I Never Promised You a Rose Garden

I Never Promised You a Rose Garden❮Ebook❯ ➫ I Never Promised You a Rose Garden ➬ Author Hannah Green – Heartforum.co.uk I Never Promised You a Rose Garden is the story of a sixteenyearold who retreats from reality into the bondage of a lushly imagined but threatening kingdom, and her slow and painful journey back to sa I Never Promised You a Rose Promised You PDF/EPUB ä Garden is the story of a sixteenyearold who retreats from reality into the bondage of a lushly imagined but threatening kingdom, and her slow and painful journey back to sanityChronicles the threeyear battle of a mentally ill, but perceptive, teenage girl against a world of her own creation, emphasizing her relationship with the doctor who gave her the I Never ePUB × ammunition of selfunderstanding with which to help herselfI wrote this novel, which is a fictionalized autobiography, to give a picture of what being schizophrenic feels like and what can be accomplished with a trusting relationship between a gifted therapist and a willing patient It is not a case history or study I like to think it is a hymn to reality —Joanne Greenberg.

Joanne Greenberg.

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  • Paperback
  • 288 pages
  • I Never Promised You a Rose Garden
  • Hannah Green
  • English
  • 06 February 2017
  • 9780451160317

10 thoughts on “I Never Promised You a Rose Garden

  1. Majenta says:

    'Oh, do come in, dear Doctor. You are just in time for the patient's soothing tea and the end of the world.' p. 17.

    'The HIDDEN strength is too deep a secret. But in the end...it is our only ally.' Dr. Fried, page 19.

    'I'm a hundred square yards sane.' If there were such things as man-hours and light-years, surely there was foot-sanity. p. 21.

    'Then you're not going to be indifferent...' ... 'You're damn right I'm not!' Deborah and Dr. Fried, p. 45.

    'We will work hard, together, and we will understand.' ... 'As long as we can stand at all.' Dr. Fried and Deborah, p. 99.

    'If I can learn these things...can read and learn, why is it still so dark?' Deborah, p. 120.

    'Do you think you could compete with my smallest nightmare on its dullest day?' Deborah, p. 122.

    'Your spatial laws are okay, but God--watch out for the choices you give us!' Deborah, p. 126.

    '...they build their tortures so cunningly!' ... 'You mean the restraints?'... 'I mean the HOPE!' Deborah and Sylvia, p. 135.

    'Let us bless the strength that let you see, and work toward the time when you will be able also to DO what you see to do.' Dr. Fried, p. 174.

    'I'm tired and scared and I just don't care any more what happens. Work in the dark and work in the cold and what for! ... The more garbage I give away the more I have left. YOU can turn me off.... I can't turn me off, so I'm turning the fight off. Deborah, p. 185,

    'Typical regional cooking. They never say what region, but I have some ideas!' Fiorentini's Mary, p. 193.

    Read. Feel. Learn. Experience.

    Thanks for reading.

  2. Lisa Vegan says:

    I first read this in 1966 when I was 13 and in the 8th grade and it became my favorite book and remained my favorite book throughout high school. I reread it many times, although it's been years since my last reading.

    This is a story of a young woman ages 16-19 who is suffering from severe mental illness (in the book she is diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia) in a mental hospital.

    My understanding is that this book is based on a true story and the hospital was Chestnut Lodge and the psychiatrist was Frieda Fromm-Reichmann. Reading it now, it seems as though the main character, Deborah, was probably actually suffering from major depression with psychosis and not schizophrenia at all – but that hardly matters.

    It’s a good story about making an effort, one's ability to change, hope, and friendship, and it’s written with a lot of empathy for all of the characters.

    And I admit that I so identified with Deborah that I didn't even absorb that fact of her psychosis; I took the descriptions as metaphor.

  3. Brittni says:

    To get below the surface of this book, one must invest himself/herself. This I was willing to do. As a fellow sufferer of mental illness, I long for memoirs of those who've gone through the same as me. It's easy to read a book without really getting it, and that's why the people in other reviews have given this book below five stars. They're quick to say it's boring, afraid of the cause the book gives for deep thinking, which they probably haven't been able to grasp. They're the ones who've never gone through such mental illness, and hopefully never will. This book wasn't written for them, so of course they'd feel that way. This book was meant for those of my ilk...

    My mind never created its own world, gods, gestures, language like Deborah's (and the author's) did, but the mental illness aspect is enough commonality. The knowledge of being painfully different in a normal world, peopled with humans who're so luckily hinged (Titans, the author calls them, for being able to live the right way, though they don't realize their strength)...yes, I have this. The want for the Maybe, but also the fear of it...I have this, too. These depictions in the book reach out for those of us who've gone through the same.

    The strange intelligence of the mentally ill rings beautifully in this book, though some of the things Deborah says are tough to get at times. She speaks in metaphors, and the meaning's not always clear. Happily for her, she has Dr. Fried, who knows just how to handle Deborah and is on level with her in a way most other doctors couldn't be. At some point in the book, Fried goes on a trip, leaving Deborah in the hands of Dr. Royson, a man with totally different methods than Fried. While Fried understood Deborah's need for Yr to be acknowledged as real (as it WAS to Deborah), Royson painfully tried to drive home the lie of its existence, and Deborah can't handle his ways of therapy. This instance shows that people can't just go out to a doctor and hope to find the right one. It takes sometimes several tries to find someone on the right level, which might seem obvious to some but others still don't realize this. Fried was perfect for Deborah, understanding the crucial need for Deborah not to be lied to. Several times she said that the world would not be perfect. Life would be unjust. I never promised you a rose garden. Saying these things early on and often led to Deborah being able to handle life's ups and downs eventually, though she still had slip-ups.

    Fried also was able to eventually track down each of Deborah's core problems to their source, a miracle which doesn't happen often in psychology. Fried saw that there was hope in Deborah, because Deborah subconsciously realized that the defense she created from the real world, Yr, had become not just an escape, but also a trap. She cuts herself in her plea for help, not in a suicide attempt, and this leads her to being put in the hospital, where she realizes she belongs almost instantly. She has something in her that's fighting to get out, and that's what leads to her being one of the few to overcome her illness.

    Another part of the book I liked is Greenberg's showing not only Deborah's thoughts, but the parents as well. In their turmoil and love we see that it's not their fault that Deborah began to suffer. So often we're quick to think that all problems stem from the home life...maybe an alcoholic father, a mother who doesn't listen. That's not the case with Deborah's parents. They're truly loving, which is proof that mental illness can occur to those with even the best family life (this is the case of me, also). Mental illness can stem from anything, really, and I hate that people think of instances leading up to it as being measurable, using their personal opinions to judge whether the trauma is proportional to the mental suffering thereafter. If they hear about a girl who had a bad surgery experience that was one of the core reasons for a later mental illness, they're less likely to take the illness seriously. I think this is a major fault with people today. Mental illness can't be measured like this; instances that might not affect some to much extent, affect others greatly, and we have no right to say one instance is more worthy a reason for illness than any other. Those who've never had an illness like this are prone to this kind of thinking...they'd do well instead not to form an opinion at all.

  4. Lee says:

    This was a powerful and painful reading experience and not something I would have naturally gravitated to on my own. I chose to read this upon the recommendation of a friend and I'm very glad I did. I have no idea what the author's history is but she did a marvelous job at getting inside the head of a very disturbed girl who has been committed to a mental hospital. Reading this story reinforced my committment to never lie to my child. It brought back memories of my own teenage years and the lies or illusions I told myself in order to survive loneliness, insecurity and rejection. It was incredible to read about the complex world this young girl created to escape the the escalating fear, lack of control and pain present in her life. As a parent reading this, my thoughts turned to the huge difference in perception of events between children and adults. It's very scary to imagine that a seemingly innocuous occurence can leave such long lasting scars on the psyche of a child. By the end of the book I was left with an appreciation of the strength and resilience of human beings who suffer greatly and fight to come out the other side.

  5. Jonathan Ashleigh says:

    As someone who feels like they deal with mental illness on a daily basis, it was hard for me to enter the mind of someone with schizophrenia. I just couldn’t deal with the concept. It was well written but just not for me at this time.

  6. Arminzerella says:

    When we meet Deborah, she’s on her way to a mental hospital. She’s two years short of finishing high school, and she’s recently been hospitalized for slitting her wrists. Her mother, at least, is aware that there’s something not quite right about Deborah, but she can’t really put her finger on what it is. A famous therapist agrees to work with Deborah to help her sort out her problems. Only pages into this novel, readers glimpse Deborah’s uniquely frightening psychological landscape – the land of Yr. It used to be more of a fantasy retreat for her, and she’d spend hours, days, with the gods of Yr (Anterrabae, Lactamaeon) soaring as a bird or running across the plains. But things started to change. There were the voices from the Pit, telling her how broken and poisonous she was, and there was the Censor, who promised to keep her safe, keep her sane, keep the secrets of Yr from the outside world, but who also began to control everything Deborah did, everything she was. It is Deborah’s job, with the help of her therapist, Dr. Fried (Furii, as she becomes known in the language of Yr), to turn to the real world, to attempt to live in it, and eventually, to leave Yr behind. Deborah’s just starting to feel that she might have the strength to do that.

    After reading this, it struck me how very fragile people are. I Never Promised You a Rose Garden, is based on real events in Joanne Greenberg’s life (how could anything so rich, so strange, so fully formed, so psychological painful not be?) – her own mental illness, and her own struggle to return to the world. Things happen to us when we’re vulnerable and some people work through them, while others are broken in terrible ways – they fracture, they hide, they throw up shields and, for awhile, these coping mechanisms work for them. What strange creatures we are to do such things. In Deborah’s case, a number of things come into play, but there’s this seed incident when she’s a child – a tumor that’s removed, never adequately explained, and the lies that surround the surgery and recovery that really start her down the path into madness. I kept wondering, “How did it get so out of control? How did it get to this point?” I’m not sure I’d have the patience to be anyone’s guide out of madness.

    It takes years for Deborah to start making the kind of progress that her parents can see – getting to the point where she can be on the “B” floor with privileges to go out on the grounds, into town, stay out after dark. Eventually, she’s allowed to make contact with the community – join two choirs, a sewing group, get her own place to live, study for the GRE. And she continues to have setbacks – periods when she can’t handle it. Even at the end, Deborah returns to the mental hospital to take a breather, and realizes what her presence feels like to the other women on the ward – like the work is impossible. She wishes she had the way, the words to tell them what it’s really like. Deborah’s character is very insightful – into her own problems, into the issues of the other women she comes to know – and she’s also incredibly intelligent – it just seems to come out wrong, awkwardly. Being “of the world” myself, it was sometimes hard to figure out what she was getting at when she tried to speak, but her inner thoughts were incredibly lucid.

    There was a time where I was reading all kinds of things like this – The Bell Jar, Girl Interrupted – all kinds of things on depression and madness. I wonder if we all go through stages like this, where we’re dying to know what breaks someone, what insanity is like, how to crawl out of it if it turns out that we’re actually one of the mad. Deborah’s story was a fascinating trip down into insanity and back up again.

    Note: I believe this may have been published under a pseudonym – Hannah Green – initially. Joanne Greenberg makes reference to a “Hannah Green” in her afterword.

  7. Carol says:

    What a beautifully written semi-autobiographical story of the struggle of a young girl attempting to refocus her energies on the real world, making the transition from being mentally ill and being mentally well, as well as the stigma placed on those who have psychiatric diagnoses. As someone with experience both as a mental health professional and a patient, I can see both perspectives. It is never easy to go from the safety of the hospital environment back into the world, where one must live a productive life and move on from that point; it seems easy, at times, to give up, but I saw the triumph of the writer as she became successful in life.

  8. Victoria Hill says:

    A moving, thought-provoking and inspiring account of a young girl's struggle with schizophrenia.

    Following a suicide attempt, Debra, aged just 16, is committed to a mental hospital. Over the next three years she works with her psychiatrist to understand her illness and explores the possibility of mental health. Her precarious progress is punctuated by periods where she falls back into the terror of her illness.

    I first read this book as a healthy twenty year old with high hopes for my future, and found it compelling, but strange. Ten years later I found a copy in a second hand bookshop, and re-read it, this time from the viewpoint of a former psychiatric patient with four hospital stays in my not-too-distant past and an uncertainty over my future. Now, I read this book for comfort, hope and above all to remind myself that while psychiatry and the treatment of mental illness may have moved on, the road to recovery from mental illness still follows the same pattern of two steps forward, one step back. Like Debra, my defence mechanism is to retreat into the familiar symptoms of my depression. Reading this book has helped me to recognise this pattern, and gave me renewed hope that there is a world outside my illness - even if it is not a rose garden!

  9. Rachel says:

    This is a brilliant book and perhaps deserves more than three stars, but there are certainly problems, most having to do with our better understanding of schizophrenia in more recent times. As a historical document, the book powerfully represents a world in which large industrial-size mental hospitals were considered advanced, state-of-the-art facilities. Seclusion rooms and cold packs (trapping a patient in ice-cold sheets) were also considered constructive treatments, as was intensive psychoanalysis for psychosis. Greenberg's descriptions are poignant in this respect, especially because she was herself a patient in real life. She seems to have found the cold packs, seclusion, confinement in a prison-like ward to be stabilizing and helpful, which reminds one of how few options were available for sick people at the time. The other weakness is the depiction of other characters besides the mental patient Deborah Blau. There is much subtlety and complexity in these portrayals, but there is also a frustrating resort to stereotypes and superficiality. The parents, Esther and Jacob, are represented sympathetically but flatly and are also blamed (in part) for the psychosis, an outdated attitude. The younger sister Suzy is even more sketchily represented. The family, I'm sure, would have suffered much more intensely than Greenberg represents, especially since they are given only vague reports on their daughter's well-being. Also, Dr. Fried, although represented as a heroic figure, is never fully fleshed out, and neither are the other mental health workers. I admired the book tremendously, but it was also quite frustrating.

  10. Dad says:

    [I like the] fine old word asylum that suggests a haven, a refuge, a place where hospitality and restfulness prevail. -George A Zeller MD, of Peoria State Hospital

    Joanne Greenberg was hospitalized for schizophrenia from 1948 to 1951. She was lucky. This was before the introduction of the pharmaceuticals that are the sum total of psychiatry today. It was after the craze for lobotomies and shock treatments (can you believe they gave the Nobel Prize to the guy who invented lobotomies?) She was lucky to be treated by a psychiatrist who was compassionate and perceptive, and firmly believed that schizophrenia is curable, despite conventional wisdom.

    An asylum was a place where you could safely go mad, without harming yourself or anyone else. Greenberg's character is delighted by the discovery, after she is transferred to the disturbed ward, that she no longer has to keep up a semblance of sanity. The maintenance of that pseudo-sanity was only making her crazier.

    If she lost control, she could count on being put into the embrace of a wet sheet pack, which provided both deep pressure and warmth. The sheets trapped your body heat, and you could struggle all you wanted, letting your rage out, without getting free. Greenberg hated the movie they made of her book. Not surprising. They didn't even get the wet-pack right.

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