Let me be very clear about something.
Modern psychiatry is not primarily about repairing damaged minds. In practice, it is far more often about teaching damaged people how to function quietlyโhow to mask distress, suppress history, and remain acceptable to everyone else. Recovery is measured less by relief from suffering than by how little discomfort one causes others.
If youโve followed my story, youโll know that my first sustained contact with psychiatry and social services came in 1980 during the aftermath of the Captain Father Angus McRae child sexual abuse scandal on Canadian Forces Base Namao.
Three Systems, One Child
During that period, I was trapped between three systems, each with competing priorities:
- the military social work system,
- the civilian child welfare system, and
- a deeply dysfunctional family, headed by a low-ranking CAF member struggling with untreated psychiatric issues, alcoholism, anger, and fear for his own career.
My civilian social workers recognized that my home environment was harmful and attempted to remove me from it. My military social worker, however, worked just as hard to prevent that outcomeโnot because civilian foster care was inherently worse, but because civilian intervention threatened military control of the situation.
This distinction matters.
Because my family lived in military housing on CFB Griesbach, Alberta Social Services could not simply enter the base and remove me. Civilian court orders had little practical force on base. Jurisdictional ambiguity worked entirely in the militaryโs favour.
Containing the McRae Scandal
At the same time, the Canadian Armed Forces and the Department of National Defence were doing everything possible to keep the McRae scandal minimized and out of public view. The decision to move McRaeโs court martial in cameraโdespite the general rule that courts martial are publicโwas not incidental.
From an institutional perspective, it was far more convenient to present the case as involving a single fourteen-year-old boy, the then-legal age of consent in 1980, framed as โhomosexual activity,โ than to acknowledge the reality: more than twenty-five children, some as young as four.
Under military law, sentences were served concurrently. Whether McRae abused one child or twenty-five, the maximum punishment remained the same. The difference lay only in public perception.
Blame as a Containment Strategy
This context explains much of what followed.
Captain Totzke, the military psychiatrist assigned to me, appeared deeply invested in ensuring that Iโnot the system, not the institutionโwas framed as the source of dysfunction. Civilian social workers were treated as adversaries. The unspoken fear was that if I were removed from my fatherโs care and placed into foster or residential care, I might stabilize, improve, and begin speaking openly about what had happened on CFB Namao.
Instead of being treated for trauma-induced depression, I was toldโexplicitlyโthat I suffered from a mental illness called โhomosexuality.โ I was warned that I would end up in jail. I was told I was a pervert for having โallowedโ my brother to be abused.
I was informed by Captain Totzke that he had the military police watching me, and that any expression of affection toward another boy would result in confinement at a psychiatric hospital. I was barred from change rooms, removed from team sports, and excluded from normal childhood activities under the justification that I could not be trusted to control myself even though I had been the victim of the abuse and not the abuser. In the military’s lens at the time, any sexual encounter between two males, no matter the age difference or the lack of consent, was treated as an indication of homosexuality. The victim was just as guilty as the perpetrator.
Age and Diagnosis
I was six years old when my family arrived on CFB Namao. I was eight when the abuse was discovered. Psychiatric intervention began about four months later just after my 9th birthday. By that point I was diagnosed with major depression, severe anxiety, haphephobia, and an intense fear of men. My father was so angry with me for having been found being abused that I was terrified that he was going to kill me.
None of these conditions were meaningfully treated.
What I did learn was how to perform wellnessโhow to mask distress just well enough to avoid punishment. That skill would define my later interactions with mental health professionals and the world in general. When I’d go for counselling with my civilian social workers, my father and Totzke would often warn me to watch what I said to the civilian social workers as they’d “twist my words” to make it sound as if I had said things that I didn’t say.
The Mask Never Comes Off
For decades afterward, my attempts at counselling followed a familiar pattern. My history was unwelcome. My symptoms were reframed as resistance. The stock phrases appeared reliably:
- โStop living in the past.โ
- โMove on.โ
- โYou donโt want to change.โ
- โYouโre playing the victim.โ
It was not until 2011, when I finally received my own records, that I understood how earlyโand how thoroughlyโmy life had been derailed.
Group therapy or one-on-one it didn’t matter. Especially back in the days before I had obtained my social services paperwork. My inability to get out of bed on consistently was just because I’d stay up too late. My ability to sleep for days on end and miss work was just because I was a lazy asshole. My preference to be left alone was nothing more than my superiority complex. My debilitating fear of courses and exams wasn’t due to low self esteem, hell no, it was that I thought that I was too good.
Medical Assistance in Dying
For a while now I have been very open about my desire to access Medical Assistance in Dying.
What continues to astonish me is how many people believe this wish can be dissolved through optimism, pharmacology, or spiritual novelty. Ketamine infusions, microdosing, mantrasโanything except acknowledging that some damage is permanent, and that survival itself can be a form of ongoing harm.
Don’t forget, in my case it wasn’t that the sexual abuse was unknown and no one ever knew about the issues I was facing. The CFB Namao child sexual abuse scandal was well known about in the military community. My diagnoses were known to my father and to Captain Totzke. But I wasn’t allowed to receive any help due to the desire to keep the proverbial “lid on things”.
Statistics and Comforting Fictions
This is why much of the anti-MAiD commentary rings hollow.
Recent opinion pieces lean heavily on selective statistics about suicide attempts and โrecovery,โ while ignoring the realities of under-reporting, stigma, misclassification of deaths, and survivorship bias.
Suicide statistics rely on narrow definitions: notes, explicit intent, immediate death. Overdoses are coded as accidental. Single-vehicle crashes are ambiguous. Deaths occurring months or years after catastrophic attempts are often excluded entirely.
The result is a comforting fiction.
A failed suicide attempt is not a victory. Often, it is survival driven by fearโnot of death, but of catastrophic impairment. That fear should not be celebrated as evidence of restored hope or desire to live.
What Psychiatry Refuses to Admit
If psychiatry were being honest, it would admit what it does not know: the precise causes of depression, why some people do not recover, why treatment sometimes merely dulls experience rather than alleviating suffering.
It would also acknowledge the role of compliance and performanceโthe pressure to appear โbetterโ so as not to be labeled the problem.
Instead, responsibility is quietly transferred back onto the patient.
And that, more than anything, is what I am unwilling to accept anymore.
Recently in the Toronto Star was an opinion piece
M.A.i.D. really isn’t an issue that requires “both sidesing”, but that’s what this opinion piece strives to do. It tries to mush a person’s right to self determination with personal opinions. And sadly the writer of the opinion piece concludes that if Canada could only fix its mental health system, then everyone would live happily ever after
Dr. Maher is dead set against M.A.i.D., to him any psychiatric illness can be easily treated, and if it can’t then the person should simply hold on and wait for a treatment that might possibly eventually work.
Dr. Maher was interviewed for an article published by the Canadian Mental Health Association.
I have some questions for Dr. Maher.
23% of what? What is the number of Canadians that attempt suicide? 10 people, 100 people, 1,000 people, 100,000 people? How many people are we talking about?
Do we even know how many people attempt to commit suicide every year?
How many overdoses or single vehicle collisions are actually suicides?
How many people killed during risk taking activities are actually suicides?
How many work place “accidents” are actually suicides?
How many times does the coroner resist calling a death a suicide to spare the family the stigma of a suicide death?
How many times does the lack of a note cause the police and others to overlook a suicide?
How many people attempt suicide only to back away at the last moment, not out of the fear of dying, but out of the fear of fucking it up and ending up living for 20 years as a vegetable in a nursing home?
How many people that have attempted suicide never try to commit suicide again, not because they don’t want to take another attempt, but because their first attempt left them either physically or cognitively unable to make another attempt?
I guess we’ll never know.
And that’s sad.
This lack of understanding allows suicide to be pawned off as some random irrational behaviour that is driven by temporary bouts of sadness that some people just get too hysterical about instead of admitting that the human brain has an actual breaking point that once crossed can never be uncrossed.
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