Naked Ladies


By Initially NO

ISBN: 978-1-84991-782-7
Published: 2012
Pages: 229
Key Themes: Mental Health, Schizophrenia, Art, Psychosis


Initially NO is a visual artist and poet struggling to find a way to earn a living. She had a diagnosis of schizophrenia over ten years ago but hadnít had any episodes for years. She hates medication and the effects it has on health and well-being so she stopped taking it for seven years. She likes to hear voices in the sound of a carís roar as much as she likes finding lyrics in her guitar chords. But things start to become strange when her father dies. She starts to believe that her DNA has been used in an electronic experiment. Nothing anyone says will change her mind. She is hospitalised for this and realises her mistake. Then she stops the medication and returns to the same belief and psychosis!
This book shows how a person can slip into such beliefs that seem strange and non-sense to most of the population and gives a mindís eye view.

About the Author

Initially NO has studied Professional Writing and Editing at RMIT University. She is also a visual artist. The name Initially NO is derived from the authorís birth name which had the Initials, NO. It is now her legal name. She has been diagnosed with schizophrenia. This means she has gone into a dream state, not unlike while sleeping. The dream gradually turned into a nightmare and she found herself doing all sorts of things that she would only do if in a dream. Part of her mind was fast asleep and believing in the symbols her mind dreams of. If you put your foot in cold water, in a dream it feels cold. If knives go through you in a dream, they hurt. While having a waking dream, things hurt as well as felt cold, for strange reasons the mind made up. Initially NO has been having these episodes of illness where she hears voices and has tactile hallucinations, since she was twenty-five. She is hoping that it doesnít happen again.

Book Extract

Dad was lying on the hospital bed, golden from the jaundice, his mouth open as if in awe. This wasnít something I could take a photo of. Something said that it was not okay. Even though Vin pulled hair follicles out, taking a photo of my Dad without him being alive was just not something I could do. I needed something to represent him though. I found it in a little gold laughing Buddha on the shelf at the family home. Long ago Mum had chastised Dad for liking the fat laughing Buddha, when she preferred the thin serene serious ones, but sheíd since come to understand the reason why laughter was so important and kept the laughing figurines around the house.

Later, when I woke up around five am (the hour my Dad would normally wake) the heavens had opened, watering the garden beautifully. It was another symbol to collect.

ĎJust put me in the compost,í Dad had said. We did our best to make his funeral environmentally friendly. We couldnít exactly go with his wishes and I donít know if Iíd be okay with having my dadís corpse in the compost bucket being devoured by earth worms. Yet for some reason I had to be okay with him being cremated, even though that was an environmental hazard.

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This product was added to our catalog on Thursday 11 October, 2012.