Anti-Psychiatry Song – They Got My Baby

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Most people on this blog know how tough it is to fight the psychiatric system and how it has harmed us personally. Things hit especially hard when we learn that someone we love has become the victim of the system we fight. And the worst thing is, they might not always want to know the truth about that.

I wrote this song in Autumn 2022 when this particular kind of vicarious trauma hit me. At that time I couldn’t have come up with a melody, sung, and recorded it. But as my musical development is part of my trauma recovery journey, I now felt ready to give it a go. This first version is definitely not the final one, but it’s an important step on the journey.

I hope this song can give people who know the truth about psychiatry a sense of not being alone in the fight. There are others who are committed to spreading awareness, speaking their truth, and changing our society.

Lyrics:

They Got My Baby

They,

they got my baby.

They diagnosed him.

With a thing they call disorder

and he takes their drugs.

He believes their lies.

He’s so innocent.

He believes there’s something wrong with him.

Convenient for them.

Feed the poor

with lies and medication.

Sell feeling loved at the pharmacy.

Prescribe a sense of safety.

Oh, brave new world.

Oh, brave, brave new world.

He smiles like a child,

with that question in his eyes:

Am I wanted here?

Do you love me?

Ah, but his parents sold him to psychiatry.

They robbed him of his birth right of love.

And then they condemned him for theft.

The sentence was:

Exportation to the Land of Fear and Disconnection.

Eternal Slavery to Capitalism.

Feed the poor

with lies and medication.

Sell feeling loved at the pharmacy.

Prescribe a sense of safety.

Oh, brave new world.

Oh, brave, brave new world.

They,

they got my baby.

They diagnosed and disordered him.

Because broken people

can be broken more for money.

I think I suffer from maladaptive awareness –

thank god!

Baby,

come run away with me.

Don’t listen to their lies.

Listen to your inner child.

They say:

I want…

I need…

I am me.

I need…

I want…

Actually I like myself the way I am.

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Laura is from Germany but has lived several years in the UK. She developed a Dissociative Identity as a result of childhood emotional neglect and abuse. Her greatest achievements were to survive, leave her family, become aware of her trauma, and to start (and stick with) therapy. Her survivor's mission is to raise awareness about her non-disorders and how trauma is interlinked with other social oppression. She discusses these topics on her blog “FemVegTrauma” and YouTube channel “DI Without The Disorder”. She is also an artist, poet, singer, musician, historical linguist, archaeologist, and lover of nature.