Epilogue

Once I finished this book in the spring 2022, I, of course, told people about it. Then, at work, my supervisor, who had not even read the book, told me not to talk about it to our clients or members of staff, meaning my co-workers.

Well, I did not.

After that my supervisor told me to visit the occupational health services for a check-up for an assessment for capacity to work after learning about the contents of the book. I did.

At the occupational health clinic in Espoo, they just asked what my book was about and when I told them it explains all the religions and gods in the world in a scientific manner, they were going to call the police to take me to a closed psychiatric ward. I was standing there when the doctor did this. I told the doctor that I was still in the room, but I was like air to her, so I left.

I went home and checked the online health service kanta.fi for what the doctor in question had entered into my records. The doctor had filed a request for executive assistance, meaning that they wanted the police to come and take me to a closed psychiatric ward. All of this because I had written a book that they had not even read!

I then wrote a summary of this book as I understood that the police were going to come for me and take me to a closed psychiatric ward because of the incompetent doctor. I thought that if I was going to a closed psychiatric ward, I would have an abstract of my work to prove that I was healthy and that the doctor was incompetent. This did not happen.

When the police came to get me from my home, they first drove 60km me to Porvoo Hospital, where they were told at the door that the hospital was full. They then drove me back to Espoo and Jorvi Hospital. I tried to offer a four-page summary to the psychiatrist to read, but the doctor completely ignored it.

I was transferred to Hesperia mental hospital three days later, where I was allowed a 10-minute appointment with a psychiatrist. I also offered this doctor my abstract, but she did not read it and prescribed psychotropics for me that I did not need.

Only after spending two weeks at the psychiatric ward for no reason, paid by society, I managed to see the psychiatrist in the hospital hallway. I asked the psychiatrist ”did you read the abstract I gave you”, and the answer was no. I told them to do it. It was Friday afternoon.

Surprise, surprise! On Monday morning, this psychiatrist released me from the hospital without any follow-up therapy or medication.

My supervisor was not happy about this and told me to take another assessment of work capacity at the occupational health clinic, and, this time, they sent me to see psychiatrist Ritva Arajärvi at Aava Clinic, since the occupational health services did not have a psychiatrist.

At Hesperia hospital, I had been diagnosed with an unspecified psychotic disorder. Ritva Arajärvi diagnosed me with a basic psychotic disorder.

This is Finland!

The truth is that I am not psychotic in any way.

A psychotic person could not write a whole book in a year while having a day job and performing impeccably in it, in a customer service position in elderly care in my case. A psychotic person would not be able to take care of normal daily routines and care for a dog and take care of their appearance on a day-to-day basis.

All you doctors should go back to school if you did not know this!

That is not a great option either, since they were taught in school that if someone mentions the end of the World, they must be psychotic.

Both diagnoses are one that they do not specify the disorder, which gives the diagnostician a legal protection since they could not be found guilty of a wrong diagnosis.

How stupid do you think I am?

Let’s remember the immortal words of J.K. Paasikivi, a former president of Finland:

”The beginning of all wisdom is acknowledgement of facts.”

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