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Two young women, living centuries apart, both accused of madness, communicate across time to fight a common enemy Upon being discovered, Emilie is revived and immediately incarcerated in a maximum-security psych ward, despite her protestations that she is not crazy, and can provide valid reasons for her actions if someone would only listen. Treated as a criminal, heavily medicated, and stripped of all freedoms, Emilie is denied communication with the outside world, and falls prey to the unwelcome attentions of Dr.

Sharp, head of the hospital’s psychiatry department. Sharp grows more predatory by the day, Emilie begins a secret diary to document her terrifying asylumm, and to maintain her sanity in this environment that could surely drive anyone mad.

But when Emilie opens her notebook to find a desperate letter from a young woman imprisoned within an insane asylum in Victorian England, and bearing her own name and description, a portal to another world is emklie wide open. As girlss letters from the past continue to appear, Emilie escapes further into this mysterious alternate reality where sisterhoods are formed, romance between female inmates watward, striped wallpaper writhes with ghosts, and highly intellectual rats speak the Queen’s English.

But is it real? Or is Emilie truly as mad as she is constantly told she is? The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls blurs harsh reality and magical historical fantasy whilst issuing a scathing critique of society’s thhe of women emilje the mental health care industry’s treatment of its patients, showing in the process that little has changed throughout the ages.

Welcome to the Asylum. Paperback4th editionpages. Published June 22nd by Asylum Emporium first published December 15th Emilie AutumnDr. SharpSachikoAnneEmily Montmorency StockillDr. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. I cannot seem to track down a copy of this bookdoes autunn know where I can get it in the UK?

Kaye There is now an eBook available if the cost of the book plus shipping is too much for you: Lists with This Book. I would like to say that I was unable to relate to most of Emilie Autumn’s harrowing tale of the time she vuctorian in a mental institution for trying to kill herself and the parallel story that she created about a young girl in the Victorian era who was vicgorian sent to a mental institution.

I would like to say that I never thought of killing myself. I would like to say that I never attempted to kill myself before. On most days I forget that the event ever happened.

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I have masterfully convinced myself I would like to say that I was unable to relate to most of Emilie Autumn’s harrowing tale of gils time she spent in a mental institution for trying to kill herself and the parallel story waywagd she created about a young girl in the Victorian era who was also sent to a mental institution. I have masterfully convinced myself that every moment of that summer was a dream, and that I am not that girl and I was never that girl and that it was just another story in my mind that felt real.


Real and painful but in the end, just make believe. Just another thing I made up but then began to believe in. But I cannot make Drew forget about it.

I cannot make my parents forget about it. That summer was more real to them atumn it was to me. I spent it in a drugged sleep.

They spent it in a nightmare reality. There are emotions they felt they I have never witnessed. I heard that when I was in the aeylum room my father had a crazed temper tantrum in the waiting room. I have never once seen my father lose his temper. I didn’t see it then. But Drew was forced to see it.

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It brings it friends: Despair, Self-Injury and Suicide. Depression is the invisible plague. I swallowed a jar of Ibuprofen and was sent saylum a psychiatrist who I was able to convince of my sanity so quickly that after a half hour long session he did not ask to see me again. After a life as a child of divorced parents, a victim of abuse, and a troubled teen I once wrote a death note to one of my classmates, I got into numerous fist fights in high school, and I have violently kicked in lockers and thrown desks I have only seen a psychiatrist twice.

Does that make me angry? Do I wish I had received more attention? I had severe depression for two years–years waywarf I would sleep for eighteen hours a day and cry at every waking second, and I had no one to talk to. No one wanted to talk to me.

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No one thought I needed help. They just considered my behavior as a sign of lazy rebelliousness. I was “acting out”. In a drunken speech a few months ago, I brought up my suicide attempt to my mother and she began to cry. I am not mad that I did not receive more attention because that would mean that I had only ever cut myself or tried to kill myself to GAIN attention.

And I did not. Besides, I was able to cure myself wasn’t I? That invisible spectrum that haunts the dreams of every poor soul that ever once thought of inflicting damage upon themselves in order to drown the voices in their head–to be normal. Depression and suicide may sound romantic to a person standing on the outside looking in, and don’t try deny it because you know it does, but I would never even wish such an emotion upon my evilest characters.

Or at least, was able to help myself forget, through my writing. I wrote the demons and I told my story and I vomited worlds of darkness and suffering onto paper and onto computer screens. Some of these worlds I shared with others while others I kept locked away.

I know exactly what’s going on, and I’m not fighting it. If I have to go through this, I will glean from it any small benefit I can receive. I will not fight this.

Bring on the cure. Bring on the fucking happy. It is a hard book to read. The fictional parts are dramatized to make them sound more horrific than they asyum were and the accounts from Emilie’s own experience are even more numbing because you know that they are not make believe. But I can sympathize with her desire to make the parallel, fictional story as bloody as possible–because that is what your mind sees when you are plummeting through despair: I know that my mind was and is still plagued by the most horrible thoughts.


But what is even worse is that I cannot actually see sayward they are horrifying. I have had people read my stories only for them to freak out. I’ve had my sister call my father in a horrible panic, I’ve waywwrd my mother cry because of something that I’ve written down, and I never once thought that what I had written might have been something bad.

Reading The Asylum for Wayward Victorian girls has caused all these old memories and thoughts to surface, and no, that is not exactly a good thing. The first time I was ever able to write about my suicide attempt was two months ago, I think I’m beginning to come to terms with it. Many people are writing about how hard it was for them to read some of the scenes in the book, and how it made them cry.

I read it with a certain amount of morbid fascination and admiration for Emilie’s writing style. I did not cry once. I did not even think of crying. I know that facing the demons is a good, positive thing. And that is what Emilie did.

With this book she faced her demons. It may be a hard read for some people who do not like to read about suffering and pain. If you like to keep your library filled with positive, happy zutumn than do not even attempt to open this tirls. It does contain within it endless sources of truth–the truth of what it waysard to love, to hate, to suffer, and to believe in the power of your own creation to lead you out of the darkness.

The human mind is an abandoned house that must be filled with your own riches–whether that house be a place of love and warmth, or whether it is an asylum.

View all 5 comments. Before fpr jumps down my throat, let me just begin by saying that I’ll provide quotes from the book just to show that I’m not talking out of my ass here. This book makes me so, so angry. As both a psych student and someone who was diagnosed with depression, I dived into this book expecting a riveting tale, an account of what goes on into a mental institution.

But what I found was a story riddled with misinformation, exaggeration, and all round pretentiousness. And yes, I’m aware t Before anyone jumps down my throat, let me just begin by saying that I’ll provide quotes from the book just wauward show that I’m not talking out of my ass here. And yes, I’m aware that this isn’t technically an autobiography. But then why is it labeled as such, even by the author herself?