Poetically Incorrect

Completely random, completely real.

  • 9th March
    2012
  • 09
  • 19th February
    2012
  • 19

infirmaryroad:

this is the story i can’t get out of my mind. it makes me feel helpless & angry at the world, & want to help & hold & love.

genie was discovered at the age of 13, though due to extreme malnourishishment, she was originally estimated to be 6 or 7, & she could not speak. this is because spent these first 13 years of her life in near solitary confinement, locked in a room, & bound to a ‘potty chair’. her father forbade her mother & older brother to speak to her, & punished her if she herself spoke. the only words in her vocabulary of about 20 were negative (for example, “stop it”). she had a walk like that of a “bunny rabbit”, & sniffed, spat & clawed at things.

the story of genie doesn’t end well. because she had been brought up in total isolation, there was much interest in her scientifically. she would be able to tell them whether or not there really was a “critical period” in which humans learn to be humans & learn language & communication. able to learn words, some small phrases, but would suddenly prove unable to form sentences that made sense, although she was extremely good at sign language. she also developed a strong tendency to hoard. eventually, her doctors & caretakers lost funding due to a standstill in progress & lack of professional collection of data. she was passed around from foster person to foster person who rarely had her best interests in mind. one thought that having her & teaching her would make her ‘famous’, another physically beat her when she vomited, which caused an extreme relapse in which genie would NEVER verbalize anything again due to an extreme fear of opening her mouth. the doctors who then took her in for foster care seemingly lost interest when the money ran out. she is now institutionalized, & who knows when we will ever hear anything about her again. the fact that she was tossed aside the moment she couldn’t perform & entertain anymore is sick, & that time & time again money & fame outshone any desire to help such a beautiful & helpless being that really only needed unconditional love & patience.

(via reilareila)

  • 19th February
    2012
  • 19

“Clifford Hoyt, age 31, suffered serious injuries in an automobile accident in 1999. After he regained consciousness, he told a terrified nurse that he had died and visited Hell. He expounded on the tortures and anguish he experienced in frightening detail. He refused psychological treatment and was released.
Several weeks later, Hoyt’s neighbors complained to their landlord that strange music was playing in his apartment at all hours of the night. Upon investigating, the building’s owner found Clifford in this condition. Mr. Hoyt was still quite lucid and protested when the landlord attempted to call the police. Concerned for the damage done to his property, he took photographs of the apartment, of which the image above is an example. He left and contacted Mr. Hoyt’s family, who contacted authorities.
Clifford claimed that demons from Hell were still trying to capture him. He explained that his body would burn incessantly unless he played music to scare the demons away. He would only leave the house for short periods of time to get minimal supplies, including large blocks of ice to soothe the burning he felt as he tried to sleep.
Doctors attribute Clifford’s actions to brain damage suffered in the accident. He currently resides in a mental rehabilitation facility in Maryland.”

“Clifford Hoyt, age 31, suffered serious injuries in an automobile accident in 1999. After he regained consciousness, he told a terrified nurse that he had died and visited Hell. He expounded on the tortures and anguish he experienced in frightening detail. He refused psychological treatment and was released.

Several weeks later, Hoyt’s neighbors complained to their landlord that strange music was playing in his apartment at all hours of the night. Upon investigating, the building’s owner found Clifford in this condition. Mr. Hoyt was still quite lucid and protested when the landlord attempted to call the police. Concerned for the damage done to his property, he took photographs of the apartment, of which the image above is an example. He left and contacted Mr. Hoyt’s family, who contacted authorities.

Clifford claimed that demons from Hell were still trying to capture him. He explained that his body would burn incessantly unless he played music to scare the demons away. He would only leave the house for short periods of time to get minimal supplies, including large blocks of ice to soothe the burning he felt as he tried to sleep.

Doctors attribute Clifford’s actions to brain damage suffered in the accident. He currently resides in a mental rehabilitation facility in Maryland.”

(via millenniumiv)

  • 16th February
    2012
  • 16
  • 15th February
    2012
  • 15
lexithemexi:

thedailywhat:

Flowers For Someone Special of the Day: Found in an elevator on Valentine’s Day.
Transcript:

Dear Elevator Person,
Stood up… :S
….please take these only if you are on your way to see someone special.
, Stood-up guy.

Well that’s just about the saddest thing.
[reddit.]

:(

lexithemexi:

thedailywhat:

Flowers For Someone Special of the Day: Found in an elevator on Valentine’s Day.

Transcript:

Dear Elevator Person,

Stood up… :S

….please take these only if you are on your way to see someone special.

, Stood-up guy.

Well that’s just about the saddest thing.

[reddit.]

:(

(Source: thedailywhat)

  • 13th February
    2012
  • 13
  • 8th February
    2012
  • 08
  • 9th October
    2011
  • 09

whitegurlpr0blemz:

(Top) Gordie wakes up to the sight of 12 of the 18 cats he looks after. These animals, which he calls his “babies,” have become dependent on him for shelter and food not long after he moved to the bridge.

(Bottom) A cat shows affection for Gordie after he feeds it fish he found a day expired in a grocery store dumpster. “Sometimes I think these cats are my best friends, my only real friends,” says Gordie. He shares with them the meager amounts of food he is able to find.

(from Gordie, a story about a homeless man in Louisiana who was kicked out of his home after his fiance died, by Michael Conti / tumblr)


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