Jérôme Frenchise
05-20-2006, 03:15 PM
Now this is amazing... Back when lobotomy was a current practice on either side of the Atlantic.
from http://www.dim.com/~randl/gulag.htm
Madeleine's Story
[B]Madeleine was a 27 year old newscaster in New York city, in the mid 1950's. She had begun to have delusions and terrifying dreams. She thought that 'Three Wise Men' were constantly telling her what to do, and quit her job because they began to appear sitting on the microphone. She was referred to Dr. Cameron, who put her on Thorazine. She feared him greatly, because he was so grim and forbidding, and he asked her questions that made no sense; questions like: 'Do you ever imagine you are being struck by molten raindrops? Fire or bullets?'. Her paranoia was made worse by her fear of Dr. Cameron. She began to believe he was working with the Three Wise men. She decided to commit suicide by taking all of the Thorazine at once, and would pace and search in her apartment endlessly trying to find where her husband had hidden the bottle. The Wise men constantly taunted and ridiculed her, telling her how worthless she was. Her husband was caring and attentive, but it had gotten so the only way she could bear to have sex with him was if she pretended he was her father.
All of her sessions with Dr. Cameron were recorded, and he always called her as he did all women, 'Lassie', or 'Girlie'. His severity and disturbing questions made each 'therapy' session worse for Madeleine.
Madeleine finally found the bottle and took all of the Thorazine at once. Her husband, having called every two hours from work for weeks, rushed home and got her to the hospital to have her stomach pumped. On Dr. Cameron's recommendation, she was committed to his facility at McGill University.
At the clinic, Madeleine was now subjected to more intensive 'treatment'. She developed another hallucination she called the 'Sloth', and despite the countless times the electro-shock cart had been wheeled up to her rubber sheeted bed and the paddles on her temples had zapped her into oblivion, the hallucinations got worse.
Over three years she spent forty-four weeks at the clinic, consumed mountains of pills and thousands of volts. Each time she went home, she tried to kill herself.
Her final stay at the clinic was marked by a substantial increase in drugs and electroshock treatments. After each jolt of electricity, Madeleine would have convulsions. A rubber gag was inserted into her mouth to keep her from biting her tongue off. Usually every morning she recieved six separate bursts of electricity.
At this point Madeleine tried to escape from the clinic. Running in her robe in Montreal traffic, she was retrieved by clinic interns and returned to her bed. Dr. Cameron, satisfied that Madeleine's Depatterning was going well, was ready to begin the Psychic Driving phase. Now it was time for Madeleine to go to the 'Sleep Room'.
She now found herself in a dormitory silent except for the whispering of the tape loops in the helmets of the drugged patients. Many were in beds, some sat at tables being spoon fed by nurses.
"Madeleine had been kept in a chemically controlled sleep for thirty-six days and was awakened only to eat. In between her meals she received thirty more multiple shocks."
During an extended stretch in the isolation chamber, Madeleine had uttered these words:
"...I used to stay out late just to get him going. I wanted to arouse him. I wanted him to love me so I could love him the way my mother never had. I wanted him..." These words in her own voice were looped for weeks in Madeleine's helmet, during her stay in the sleep room.
After another forty days in the isolator, Madeleine was not improving. Dr. Cameron decided it was time for her to have a lobotomy.
Between 1944 and 1960, over 100,000 lobotomies had been performed in the United States. The figure for Europe was similar. Tens of thousands of lobotomies were performed in the Pacific Basin and India. There, the technique was simpler- a sufficiently strong electro-shock put them to sleep and was cheaper than an anesthetic. "A 'trocar', a graduated instrument rather like a miniature ice pick, was driven through the bony orbit behind the eye socket and tapped gently with a surgeon's mallet to destroy brain cells and nerve fibers. Three or four patients could be handled in an hour." (p. 219)
Madeleine Smith's lobotomy was slightly more sophisticated:
"A theater porter wheeled Madeleine and he and the nurse transferred her from the trolley onto the operating table. Madeleine wore only a surgical gown. She stared, fully conscious, into the powerful overhead light.
"The radical lobotomy would be performed under a local anesthetic so that the surgeon could immediately judge her disorientation, indicating how successful was his severing of her frontal lobes. Until he observed the required signs, he would continue to destroy that portion of her brain.
"Do you feel anything, lassie?" Dr. Cameron always asked. Madeleine mumbled as he peeled back the skin on her forehead, exposing the bone.
Using the surgeon's drill, "He drilled for a few moments and a fine spray of bone shavings spumed into the air...After he finally retracted the brace, the resident collected the skull shavings from Madeleine's head and placed them in a small gallipot. The dust would be used to fill up the burr hole at the end of the operation."
"Madeleine's brain was exposed, milky pink in color."
"The surgeon asked for a long steel spatula that had replaced the wire stylet Dr. Moniz had used as a leucotome in his first operations; the stylet had proven not to be stiff enough, and the wire had a tendency to bend in a patient's brain, traversing through blood vessels and tissue not meant to be destroyed. The journals had been filled with accounts of patients who had started to have epileptic seizures and other serious complications caused by the wire. The spatula was an altogether more sturdy weapon."
"Lassie, count to ten."
A series of grunts came from Madeleine.
"The surgeon inserted the spatula into the burr hole. He worked to a definite routine: down a few centimeters, then a pause to move the instrument a few centimeters laterally. Each move destroyed more of Madeleine's brain."
"Can you sing your favorite song?"
A strange moaning came from Madeleine.
"The surgeon drove the spatula further into her brain, extending and widening the wound, from which blood oozed.
"Lassie, count to ten."
There was a grunt from Madeleine.
The surgeon continued to destroy her brain.
"Do you feel sleepy?"
She gave the same response.
The surgeon withdrew the spatula and asked for a cannula, a heavy-gauge hypodermic needle. He inserted it in the hole and, using steady pressure, drove it down to the spheroidal, the bony ridge at the base of the skull. The cannula was withdrawn. Once more he inserted the spatula, and swung its handle upward, so that the blade could be drawn along the base of her skull and a cut made as far to the side as possible in her brain."
"Dr. Cameron continued to ask questions. They were part of what he termed the disorientation yardstick- his means of knowing how much brain destruction was being acheived.
"Lassie, speak to me."
A further grunt.
The surgeon continued, and finally she made no more sounds, closed her eyes and fell into a stupor.
"Dr. Cameron bent over Madeleine. Removing the eyeshield, he lifted one and then another of her eyelids. She stared vacuously back at him.
"Lassie, its all over, no more pain."
Later that day, Madeleine was transferred to St. Jean de Dieu hospital, to enter the custodial care of the religious sisters who maintained a number of zombies like her." [...] [B]
Brrr... :eek:
from http://www.dim.com/~randl/gulag.htm
Madeleine's Story
[B]Madeleine was a 27 year old newscaster in New York city, in the mid 1950's. She had begun to have delusions and terrifying dreams. She thought that 'Three Wise Men' were constantly telling her what to do, and quit her job because they began to appear sitting on the microphone. She was referred to Dr. Cameron, who put her on Thorazine. She feared him greatly, because he was so grim and forbidding, and he asked her questions that made no sense; questions like: 'Do you ever imagine you are being struck by molten raindrops? Fire or bullets?'. Her paranoia was made worse by her fear of Dr. Cameron. She began to believe he was working with the Three Wise men. She decided to commit suicide by taking all of the Thorazine at once, and would pace and search in her apartment endlessly trying to find where her husband had hidden the bottle. The Wise men constantly taunted and ridiculed her, telling her how worthless she was. Her husband was caring and attentive, but it had gotten so the only way she could bear to have sex with him was if she pretended he was her father.
All of her sessions with Dr. Cameron were recorded, and he always called her as he did all women, 'Lassie', or 'Girlie'. His severity and disturbing questions made each 'therapy' session worse for Madeleine.
Madeleine finally found the bottle and took all of the Thorazine at once. Her husband, having called every two hours from work for weeks, rushed home and got her to the hospital to have her stomach pumped. On Dr. Cameron's recommendation, she was committed to his facility at McGill University.
At the clinic, Madeleine was now subjected to more intensive 'treatment'. She developed another hallucination she called the 'Sloth', and despite the countless times the electro-shock cart had been wheeled up to her rubber sheeted bed and the paddles on her temples had zapped her into oblivion, the hallucinations got worse.
Over three years she spent forty-four weeks at the clinic, consumed mountains of pills and thousands of volts. Each time she went home, she tried to kill herself.
Her final stay at the clinic was marked by a substantial increase in drugs and electroshock treatments. After each jolt of electricity, Madeleine would have convulsions. A rubber gag was inserted into her mouth to keep her from biting her tongue off. Usually every morning she recieved six separate bursts of electricity.
At this point Madeleine tried to escape from the clinic. Running in her robe in Montreal traffic, she was retrieved by clinic interns and returned to her bed. Dr. Cameron, satisfied that Madeleine's Depatterning was going well, was ready to begin the Psychic Driving phase. Now it was time for Madeleine to go to the 'Sleep Room'.
She now found herself in a dormitory silent except for the whispering of the tape loops in the helmets of the drugged patients. Many were in beds, some sat at tables being spoon fed by nurses.
"Madeleine had been kept in a chemically controlled sleep for thirty-six days and was awakened only to eat. In between her meals she received thirty more multiple shocks."
During an extended stretch in the isolation chamber, Madeleine had uttered these words:
"...I used to stay out late just to get him going. I wanted to arouse him. I wanted him to love me so I could love him the way my mother never had. I wanted him..." These words in her own voice were looped for weeks in Madeleine's helmet, during her stay in the sleep room.
After another forty days in the isolator, Madeleine was not improving. Dr. Cameron decided it was time for her to have a lobotomy.
Between 1944 and 1960, over 100,000 lobotomies had been performed in the United States. The figure for Europe was similar. Tens of thousands of lobotomies were performed in the Pacific Basin and India. There, the technique was simpler- a sufficiently strong electro-shock put them to sleep and was cheaper than an anesthetic. "A 'trocar', a graduated instrument rather like a miniature ice pick, was driven through the bony orbit behind the eye socket and tapped gently with a surgeon's mallet to destroy brain cells and nerve fibers. Three or four patients could be handled in an hour." (p. 219)
Madeleine Smith's lobotomy was slightly more sophisticated:
"A theater porter wheeled Madeleine and he and the nurse transferred her from the trolley onto the operating table. Madeleine wore only a surgical gown. She stared, fully conscious, into the powerful overhead light.
"The radical lobotomy would be performed under a local anesthetic so that the surgeon could immediately judge her disorientation, indicating how successful was his severing of her frontal lobes. Until he observed the required signs, he would continue to destroy that portion of her brain.
"Do you feel anything, lassie?" Dr. Cameron always asked. Madeleine mumbled as he peeled back the skin on her forehead, exposing the bone.
Using the surgeon's drill, "He drilled for a few moments and a fine spray of bone shavings spumed into the air...After he finally retracted the brace, the resident collected the skull shavings from Madeleine's head and placed them in a small gallipot. The dust would be used to fill up the burr hole at the end of the operation."
"Madeleine's brain was exposed, milky pink in color."
"The surgeon asked for a long steel spatula that had replaced the wire stylet Dr. Moniz had used as a leucotome in his first operations; the stylet had proven not to be stiff enough, and the wire had a tendency to bend in a patient's brain, traversing through blood vessels and tissue not meant to be destroyed. The journals had been filled with accounts of patients who had started to have epileptic seizures and other serious complications caused by the wire. The spatula was an altogether more sturdy weapon."
"Lassie, count to ten."
A series of grunts came from Madeleine.
"The surgeon inserted the spatula into the burr hole. He worked to a definite routine: down a few centimeters, then a pause to move the instrument a few centimeters laterally. Each move destroyed more of Madeleine's brain."
"Can you sing your favorite song?"
A strange moaning came from Madeleine.
"The surgeon drove the spatula further into her brain, extending and widening the wound, from which blood oozed.
"Lassie, count to ten."
There was a grunt from Madeleine.
The surgeon continued to destroy her brain.
"Do you feel sleepy?"
She gave the same response.
The surgeon withdrew the spatula and asked for a cannula, a heavy-gauge hypodermic needle. He inserted it in the hole and, using steady pressure, drove it down to the spheroidal, the bony ridge at the base of the skull. The cannula was withdrawn. Once more he inserted the spatula, and swung its handle upward, so that the blade could be drawn along the base of her skull and a cut made as far to the side as possible in her brain."
"Dr. Cameron continued to ask questions. They were part of what he termed the disorientation yardstick- his means of knowing how much brain destruction was being acheived.
"Lassie, speak to me."
A further grunt.
The surgeon continued, and finally she made no more sounds, closed her eyes and fell into a stupor.
"Dr. Cameron bent over Madeleine. Removing the eyeshield, he lifted one and then another of her eyelids. She stared vacuously back at him.
"Lassie, its all over, no more pain."
Later that day, Madeleine was transferred to St. Jean de Dieu hospital, to enter the custodial care of the religious sisters who maintained a number of zombies like her." [...] [B]
Brrr... :eek: