Born in the late fifties, I first heard Sputnik in the radio - later I witnessed Kennedy being shot down and then I saw men walking on the moon.
There was war all over the place and I kept wondering in what kind of world I was born into this time.
After education, school and profession I started a life of my own.
I was working in my field as a dental technician in Germany and abroad, but finally gave it up for a life at sea.
A blessing experiance.
I was sailing big and small sailboats and
I had an interim journey on a heavy good freighter, a tramp on which I sailed worldwide for a year as a mate.
When I returned back to Berlin after having lived the free live of Ibiza for years, I felt terrible ill and had somewhat like a cultural shock then.
I was voice hearing and hallucinating due to my drug consuming carrier.
I started to attend the University of Art in Berlin for some years - but had to give it up without completing - due to my psychosis.
The first years at home I was constantly sent into psychiatry, where I was diagnosed a paranoid schizophrene psychosis, and was treated mostly with drugs.
You can imagine that I felt like beeing thrown a big branch into your legs while runnig at high speed.
I was torn out of my former life - my financial circumstances were, that they took away my fortune and put me in the system - where I was alimented by the state.
I felt terrible for years.
Furthermore they deprived some of my civil rights so I was forced to stay in this system.
For years I enjoyed the "goodness" of psychiatry but empowered myself by joining the antipsychiatric movement.
I absolved an education to "Recovery Guide" made a course as an "Addiction Aid" and I am now doing an education in "Arttherapy".
These steps forced my recovery and I am working as a Guide in the system I dont agree with.
But in some way the ring has closed - I found my way in a way it makes sense.
There is so much arbitrary coercion and drugging - I cannot follow.
But I take it as a chance to change a little bit of suffering.