name Tristano brings it back to my mind.

“So, with an act of courage I send him the first email, posing to him a case which doesn’t pertain me directly, but pertains a person near to me. Tristano replies the same evening, or night, and I’m really happy about it ... He writes me things which are not new to me, so the monsters resurface in my mind, not to hurt me but to be defeated, but before this happens they start to devour without me realizing it.

“Maybe I should have never written to him, maybe I should no longer write to him — I think by myself — but meanwhile time passes and I realize that, maybe, even I, with my monsters, can support this socalled «anti-psychiatry».

“I realize that when it comes down to discrimination, alienation, stigma, social control ... all takes on the same face, the face of a man who shouts in the desert and no one listens to him! And Tristano’s problems and my own — different from his — end up resembling each other: he who suddenly finds himself having to live, after a long period of being forced to survive — not even for himself, but to please a society that wanted him mouth-shut, good and nice.

“Tristano and his struggles. Me and my struggles, and the distrust, the monsters, feeling controlled and spied-on, manipulated ... And the rest of the world that sleeps in ignorance, sedated by the command: MOUTH-SHUT, GOOD AND NICE...”

— Little Alien Monster
anonymous dweller of planets of another kind,
who, with her emails, always manages to restore a beam of sunlight
to my gloomy days spent behind my cold PC.

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