I was born in Overlook hospital in June, 1957 and lived on Canoe Brook Pkwy near Vanderpool pond til we graduated in 1975.
When I was 16, a tree fell on me in a tornado while I was camped for the night on a canoe trip in the Adirondacks and I had a 7 hour long operation and came to in a body cast in the intensive care ward of a hospital in Utica, NY, then was transferred down to Overlook.
I missed a good portion of our Junior year and had to be tutored at home while on crutches, and the accident impacted me in a lot of ways- especially nutritionally.
I was massively depleted of nutrients due to the stress of the situation, and this fed a bad genetic situation causing me to experience a host of debilitating psychiatric symptoms my last two years of high school.
I had no idea what was wrong, and it was very disconcerting. I suffered mostly from extreme depression, trouble concentrating, trouble sleeping, but also had perceptual distortions at times- and manic periods. All of this put a damper on my social life because I spent a lot of time isolating, feeling especially awkward not knowing what was wrong. I would wrack my brain trying to find some logical reason for what I was experiencing, but could find none.
I remember wanting to drop out of school, but hung in there and graduated. That summer I worked at Camp Wawayanda, a YMCA camp in the Catskills as a counselor, and at one point had a severe bout with insomnia and depression. I talked with the camp Director, unsure if I could finish out the summer. He let me wash dishes for a couple weeks, then I went back to being a counselor- but I was already starting to have serious doubts about how it would be for me at Washington College in Maryland which I was going to enter in September.
At Washington College, I ended up dropping out after only my first 3 weeks, suffering badly from suicidal depression, extreme insomnia and other symptoms.
I had no idea what was wrong, and felt like a failure as the Dean called my dad and he came and collected me, bringing me back to Summit.
I recall a party at Don Moriarty's house that winter when people had come back to Summit at which I got shit faced drunk, not wanting to talk about my life, and I recall stumbling out of his house and being followed all the way home by the police who didn't pull me over, but could have at any time as I crawled home at 3 mph. I realize in retrospect that they were truly looking out for me. They watched me stagger from the car and made sure I got up the front steps of the house before driving away.
My brother Steve found a book in the library about a guy named Fieve who was doing research on Lithium which had not yet been approved by the FDA at New York State Psychiatric Institute in NYC, and I became an outpatient in his research study. He put me on lithium and I returned to Washington College where I made it through 2 semesters with decent grades before falling apart again.
Lithium was not what I needed, and it only partially stabilized me.
When I dropped out this next time I became an in patient in Dr.Fieve's genetic research ward at New York State Psychiatric institute where i went through hell for 9 months after being promised that they'd have me patched up in 3.
I was told they'd find "just the right combination" of meds that would enable me to have my life back so I could return to school and function normally.
It was a form of hell. They injected us with radioactive isotopes in an effort to measure the sodium and potassium ions in our brain cells, and put us through a Body Count machine which is like a huge geiger counter.
Some people on my ward committed suicide. We'd go to sleep at night listening to the sound of the centrafuges spinning our blood in the lab across the hall.
We weren't treated as human beings, we were just numbers on a clip board, human lab rats, it was a very dehumanizing experience and they almost killed me.
After 9 months during which I deteriorated badly, they told my parents they could do nothing for me, that I needed a "long term" facility, so i was packed off to the Institute of Living in Hartford, CT.
There I went through abject hell, spending much of my time on a locked ward that was like being in prison. Many of the people on the ward had been remanded by the courts and would have been in the Forensic ward of the Connecticut State Prison if not for their parents having money and political pull.
We were all treated like prisoners, and I and one other guy had to march through the tunnels interconnecting the buildings at the end of the line under triple guard because they were the most afraid of us. We were always "acting out" and being put in seclusion rooms by the goons.
While I was on that locked ward I learned of a suppressed alternative treatment mode called Orthomolecular Medicine from my Aunt who it had helped. It had also helped a cousin.
I badly wanted to try this after reading some books. It made sense to me to bring about biochemical changes at the cellular level using safe non toxic substances that are indigenous to the human body as opposed to dangerous toxic psych meds with their horrible side effects which I hated.
My doctor arrogantly refused to let me try it though, and she screamed in my face at the top of her lungs "MEGAVITAMINS ARE BULLSHIT AND YOU'RE A DEAD MAN ON ACCOUNT OF YOUR ATTITUDE!!"
I didn't like being yelled at and got to my feet. I yelled back "Fuck you Bitch, if you're THAT MUCH against these vitamins I'm gonna get my HANDS on some, you're FIRED, you're NO LONGER my doctor, this session is OVER, I'm OUTA HERE!"
I stormed out of the room and straight into the waiting Goon squad led by a huge Jamaican guy who was big enough to be a defensive tackle on any pro football team. I wasn't just PUT in a seclusion room, I was AIRBORN going through the door.
I hit the rubber mat in the corner and he jumped on top of me and beat my head into the cinderblock wall til I was out cold, then shot me full of thorazine for good measure.
I ended up getting kicked out of the IOL for cold cocking an attendant who I punched in the face as hard as I could as he walked toward me in the corridor, and I was put into Fair Oaks in Summit.
That was fine with me because at least I was back in Jersey where Dr.Pfeiffer was (the doctor who'd helped my Aunt and cousin at the Princeton Brain Bio Center.
I badly wanted to see him, but Fair Oaks wouldn't let me. They attempted to tell me orthomolecular medicine was "unproven quackery" and showed me a very biased American Psychiatric Assn Report titled The APA Task Force Report on Megavitamin and Orthomolecular Therapy in Psychiatry.
I didn't trust it, and was RIGHT not to trust it because it turned out to be so biased that it couldn't even SEEM to be fair. The APA had selected a guy to run their Task Force who had a very well known public bias against orthomolecular therapy, and he hand picked the rest of his committee to insure that they thought the same way he did.
So all they did was "prove" their negative preconceived conclusions. They only examined negative studies, none of the positive ones. They didn't have anyone with any experience with orthomolecular medicine on their committee for the sake of debate within committee as had been done on other APA Task forces including one held that same year on electroshock treatment.
They never invited anyone with any experience with orthomolecular to speak to them for the sake of trying to learn anything or to get feedback on how they were conducting their inquiry.
They even had a social milieu theorist on their commitee, a guy named Mosher who once publicly stated that "even if every psychiatrist in America thought orthomolecular medicne worked, I would not believe it."
That made him "safe" to have on the committee since no amount of evidence could POSSIBLY convince him that orthomolecular medicine worked.
So I pleaded with mom and dad to help me go see Pfeiffer. Dad was dead set against it because some family friends who were MDs told him it was "unproven".
They wouldn't have said that if they'd seen Hoffer and Osmond's scholarly Reply to the APA Task Force Report, a Reply that included a strong statement of support for their work from Linus Pauling, the only person in history to win two completely unshared Nobel prizes.
Long story short, my mom helped me go see Pfeiffer, and I smuggled vitamins back into Fair Oaks, taking them secretly after hiding them in a mattress gouged out from the underside of my foam mattress while mouthing the toxic drugs they tried to force me to take which I spat down a toilet from then on.
In 3 weeks I was doing so much better they gave me a full medical discharge while scratching their heads, wondering which if their drugs were helping me, when it was NONE of them!
I'd been locked up for 4 years by then in a variety of state and private hospitals in 3 states, but I began my recovery by living with my brother Steve in Brooklyn, New York.
I got a job as a crewman aboard the Schooner Pioneer at South Street Seaport Museum where I also studied boatbuilding. That led to my moving to Maine where I was a boatbuilder and professional sailor for many years. I graduated from a two year trade school in Eastport Maine where I studied boatbuilding and yacht design and I worked in the Maine windjammer fleet aboard schooners, and in boatbuilding shops in different parts of the state.
I also got into doing yacht deliveries down to the Carribean. All of this was very healing. The sea makes you a King within yourself.
At one point I decided I wanted to give something back and I entered the field of Mental Health, and worked as a House Advisor/ Work Leader at Spring Lake Ranch in Vermont, a therapeutic work community for mentally ill adults.
I ended up getting fired a year later for giving an unauthorized lecture, complete with a slide show about orthomolecular medicine which the Ranch Doctor frowned on and regarded to be quackery.
That led to my current career as a health freedom lobbyist/ activist, work I've been doing now since the late 1980s. I lobby on Capital Hill, write articles, do public speaking, and basically have turned lemons into lemonade.
I own a home in Point Roberts, Washington, near Vancouver BC Canada, right on the border and love it here. I've met the woman of my dreams and we're going to be married soon. I go sailing all the time, and am active in a Masters Swim Club, age group competition swimming.
I've become a serious student of health and healthy living and have been learning a lot of cool things about how to slow, even reverse the aging process.
One thing I've been doing is bioidentical hormones. Read Suzanne Somers book "Ageless- the Naked Truth About Bioidentical Hormones" You can take bioidentical testosterone and put your T levels back to what they were when you were in your mid 20s and feel just as good!
I've been doing this now for several months and feel GREAT! My fiance is 37, I'll be 52 in June, but I sure don't feel 52! We plan on having kids.
If anyone would like to pick my brain on any of this, feel free to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
I'm leaving for a trip to Hawaii tomorrow, but will be back in a couple weeks. I'll be in email contact on the road, but am not sure how much time I'll have til I return.
You can see my websites at www.iahf.com, www.nocodexgenocide.com and I have some others you can get to from those if you're interested.