Blame the Victim!

jenniferlreimerAcademia is Nuts!, Feminism and Madness, Mad Society


This morning a good friend alerted me to the fact that there is a new website up.  S/he was concerned it seemed to look almost identical to a website put up in the past that was used to slander my character with outrageous lies and track my whereabouts. I cannot comment on who may have authored the new blog, I’m … Read More

jenniferlreimerBlame the Victim!

“Have You Taken Your Meds Today?”

jenniferlreimer"Health Care", Bipolar, East Van, Effexor: Evil?, Feminism and Madness, Mad Society, Meds, Meds, Meds!, The Psych Ward, Transcend

Alas, a question that us psych patients have heard far too many times – after all, one time is “too many” – from our nearest and dearest.  However, it was no one near, nor dear, that, very bizarrely, popped the question to me the other day.  An “anonymous” prank phone caller, after eerily listing off a list of women’s names in monotone … Read More

jenniferlreimer“Have You Taken Your Meds Today?”

Curtain Call, Dear Tori (Tori Amos, Orpheum Theatre, Vancouver, December 13, 2011)

jenniferlreimerBipolar, Feminism and Madness, Mad Music, Mad Society, Transcend

1. Curtain Call Many musicians can make up beautiful melodies.  Another handful can write some thought-provoking lyrics to accompany the sounds they create.  Sometimes, profundity can even be captured in a rhyme.  Then, there are composers who are true storytellers, whose voices tap into the collective harmonies that we, social beings, are huculamming at a particular time, in particular space. … Read More

jenniferlreimerCurtain Call, Dear Tori (Tori Amos, Orpheum Theatre, Vancouver, December 13, 2011)

We, The Ungovernable.

jenniferlreimerMad Society, Other Survivors, Scars' Art

Dedicated to Heidi, Harry, Rick, Cat G., Penner, Flora, Tammy, Sherry, Donald; to Tori Amos, Michel Houellebecq, Franz Kafka, Anne Sexton and Daphne and all those who find themselves “ungovernable” – simply incapable of NOT defying social norms, violating the roles they are expected to play, refusing to work the jobs that would allow their parents to live vicariously through … Read More

jenniferlreimerWe, The Ungovernable.

New Page: The Journal of a Lost 19/20 Year-Old (2005)

jenniferlreimer"Health Care", Bipolar, Longer Stories, Mad Society, Meds, Meds, Meds!, Other Survivors, Poetry, Prose, Personal, Psychiatrists, The Psych Ward, Transcend

A quick note to tell you that I have finally created a page that encompasses the 200+ page word document that kept me alive during the beginning of my psychiatrization, and some of the scariest times in my life…

jenniferlreimerNew Page: The Journal of a Lost 19/20 Year-Old (2005)

Working Retail This Christmas?

jenniferlreimerLaughter = Survival, Mad Music, Mad Society, Transcend

I feel you.  I put in my five years of the unbelievable, unfounded, unreasonable, and utter madness of the “general public” as they lined up to celebrate capitalism.  And take out their frustrations on a 15-20 year-old cashier.  The trouble was, I always started laughing my brains out when one of these shoppers started yelling at me or pounding on … Read More

jenniferlreimerWorking Retail This Christmas?

Your words make me feel like killing myself. Please stop. This is all I ask.

jenniferlreimerFeminism and Madness, Mad Society

Words like these, for the pure sake of example – it is actually one of the most “kind”!, this latest note from one of my ex’s – the man who assaulted me three times, twice sexually, once physically – woman friends.  I say only this:  Please stop, as these messages make me feel like our society is beyond the point … Read More

jenniferlreimerYour words make me feel like killing myself. Please stop. This is all I ask.

Where was my mind? The “prince-charming” fantasy fools me one last time.

jenniferlreimerFeminism and Madness, Poetry, Prose, Personal, Transcend

First – I will fix things later tonight such that Alarryyk’s posts are clearly delineated from mine on this blog, and perhaps the path of the demise of a love that I thought was bigger than anything else will become clear.  If nothing else, this will bring organizational clarity!  And as I explore the demise of what I believed was … Read More

jenniferlreimerWhere was my mind? The “prince-charming” fantasy fools me one last time.

Landlord Nightmares

jenniferlreimerEast Van, Mad Society, Poetry, Prose, Personal

The 300 lb. bully of a landlord (read: slumlord) that drove both Alaryyk and me to the point of utter madness last fall, commencing with our eviction – the best Christmas present I’ve ever received, as I was desperate to leave the place, where the slumlord conspired with the tenants that lived above my basement suite – interior decorators who … Read More

jenniferlreimerLandlord Nightmares

“Reckoning Poem”, 2003

jenniferlreimerPoetry, Prose, Personal

(Still, one of my favourite poems [that I have penned myself].  Others have called it disjointed, other others have called it brilliant.  I think it lies somewhere in between.) Winter on the way The air was sharp and spoke of endings when it began When he shook my hand and smiled No, not a smile No name for the look, … Read More

jenniferlreimer“Reckoning Poem”, 2003

Letter to a JOHN

jenniferlreimerFeminism and Madness, Laughter = Survival, Mad Music

I have begun scanning through the comments page, and will soon get back to you and resume blogging as usual as of April 24th. Scanning the comments I came to the very pleasant realization that… our blog has reached the next level, as we have received our first… HATE LETTER. Yes, I named this post after one of my favourite … Read More

jenniferlreimerLetter to a JOHN

Scar’s lost writings… While being abused, 2004

jenniferlreimerFeminism and Madness, Poetry, Prose, Personal

Maybe I could just start drinking a lot of coffee. I find myself sitting silently again, in a room full of noise, alone amongst my closest friends du jour, alone not with my thoughts but with the emptiness that fills my head at times like these.  They all think I’m quiet, never considering that perhaps I just don’t have anything … Read More

jenniferlreimerScar’s lost writings… While being abused, 2004

My First Date (with Josh, the serial rapist), 2001

jenniferlreimerFeminism and Madness, Poetry, Prose, Personal

Bear in mind that I was 17 at the time!  I actually handed this in for an English class assignment… She jumps at the shrill ringing of her phone.  The cab has arrived to carry her to the place where her anticipation has already been lingering for thirty-two days and nights.  She glances at her reflection in the mirror one … Read More

jenniferlreimerMy First Date (with Josh, the serial rapist), 2001

The “Evil Stepmother”

jenniferlreimerPoetry, Prose, Personal

…someone I haven’t written very much about before, but find myself needing to do so today for catharsis. Last night, an e-mail response from her crushed me like an insect from 2000 miles away. I decided I would try to be civil with her after moving away from the city where she lives, to please my dad and make things … Read More

jenniferlreimerThe “Evil Stepmother”