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A framework to transmit information to others that is devoid of substantive content...

Not a blank slate waiting to be filled but a former fount of information that has been voided.

Erased.

I came here to work with the Doc, to work for the Doc, and in exchange for cooking, cleaning English lessons and driving the truck I would receive treatment for my depression, native medicine and insight into how to keep the demons at bay.

The Doc told/sold a great story; I have 7 acres in San Antonio, two buildings and we are going to build more; You and me Brady! It will be wonderful! So I spent a month gathering supplies and communicating regularly with this person in the jungle that I felt an extremely strong connection to almost from the word go.

When I arrived and we got to San Antonio it became clear that Doc was a little less that honest about his circumstances in the jungle. He had two buildings, two rented buildings, in the lower part of town… actually that's not even accurate; the compound a two-room shack with a covered outdoor area housed he and one of his students and a rented second floor apartment 50-60 yards down the street for housing his other student and any patients he might have.

#1 🚩

I ignored my gut instinct and ignored the red flag. As I told Michelle I was clearly outfitted with some rose colored glasses that were making it awful had to discern the color of all the flags waving around.

I trusted that I was in the right place and that things just worked differently than I was used to.

So I had gone through a series of psych evaluations prior to my departure. Standard stuff that I also found odd because I had already spent many years in traditional psychotherapy with positive results but no major breakthroughs. 7 years is a long time to talk to the same person about your problems and make halting progress. My relationship with that guy ended when I lost my job in 2021. So any progress I had made started to regress. And we all know how that turned out.

Anyway I understood the need to evaluate my issues/personality on some level in order to trust that I was someone the Doc could stomach being in the jungle with for three months. So I was honest and engaged in the process and after a few weeks of waiting got the results. No big surprises; narcissistic tendencies, histrionic tendencies, a propensity for collecting and cultivating personal relationships that could benefit only me. All things I was aware of about myself... remember 7 years of therapy..?

It was now clear we had a roadmap to treatment. I should also mention that it took the Doc a really, really long time to "translate" this report from Castellano to English... I really long time. He repeatedly told me how difficult it was to make those translations...

Which was #2 🚩

I mean he's been doing this awhile, right..? Am I that damaged that a guy who has been living in the jungle speaking the language for 17 years it took him close to a month to finish this translation... Odd right..?

But the rose colored glasses are tough to see past when you are enjoying the view... and the process for that matter.

So from the get-go things are pretty good. We have amazing food, though the kitchen in the main house was ATROCIOUS. Filthy like nothing I've seen before and I was a hardcore alcoholic for a long time. I know from which I speak. The fridge was full of mildew and moldering food. The stove was caked with dirt and there's a blender they use every. single. day. that hasn't seen so much as a washcloth for a decade.

#3 🚩

But, again, lots of people told me not to have expectations as things are different in the jungle. But, I mean, hygiene is hygiene. He's a Cordon Bleu trained Master Chef and a DOCTOR, for fucks sake. Keep your shit wired tight, keep it clean, keep it sanitary no matter where you are. Instead I found myself in the midst of a highly fertilized bacteria farm.

Doc had made a number of promises wrt my care; I would have a physical/physiological examination on arrival. Blood work if necessary. But a full physical health work-up was a part of the treatment. No effort was ever made at any of these things despite my being at his medical office 3-4 times in the short period I was with him. Not so much as body temp, heart rate or blood pressure.

#4 🚩

One morning the first week we are micro dosing mushrooms. This means a capsule with 1/8 of a GRAM of psilocybin accompanied by a fist full of cocoa nibs at 9:00AM and also means that we don't eat until much later in the afternoon. I was not aware of this. I have some blood sugar issues (issues that would have come to light had I been given the physio I was told was a component of my treatment) that makes it really hard for me to function coherently if I don't eat *something* every few hours. So an hour after that first day of shrooms I was ready for a nap and ready to be as far away from other humans until I could get some food in me. Unfortunately I've got to play along and wait til everyone else eats. It was rough.

Then I'm told that over the weekend we are going to have a cannabis and mushroom "ceremony" so we drive up to San Roque to buy herb from Rihanna. It was no different than when you went to your older brother's girlfriends house to get a dime bag in HS. You remember her, she was cool as fuck, in an incredible apartment full of Dead posters and tapestries and played you a whole Steely Dan record for the first time. It was the exact same vibe. Not what I was expecting but it is what it is...

Trust the process.

#5 🚩

Meanwhile the Doc regularly says things about the people he has chosen to surround himself with that, to me, ring as just this side of racist, classist and just plain shitty. The two Peruvians he keeps as "students" are both licensed psychotherapists and yet they wait on him like indentured servants. They do his laundry, fetch his shoes, apply anti-fungal cream to his horrific hooves and at one point he even said to me directly;

"They would not be able to survive here(in the country they were born in) if it wasn't for me and what I do for them. I am the only reason they can do what they do."

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He also believes that race and class stratification is a necessary component of contemporary society, of ANY society, and any thoughts of pursuing equity, equality or inclusion are a lost cause.

"This is the way the world is Brady. It's a waste of your time and energy to think you can treat everyone equally. It is not possible."

I've lost count- 🚩

But I'm still here. I still have the issues I came here to deal with and I'm still waiting for the Doc to offer up a single iota of the care I was promised.

It's here that I will admit here that I did fall short of one of my responsibilities to a certain degree. To wit; it became clear on night one that his students had little to no interest in learning English, from me or anyone else. He already had English textbooks that they hadn't so much as touched and he had me bring more with me that they looked at with contempt. I don't want to paint with too broad a brush but I spent decades working with people of Mexican, South/Central American ancestry and a great many of them love understanding English but have little to no desire to speak it. It gives them great advantage to know what you are saying without being able to respond in a like manner. Because then it’s on you to figure out what they are trying to say. They also have a tremendous amount of pride that is easily bruised when trying to wrestle with the diction, pronunciation and construction of English as a whole. I've been speaking it for ~48 or so years and I struggle... hard as that may be to believe given my loquacious tendencies.

I also was having trouble responding in a written manner to the Psych evaluation that I was presented with. Doc and I had discussed it many times in person but putting pen to the page was a challenge. I had told him I agreed with the bulk of what was described as my problems but took issue with the fact that there's quite a bit of effort I make to overcome the negative aspects of my personality in order to have close relationships with other people. I was a bit stuck on the yin/yang of it; Yes I am these negative things but I also have some positive aspects that tend to balance them out.

"This is not important. The tests we administered only outline pathologies that are detrimental."

I mean OK but seemed a little strange.

And as I said I still have not had a single sit-down one-on-one session with the doc to discuss the things I have responded to about the evaluations. Not one. So on maybe day 5 I'm like "Hey Doc are we gonna, you know, work on me at all..? Can you give me some idea when you are going to start helping me with the negative things on the eval"

"We will have a session this afternoon!"

Ok, sweet. At least it's a step.

So we sit. We discuss my drug history both recent and ancient. We discuss my old man. The death of my mother. A handful of other traumatic events in my life and about 40 min into it he says; Sorry I have to speak to my sons. and cuts the session short to do just that... right there in front of me...

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I should also mention that on clinic days in Tarapoto Doc has some strange ideas about personal medical information. Ideas that would likely cost him his license in the states. He had no issue whatsoever discussing private patient information with me.

"She was a difficult one. 17 years old and has had sex with a boy she just met. Her parents are disgusted with her and now she is suicidal."

I didn't even ask, he just volunteered that. And the girl who had an abortion etc, etc. I mean.... REALLY DOC...?

So that brings us to last Sunday. First ceremony. I know it's special day and I get dressed up for the occasion. Except when I arrive Doc is like "no no no you must wear white!! I told you this!!" no you didn't Doc. I asked you 4-5 times what I was REQUIRED to bring with me to participate and you never said anything about needing to wear white for ceremonies... My brother on the other hand was insistent that I would need an all white outfit so thanks to his input I had one; white linen pants, white t-shirt, white button-down; The Jim Jones fashion spectacular. I go change and return ready for the ceremony.

A young local lady arrives to participate with us. She is lovely and clearly extremely self conscious about the whole affair. We exchange small-talk, she can speak English fairly well as she's spent time in the States. She's studying architecture and it's pretty clear to me she is in a depressive state. I later learn she has attempted suicide. Not from her, of course but from the Doc.

This ceremony I'm told will be micro dosing mushrooms and smoking cannabis. As you all know I LOVE cannabis but have abstained since before my arrival in SA in an effort to approach the healing in as clean and clear a manner as possible. So we eat our mushroom capsule and fist full of cocoa nibs and then we are handed a joint and told to smoke it. 7 drags for the chakras, 9 for the planets... etc. I rip through this thing is short order following Docs direction but it's clear this young lady has never consumed cannabis before let alone smoked anything, even a cigarette. Every time she takes a drag she coughs. And she's taking teeny tiny puffs. So Doc says you have to finish it! Try harder! After a 10 min or so she's clearly exhausted and clearly not jibing with the environment but at this point she doesn't have a choice; in for penny in for a pound, you can't unring a bell... I dunno choose your own idiom.

She's at the top of shit creek sans paddle.

We return to the table and sit while Doc and Ivan tend to the altar. This young lady is now sobbing quietly and trying desperately not to let anyone know. I am across from her practicing my breathing, enjoying being high for the first time in a few weeks and internally repeating the mantra that manifested itself in brain in the moment; Breathe, Learn, Grow. I want to tell this young lady things will be ok but it's not my place.

Doc gets the altar arranged and now despite the fact that it's Sunday in San Antonio, biggest recreation day of the week for anyone in country, and there is ear-bleedingly loud Cumbia music coming from all directions, Doc begins to shake a rattle and chant mantras... for the next 4 hours...

I sat on a ladder back chair in a semi-meditative state for over four hours drenched in sweat and Cumbia listening to he and his students shake rattles and chant in Sanskrit while the young lady sat on the other side of the doc silently weeping.

Then we ate Duck.

Monday was back at the clinic. The same young lady arrived and spent time with the Doc and left looking not too much better than she had been the prior afternoon but Doc assured me, again unprompted, that she would overcome her suicidal tendencies as long as she was willing to "Work harder than she ever had before in her life" at what she was meant to work wasn't clear, just that she had work to do.

Tuesday was Halloween, Samhain, a big deal for Druids such as the Doc. We micro dose mushrooms again and wait for the students to return from the market with festival materials. We wait a long time. I'm also by this point overcome with feelings of dread and depression. I've been here a week and have made ZERO progress. Have received ZERO treatment beyond an infinitesimal amount of mushrooms a single joint and a lot of handwaving about “be patient and we'll get there”. As I mentioned I have blood sugar issues and really can't go this long without sustenance. It's been several hours since the students left and we all eat together so I've got to wait. It's after 3:00 when we eat. Then another big meal for the Samhain celebration and I find out the reason it took so long was Doc sent the students to every market in Tarapoto in search of a pumpkin... to make a Jack-o-Lantern... to keep the evil spirits at bay.

After dinner everyone returns to their respective quarters and I'm left sitting with the Co-Co-Lantern and starting think it's not working to keep the spirits at bay. I'm feeling blacker and blacker and worse and worse so I go home to get some sleep... It should be mentioned now that I haven't had a decent nights sleep since I arrived. Even with earplugs and an eye mask a few consecutive hours is all I've been able to manage. I overcame a lifetime of insomnia after I quit drinking so I've played this game before and no matter how good I am at it, I always lose; less than 5 hours a night and I get twitchy.

Wed, Nov 1 and the excrement hits the oscillator...

As it's the day after Halloween we don't go to the clinic we lounge around the shack and I fall deeper into the blackness that overcame me the night before. I cry most of the morning. Silently weeping and and cringing visibly anytime one of them laughs at whatever joke they are saying in Castellano. In particular anytime Alexandra laughs it's like fingernails on the chalkboard. I tell the Doc this.

"You have to help me."

I will.

"When..?"

When you finish your work.

"What work..?"

You must complete the response to your eval.

"I did, Doc. I told you that."

Ok then this afternoon we will sit, the three of us, and go over the eval together.

"Ok. One more thing doc how come I never got any of the medical tests and physicals you told me I was going to get..?"

You never asked for them.

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😡
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So I begin to relay the story of a time I went to a doctors office, waited for 2 hours for a wrist Xray and bloodwork only to be told by the doctor that he couldn't do those things. I'd booked a night-time appointment(at the direction of his nurse to ensure a lower wait time, heh) and that since I'd eaten food in the previous 12 hours the bloodwork would be inaccurate(same nurse never told me I couldn't eat nor would I have been able to make it through a day of work with no food).

Doc doesn't like the analogy. He doesn't like me comparing him to this other doctor who I was clearly painting as incompetent. Nor does he like me explaining how I tried to extract the check I gave them for services not rendered. When you exchange money for goods and services you are no longer a patient but a customer. And this customer didn't get the services he paid for... ergo they shouldn't ought to get my money.

Doc didn't like that at all.

It got kinda ugly.

Voices were raised.

I was told we would have a sit down later that day. The three of them were going to finally go through the eval and, ideally, help form a treatment plan now 8 days into my stay. Believe me when I tell you things went from bad to worse. When they arrived at the other apartment it was clear I was to be given no quarter.

Doc began at the top of the eval and went through each and every point and explained how all of these negative personality traits were my fault. I was a terrible person and it was clear to him I had no interest in trying to change anything about myself and that since he's the Doctor, he's always right about his patients. Alexandra and Ivan sat on either side of him and nodded vigorously throughout and anytime I protested that I came to Peru to try to work on these things Alexandra rolled her eyes and sighed.

I have come to refer to that event as The Tribunal and have come to see the Doc as the Judge from The Wall... you know the giant anus on legs(https://bit.ly/40p2Pys)... and when it was all said and done a number of the bad things were back. I'm back to feeling like I should kill myself. I'm back to believing I have no hope to feel any better. I'm back to feeling a lot like I was before my toad experience and I'm back to not having any idea whether I'll ever be able to do anything about it.

I was supposed to get help and 9 days into my journey to Peru I'm back to square one. In a foreign country where I don't speak the language with limited funds and no positive outlook. I told the Doc that night I was going to get an Airbnb for the weekend and spend some time trying to decide what I wanted to do. He came to my quarters the next morning to continue hurling vitriol at me and told me I was the worst patient he'd ever had and it would be an insult to his students should I remain in their "care" any longer. He was arranging a tuk-tuk to take me to Tarapoto city center to drop me off and I could twist in the wind. He also threatened to send my private medical information and the evaluation to my brother as evidence of my moral decrepitude and if I didn't like it there as nothing I could do...

There's more, lots more, but I've gone on too long already and don't want to manifest this energy anymore.

So now I'm in an Airbnb in Tarapoto trying to suss out my next move. I'm getting conflicting information about the healing centers around here that might help me and despite being connected with someone I'm told I can trust I don't feel like I can trust anyone.... least of all myself.

I have never, ever, felt more alone in my life. Not sleeping on the trains in Chicago, not in the bottom of a bottle of whisky on MV and not sitting on top of the mountain of Xanax that almost killed me.

Here in this room in Peru and I've never felt more alone.

Thanks for reading, thanks for being here, and thanks for understanding that as damaged as I might be, I still deserve a chance.

I was supposed to be in the jungle.

I was supposed to be getting help.

I was supposed to be getting better...

And I'm alone instead.
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poorusher 1 year ago
Hey, LocalStain, I need your advice (I thought I had bookmarked the page on mltshp but cannot find it now) under someone's post (probably a few years back) you recommended some Caribbean/Jamaican spice paste/marinade, I remember you saying the locals really appreciated that you could get this particular brand, I assume something that is loved back home.

I have Dunn's River at the moment, which is good, spicy but very salty. I would like to get your rec again if this rings any bells?

Hope all is well.
poorusher 1 year ago
https://www.adesfoods.co.uk/media...
LocalStain pro 1 year ago
@poorusher Walkerswood.

https://walkerswood.com/
poorusher 1 year ago
@LocalStain YAY! Thank you so much!
stereoplex pro 1 year ago
A few years ago I did an arts residency/fellowship run by a university professor who ran one of the few holography departments in the US. Myself and four others spent hundreds of dollars to travel there to use the laboratory over the course of a week. And by the end of the week, after maybe 50 hours at the lab, we had made maybe 4 holograms each.

I've thought a lot about that man, his gaslighting, his control methods, his ability to twist every moment to his own narcissistic self advantage. He had something we all desperately wanted, a working lab, and he found a dozen ways to keep us from it. Minor adjustments, missing equipment, issues with the chemicals, and on and on and on.

I still have no idea why he had to have such insane control over the situation, but he maybe knew that control over this thing was the only thing he really had, and he knew that we all would have to kowtow to him to get to it.

He wanted to be the white, long-bearded kung fu master in the deep jungle, and I was amazed at how capable he was in twisting everything to that fantasy.

I'm not sure if my story relates at all to your situation, but to get what I wanted I had to fit into his control scenario, his toxic hierarchy. But in the end, it made me have to consider what I really wanted, and where my boundaries were within it.

I'm sorry you're having to go through this Brady. You deserve better. Really. Really.
Sailormom pro 1 year ago
Really sorry to hear about what you are going through. I don't have any words of comfort to offer, but I would like to share a song that helps me in those times I feel alone. Its by Gary Floyd, probably best known as the singer for The Dicks. The Butthole Surfers wrote a song about him. He released a couple of solo albums in the 90's that weren't anything like I would have expected given his past. It turns out he has a big beautiful voice. I hope you can find some peace, even if just for today.

https://www.youtube.com/watch...
poorusher 1 year ago
Errr, also massive apologies for hijacking this thread asking about marinades when you are having to deal with all of this BS. Hope things improve soon.
LocalStain pro 1 year ago
@poorusher No worries at all!! Good jerk seasoning is a pretty religious thing for me so it fits the narrative.

🙏🏼❤️🙏🏼
LocalStain pro 1 year ago
@Sailormom I’ll check it out, thank you for the kind words.
LocalStain pro 1 year ago
@stereoplex I spent a large portion of my life working for and with those kinds of people so it resonates deeply. I’m sorry you had to endure that. What I learning is the worst of circumstances can teach us the most important lessons.

🙏🏼❤️🙏🏼
MackReed pro 1 year ago
JFC, brother. Know that we all care deeply for your well-being and healing and that if we were there we would give this evil hack the thrashing of his life. Please remember that you are loved and this is a fork in the road that can only lead you back to safety in time.
kokogiak 1 year ago
Thank you so much for sharing your journey, and so sorry for this epic level of disappointment. Know that you're not truly alone. Best of luck in finding someone/somewhere to rely on - they are surely out there.
ckoerner 1 year ago
You mentioned in an earlier update on your journey that your brother said he “collects healers like you collect music”. Maybe it’s time to find another record for the collection and put this one back on the shelf.

Don’t be discouraged. Well, I mean be discouraged, but temporarily! There is more to your journey yet to come than what has happened so far.
LocalStain pro 1 year ago
@Sailormom, @poorusher, @stereoplex, @MackReed, @kokogiak

https://mltshp.com/p/1PIQU
LocalStain pro 1 year ago
@ckoerner 👆🏼
macmanx pro 1 year ago
I really admire your ability to recognize all of these things, write them down, and share them.

I can only imagine, if it were me, I’d just close off more, and I both admire and respect your ability to do the opposite.
stereoplex pro 1 year ago
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LocalStain pro 1 year ago
@macmanx Thank you! I often say I've got a photographic memory but most of the images are a little out of focus... heh

I wish I had been keeping notes in real time as there are myriad little details and interactions that colored every moment, even the dull ones. As I said above; some of the worst circumstances teach us the most important lessons. Just being open to that has given me a great deal of insight... I've been out of the frying pan, into the fire and on the serving platter enough times in my life that if I don't treat these things as lessons to learn I would have given up a long time ago...

And I'm never giving up.

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artwells pro 1 year ago
You are my hero today.
tweedlydo pro 1 year ago
i am so very sorry that you are feeling so alone. we are with you and we believe in you. you are tough as nails and persevere like a motherfucker.
me3dia pro 1 year ago
I'm really sorry that this has not been the experienced you were hoping for. But hopefully you can salvage the rest and have a better time. Take care of yourself. ❤️
m3moellering 1 year ago
I can add little but my own words of encouragement. Humans can be resilient. I feel you show great resiliency. I hope that you locate the inspiration you seek.
jer pro 1 year ago
Brady, this may sound like complete horseshit but I just have this _POWERFUL_ feeling that you are going to stumble into exactly what you need on this journey, and that the hill you wind up on is going to make all these fucking valleys seem like mere bumps in the road.
LocalStain pro 1 year ago
Thanks @jer.

I sorta feel the same way.

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KMAlexander pro 1 year ago
Read through this earlier today and kept thinking about you, Brady.

I am sorry for the disappointment. I cannot imagine how discouraging that felt. But, at the same time, I cannot imagine anyone else who couldn't turn this around and build it toward something positive. You're an incredible person, and I am excited to see where this journey—bumps and all—takes you.
LocalStain pro 1 year ago
@KMAlexander Thank you for the kind words.

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vosechu pro 1 year ago
Keep up the hunt and the fight.

When I think about where I was when I was 19 and where I am now at 40, I feel so much better prepared to take on the mental health fights that I’d been avoiding in my 30s. I hope the same is try when I hit 48 and take an adventure to some quack doc and find my own way through the jungle with the quack and his patients on my back.

I’m proud of you for writing this up. It takes courage to go, courage to write your concerns, and courage to share that with others in your community and ask for support.

When I turn 48, I want to be strong and courageous like you. I want to be able to share my weaknesses with others and show them that everyone is struggling, but that we all work through it in our own ways.

I sincerely hope that the change of scenery and opportunity for self-directed healing that’s been presented to you (because it’s obviously not being directed by anyone else) is helpful in the end. If not, well, as my therapist says on repeat, “failure isn’t the opposite of success, it’s the precursor.”

Let us know and I bet there’s others who could help you find a real doc, or who could take you in and help you themselves. Or at least share that they’re also struggling at 60, but in a new and novel way. :)
tonx pro 1 year ago
Sending vibes from this hemisphere to yours ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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