Book review: My Lobotomy

Currently reading My Lobotomy by Howard Dully, one of Dr. William Freeman’s underage (and youngest) patients. Remember Dr. Freeman, the egomaniacal monster of psychiatric medicine? (I am assuming he actually, somewhere inside himself wanted to help people, but for God’s sake…

 

My Lobotomy

 

Yes. 12. TWELVE. When I was twelve (1982), I was ending sixth grade and beginning seventh grade, emulating Cyndi Lauper in my dress (I rocked those multilayered neon socks and lace leggings like a champion, honey), taking horseback riding lessons, and practicing my shaky makeup skills. My worst brush with troublesome behavior was depression and anxiety (probably stemming from as-of-yet undiagnosed Ehlers-Danlos), hormones, and my first experiences with mean girls. That’s it. Because I was TWELVE.

Howard describes his own bad behavior: he didn’t like his stepmother, and acted accordingly, he shoplifted, he didn’t apply himself at school, he fought with his brothers.

12 years old. TWELVE.

Yes, he made certain to take a medical selfie with Howard, too. Of course. 12 years old. TWELVE.

O MY GOD CUT HIS HIS BRAIN IN TWO RIGHT NOW

Now, go back and reread the second quote.

His dad got off on the whole thing just as Dr. Freeman did, so much so that he reported those feelings to his brother. God knows what else Howard’s father said that Howard’s uncle felt it prudent to keep to himself.

My Lobotomy

 

Ew. Just ew. Way to get down with your bad self, P. T. Barnum.

My Lobotomy

 

As Corey Hart sang, I wear my sunglasses at night because this one time, I met this nice doctor, and I don’t remember what else happened…

 

 

You know I am saving the worst for last, don’t you. Yeah.

 

My Lobotomy

Police officer. One of the people that is tasked with protecting us. And Dr. Freeman needed to leave an ice pick in suto to get a patient-doctor selfie. And that is the reason this officer died.

 

Still reading, so I am certain I will find more horrid quotes that incense me. It’s an excellent memoir overall; Dully is honest about his own flaws, and does not paint himself as a victimized saint.

 

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This Bluestocking bookworm is your friendly Dollop web-wrangler and digital library curator. In other words, pay no attention to that woman behind the curtain. I'm just here to John Nash all this stuff together. It's all about connections. IT'S ALL CONNECTED. I live atop a mountain, geographically isolated for the protection of others. Yes, an American mountain.

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