Category: EoT Philosophy

Posts based on our philosophy

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Dark Times

Trafik are a cutting edge electronica act. Dark Times is the opener for their ‘None But The Brave’ Album. The lyrics sum up End Of Terror’s philosophy. We live in dark times, the Dark Ages of Healthcare. It is as though the Spanish Inquisition as been reborn. Surely as a species we have evolved far enough in the modern age to be able to recognise and respect the most fundamental of human rights? Let’s hope and pray for a Renaissance...

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Two Types of Patient

As found often in life, mental health reveals a distinct dichotomy when categorising patients. The dividing line falls between voluntary patients (who constitute the vast majority of the world’s mental health patients) and compulsorily treated patients. The difference between the two is significant. I like to think of the distinction in terms of pornography. There is a great variety of porn on offer in today’s world and it can neatly be placed in two major categories: Softcore porn might be...

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End Of Terror? Mission Statement

What is ‘End Of Terror’ about? Here is our mission statement… ‘The thing lacking in the monstrosity that is the modern psychiatry industry is the VOICE OF REASON. This blog-based website aims to publicly expose the wrongdoings and evil of an archaic system which spans the planet, holding no respect at all for human rights or medicine. Psychiatry makes many claims and is a rapidly expanding business and way of life for both workers and victims alike. We want to...

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Fighting for Truth and Justice and the End of Tyranny and Evil in Mental Health and Psychiatry

On April 2nd 1997 my life changed forever. I was a fresh-faced 19 year old student atUniversity College London, a DJ and party promoter with a promising career in front of him and a healthy and active social life. I had my whole life in front of me and not a care in the world. On my ‘Ground Zero‘ disaster day, that sunny Spring afternoon, I was handed a sheet of paper by a social worker in a room in a local Welsh mental hospital and informed that I had...