I once knew someone, many years ago, who was sent to a "rest home" by her aggravated husband. Today, you and I would call that "involuntary commitment," and the fellow was able to do it with relative ease because he was an important person who knew the right people, and because the laws were on his side.
This was a time, the 1970s, when a woman couldn't even be considered to have been raped by her husband in a number of states and teenagers could be "grounded" all the way to the psychiatric hospital.
It was a time when horrific places like Pennhurst were still operating, and anyone who grew up in the Philadelphia area knows what I'm talking about. Dante himself couldn't have conjured up something as infernal as this "hospital" where the patients were chained to their beds and starved for days on end.
All of this is to show that I am not insensitive to the plight of the mentally ill. I have had people in my own circle who have dealt with the problem, a serious and heartbreaking one.
Until recently, the laws were weighted far too heavily against the afflicted. You'll forgive the pun, but a mere generation ago, the general rule seemed to be "out of mind, out of sight." It was preferable to hide the people with invisible yet debilitating wounds instead of treating them compassionately.
But as with most things, the corrective pendulum has swung too far in the opposite direction. With the ACLU at the head of the charge, civil-rights activists have caused a sea change in the way that we deal with the mentally ill.
Too often, while understandably focusing on the rights and needs of the patients, we ignore the people who live with and love them. We lose sight of the pain and damage that an unbalanced person can cause in the lives of his family and friends.
Yes, we've abandoned as archaic laws that used to allow involuntary commitment for subjective reasons, and once-accepted practices like lobotomy and electroshock therapies would now be barred by the International Convention Against Torture.