R.I.P. John Nash et ux

[BaalChatzaf]

The mathematician John Nash and his wife Alicia died as a result of an auto accident yesterday. They were in a taxi when the accident occurred.

Nash is one of the leading mathematicians of the 20 th century and has made seminal contributions to the theory of games and optimal policy making.

He was portrayed by the actor Russel Crowe in the movie: A Beautiful Mind.

Be we great or be we small, be we famous or be we unknown, we all live on the knife edge of danger.

Ba'al Chatzaf

[RobinReborn]

Very bright guy, unfortunately I think he couldn't handle the pressure of being in such an important position (basically mathematically demonstrating a strategy for the US to win the cold war). Sometimes Atlas Shrugs, in Nash's case he cracked under pressure.

[turkeyfoot]

Nashs major contribution was accomplished at age 22 long before before he had the problems depicted in A Beautiful Mind that were taken from an unauthorized biography written by Sylvia Nasir.

Im pretty sure Ive got the time line right.

Ive seen first hand results of the psychiatric profession practicing their art. Thank god (secularly) they didnt literally take his mind from him as was done to my lobotomized Aunt.

A prelude to this persons ordeal was a Dr who traveled the country performing this procedure out of compassion (?).

http://www.npr.org/2005/11/16/5014080/my-lobotomy-howard-dullys-journey

[BaalChatzaf]

Ive seen first hand results of the psychiatric profession practicing their art. Thank god (secularly) they didnt literally take his mind from him as was done to my lobotomized Aunt.

That is what happened to my Aunt Miriam (peace be upon her) Back in 1946. She was schichphrenic and the only thing that had in their tool back at the time was pre-frontal lobotomy. (Ugh!)

[Brant Gaede]

I have my own stories. The psychiatric goons favorite victims are females.

--Brant

they got Hemingway too

[turkeyfoot]

Ive seen first hand results of the psychiatric profession practicing their art. Thank god (secularly) they didnt literally take his mind from him as was done to my lobotomized Aunt.

That is what happened to my Aunt Miriam (peace be upon her) Back in 1946. She was schichphrenic and the only thing that had in their tool back at the time was pre-frontal lobotomy. (Ugh!)

My Aunts brother happened to be my ole man. 45 yrs ago complete chaos ruled at home while growing up. I skipped school, and was no sooner in a detention center than the snake eater Col showed up from Que, VN and had the clout to whisk me away. He drove me to Walter Reed where I was given a psychiatric eval and admitted, (honesty is the wrong policy when lies will save your life) to taking street drugs.

Adding insult to injury (since he was the cause of my much of what ailed me) the irony was he had me committed and then drove me to a mental hospital where I was held down and forced onto strong psychotropics to help me over the hump. I fought them with everything I had, again another mistake that was good enough for the profession to deem me irredeemable. Street drugs are tame compared to psychotropics. ) They sent me to Shepard and Enoch Pratt in Baltimore, one of the so called "best long term mental hospitals of its day". 1 yr and 7 mos later, they allowed that if I took the medication etc...theyd release me. My life was in tatters. I too was told I was schizophrenic. I never accepted it and learned never to say anything incriminating.

Modern psychiatry hasnt moved the needle much, imo, since then. My recovery started when writing my sperm donor. It was a poignant exercise in futility. In '13 he wrote to say he disowned me.

While watching A Beautiful Mind, I had a lump in my throat so big that when I expectorated it, ) I blurted it out in a gigantic sob that left me absolutely numb from the experience. RIP, John Nash.

[Selene]

Ive seen first hand results of the psychiatric profession practicing their art. Thank god (secularly) they didnt literally take his mind from him as was done to my lobotomized Aunt.

That is what happened to my Aunt Miriam (peace be upon her) Back in 1946. She was schichphrenic and the only thing that had in their tool back at the time was pre-frontal lobotomy. (Ugh!)

My Aunts brother happened to be my ole man. 45 yrs ago complete chaos ruled at home while growing up. I skipped school, and was no sooner in a detention center than the snake eater Col showed up from Que, VN and had the clout to whisk me away. He drove me to Walter Reed where I was given a psychiatric eval and admitted, (honesty is the wrong policy when lies will save your life) to taking street drugs.

Adding insult to injury (since he was the cause of my much of what ailed me) the irony was he had me committed and then drove me to a mental hospital where I was held down and forced onto strong psychotropics to help me over the hump. I fought them with everything I had, again another mistake that was good enough for the profession to deem me irredeemable. Street drugs are tame compared to psychotropics. ) They sent me to Shepard and Enoch Pratt in Baltimore, one of the so called "best long term mental hospitals of its day". 1 yr and 7 mos later, they allowed that if I took the medication etc...theyd release me. My life was in tatters. I too was told I was schizophrenic. I never accepted it and learned never to say anything incriminating.

Modern psychiatry hasnt moved the needle much, imo, since then. My recovery started when writing my sperm donor. It was a poignant exercise in futility. In '13 he wrote to say he disowned me.

While watching A Beautiful Mind, I had a lump in my throat so big that when I expectorated it, ) I blurted it out in a gigantic sob that left me absolutely numb from the experience. RIP, John Nash.

Out of curiosity, once you explain that to someone, how would you desire that they act with you?

Or, what would you want to hear, or not hear, from them?

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