Submitted by Meredith Bell on Thu, 04/03/2003 - 17:35.
I think I am exempt from this since Kate has already been in a semi-similar situation during season one. Okay for most of the part she wasn't consious but it still counts! :P
Submitted by Tarix Conny on Thu, 04/03/2003 - 16:49.
Okies, i came up with it. I tried to bring it together from the Aprils sources and Bob's, though i may have not used a lot of it. April, hopefully this will help you in this current story of Jade.
*Its cold. Its just so cold.* She was sitting on the floor, or it could have been the ceiling , she didn’t know. She looked around herself, gasping for breath. The darkness surrounded her like an evil curtain from hell. Laughing at her face yet with holding what she craved for; freedom.
Tarix had been in her solitary for a few days, no maybe it was months, somehow that didn’t matter. How she got there she didn’t know, but somehow she didn’t care. *But I do care* She thought *No, no, I don’t care. I don’t care at all* And she started to weep. Tarix tried to think again, but it got so difficult. She found out she was having trouble breathing again. She coughed and choked, and realized that there was enough air in here to keep her going for months. Suddenly that thought didn’t concern her anymore.
She got up and started pacing around. She felt her bare feet step on the smooth, hard surface of her confinement. She tried to look around herself, but the darkness was too much. She keeps walking, and then bumped into the walk. “DAMN YOU!” She cried out, as she fell back on her back, to no one in particular.
That striked her as quite funny. She was cursing an imaginary friend. She started to giggle, which turned into a laugh and slowly the tears returned to her face. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her head on it. She rocked back and forth, back and forth, not knowing what to do. Then it hit her how she had gotten there *Jessy!* Yes, Yes! Jessy, she had put her in this horrid confinement. *But why?* She started to rock back and forth with more vigor now, as she went deeper and deeper into her thoughts. *Because she’s jealous. I am sure, jealous of my good looks.* “YES!” She screamed out loud, not having realised that she had.
She suddenly got up and absent minded forgot what she was thinking about a few minutes ago. “But how will I get out of here.” She said, talking to herself again. *Thule!* “Yes, yes, Thule, Thule will get me out. But how will he find me?” She looked around and again saw nothing. Then she saw something. Slowly a set of matches started to appear in front of her. Then some straw also appeared. She didn’t know how that had happened, but she was grateful for seeing something. “I’ll build a fire, then Thule will be able to see me” She reached for the matches but found nothing but air there. “NO!” She started to to angrily thumping her hand on the floor.
Then when all hope was lost, she heard something. A click. She looked up and found out that that the door to her cell was being opened. Slowly a crack of light appeared and it started to grow, then it engulfed her.
Submitted by Tarix Conny on Thu, 04/03/2003 - 12:20.
I was thinking, why not play a little semi role playing game. April gave me the idea by this thread. Why don't we all think about what our characters would act if they were thrown in a dark, soundless cell. How our characters would react to the environment.
Also think about this, Angel was also put in his cell (it was end of Season 6, and i am sure this is not a spoiler....rite Dave?), when he was nailed shut in his little coffin. Hopefully most of us saw how he reacted, so we can keep that in mind.
I'll post how Tarix will react after some time, when i am offline and in my typing trance, give me a day for that....
Submitted by Soulless Zombie on Mon, 03/31/2003 - 20:45.
The flipside of the entire Sensory-Deprivation-As-Dehumanizing-Punishment-Method is the book "Altered States" by Paddy Chayevsky. In Chayevsky's universe, sensory deprivation opens up the other 90% of the human mind that we, in our conscious, constantly-experiencing-stuff states of mind, cannot tap into. His book, probably written while under the influence of powerful hallucinogenic substances, discusses, in detail, the effect that powerful, hallucinogenic substances--in conjunction with total sensory deprivation--have on the human mind. The synergy, Chayevsky wrote, has the potential to cause atavistic reversions to an earlier, primitive consciousness, devolution and a bad peyote trip in one tight little bundle. The book borders on the implausibly unreadable, and the movie made from same--William Hurt's damage-controlling performance in a brilliantly unspectacular movie notwithstanding--is about as bad. Catch either if you have ABSOLUTELY nothing else to do for about two hours.
I offer this as a "Devil's Advocate" kind of take on the whole issue, so don't shoot the paperboy for bringing ugly news...I wasted several hours of my life reading the book and watching the movie, so I HAD to share the dregs of my knowledge with the rest of y'all...
Submitted by Tarix Conny on Mon, 03/31/2003 - 13:24.
If you have read the book called the "Count Of Monte Cristo" there is a passage in there where this main character "Edmond Dante" gets thrown into this dungeon. He first has all this hope that someone from his famly or friends may help him, then as months pass, he trys to get the guards to get him the warden so that he could convince the warden, when that fails, he starts to confort himself in other things.
He starts talking to himself. When all hope realy fails, he trys to commit suicide by not eating anything.
I don't remeber it all but reading the above articles reminded me of this.
Also a long time ago in India, there was this really dark dungeon, it was called The Hole of Calcutta. Ot was a dungeon where Indians used to through their prisoners in in ancient times. It would be a room about 50 meters to 50 meters and it would contain as much as 100 ppl.....i think i read about it in the ninth grade.
They would not feed them anything for three days, in which about half the people would die of starvation and dehydration. Some people even tried to drink their own urine! my reaction major "ewwwwwwww"!
if you want i'll try and research some articles.
Even i have never heard of sensory depriviation, but i know i think a lot about the concept, i never knew it had a name.
I mean think about this, you go to sleep. something happens and you sleep for 2 days, maybe you'r extra tired, and your family thinks you'er dead, and they bury you. How would you feel when you wake up in a coffin, nobody can hear you, you can't get out. The idea give me chills. And IT HAS HAPPENED BEFORE!!! brrrrrr
The Current Practice of Torture
February 1997
Amrita Mukherjee
In the human rights era, the torture of individuals by governments is not an outdated practice. It is as pervasive and systematic today as it was during the medieval periods of European history when it was used as a means for gathering evidence and incriminating statements. The underlying motivation for the use of torture may not have changed in the last hundred years, in that it has always been used primarily to break down resistance and subvert personality, but it has gone "underground". Despite universal condemnation, governments have continued to practice it in secret. In fact, there has been an increase in the use of torture and a refinement in its practice, to punish and coerce opponents into submission. The means of inflicting it have grown increasingly novel and ingenious. United Nations documents reveal that torture occurs in at least one-third of the countries of the world.1 Although specially trained anti-guerrilla brigades may carry out such treatment, it is the military that usually employs torture as a means of combatting non-conventional wars as militia members are trained to obey orders. The legality of such orders are seldom questioned.2 The instruments of inflicting pain range from physical devices through chemical injections to elaborate psychological techniques.
Torture was practised in many ancient civilisations. Using Europe as an example, the ancient Greek practice of torturing slaves to obtain information influenced early Roman laws, in which torture was used to gain the testimonies of slaves and those of low social status. A renewed interest in Roman law, the dissatisfaction with earlier modes of securing reliable information and the development of strong political authorities contributed to the increased use of torture in Europe from the 12th century. Torture was increasingly used to extract confessions. From the mid-14th century to the end of the 18th century, torture was a common and authorised part of the legal proceedings of most European countries and the Roman Catholic church, which had approved of its use by inquisition in cases of heresy. Among the instruments of torture were: the "strappado", a machine that hoisted the suspect's weighted body by a rope tied to his hands, which was fastened behind his back; the rack, an instrument that stretched the limbs and body; and the thumbscrew, a metal studded vice in which a suspect's thumbs were compressed.
By the 19th century, most European countries had legally abolished the use of torture, but in the 20th century it has re-emerged as a tool of government, used in a more hidden but insidious manner. It has been used particularly by the military, during armed conflict and by intelligence agencies, as political pressures of a different nature have been placed on governments. Despite the widespread condemnation of it, the Second World War saw torture in a new, horrifying role, when it was used in Nazi concentration camps. Medical practitioners were involved in sustaining the victims, so that they could be tortured repeatedly, in the name of "medical and scientific experimentation."
Torture today is no longer carried out for the purposes of such "scientific experimentation " but, rather, it is practiced by scientific means, whether it takes the form of chemical, psychological, or other torture.3 The modern techniques have been developed to include not only the traditional methods of inflicting physical pain but also the use of complex psychological and pharmacological methods designed from studies of medical research and the psychology of pain.
The most common forms of sophisticated torture used today are variants of the brainwashing techniques known as sensory deprivation, which focuses on the isolation stage of captivity. This procedure reinforces the victim's sense of isolation, for instance, by making detention cells soundproof and subjecting the detainee to total silence, or by forcing the prisoner to endure repetition of the same message over and over again, loudly and ad finitum. To heighten anxiety , the victim's cell is made black by eliminating all natural and artificial light, or its walls are painted bright white so that the colour induces pain, usually in the form of headaches. In order to weaken the prisoner physically and mentally, he is deprived of food and drink as well as of sleep. Each time the detainee starts to fall asleep he is brutally awoken by a punch, a kick, or an electric shock. This deprivation is prolonged for days. The effects of sensory deprivation have been studied and are well-known; by the third or fourth day the prisoner is hallucinating, and an individual can break down within five to seven days. Another of the methods used is the suppression of the body's natural process of pain inhibition, advancing and extending an already excruciating pain. Electric shocks, lobotomies, surgical amputations, brainwashing, drugging and sterilisations are also carried out. Many modern methods of torture leave no visible physical traces on the body, though they scar their victims for life, both emotionally and psychologically.
Studies reveal that the process of dehumanising the victim is necessary in order to carry out such treatment and once it has begun, it is progressively easier for the torturer to continue with other victims. Furthermore the use of technology in what is basically an act of brutality by one person against another allows the torturer to distance himself from the act and integrate himself into an objective process in which his liability and his guilt are felt to be diluted.4 According to Christian de Goustine, there is no longer any justification for distinguishing between physical and mental torture since there exists a close interdependence between body and mind and the goal of the torturer in each case is the same: to break the victim's resistance.5 There have been many documented cases of torturers deriving pleasure from the act and such acts being carried out against persons already convicted of a crime or against the innocent as a means of terrorising the general population in order to make general examples of a few people regardless of guilt. Authorities have tortured innocent members of their population and then blamed these acts on insurgents in order to create an excuse to crack down on dissidents.
Endnotes
1. UN Doc E/CN.4/1984/SR.33 (1984). See also Amnesty International, Torture in the Eighties (1984), which indicates 66 countries that practice torture.
2. Christian de Goustine, La Torture 48-49 (1976)
3. Ibid.
4. Jean-Claude Laurent and Raymond La Sierra, la Torture propre (1975). See also Peters, Torture (1986); J.H Langbein, Torture and the Law Proof: Europe and England in the Ancient Regime (1977).
5. De Goustine, supra, note 2 at 55.
*Ph.D Candidate, University of Nottingham
Here's an article I found on the web on sensory deprivation written by someone called R. John Callahan. His / her imagery is quite morbid but I found this to be very powerful stuff... If you're interested in checking out the site, it's called WednesdayClub.net and the URL is http://wednesdayclub.net/thebox.html
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The Box
July 2002
by R. John Callahan
It may have been dawn. It may have been midnight. It may have been Tea Time, had he been either British or a golfer, neither of which was he. The passage of time meant significantly less with each passing day, or hour, or week. He couldn’t really be sure which. Time in the box meant only the hot, sticky film of one’s own stench and the incessant droning of absolutely nothing. Nothing marked its passage, and so time stood still. In some instances, this might have been acceptable, even desirable, but as we have already noted, he was in the box.
It had many names. The other prisoners sometimes called it The Hole or The Pit. The warden simply termed it Solitary. He’d even thought of a few good names for it, when they’d first locked him inside, but none that bear repeating. However, by any name, it was first and foremost the State’s only sanctioned means of pure and perfect torture. Not the hardest of hardened criminals, not the sharpest of maniacal masterminds, not even the coolest and most accepting among the broken and reformed could fend off the horrors that dwelt within.
Sensory depravation soon enough. There was nothing to see within the pitch black chamber. He wondered, at times, if his eyes still worked. It was soundproofed, so that nothing save his own shallow breathing could arouse his attention. The slow, rhythmic drawing and releasing of breath soon grew hypnotic, and from there became unnoticed. There were only the walls and himself to touch, both of which wore out their interest early on. One could only grope the same parts of one’s anatomy so many times, after all. Taste and smell blended together, and then vanished likewise. When bombarded by the same malodorous air long enough, his senses grew accustomed to it, and finally failed to notice it at all.
The box was the hearth of darkness, wherein was forged every manner of horror and terror ever dreamt, and many more of which none would ever dare dream. It laughed off efforts to face it, to stand defiantly in its presence and quell its onslaught. Never had a man been subjected to it that he wasn’t ultimately consumed, no matter what he did or how intensely he resisted, and our subject was not exception. He had, like so many before him, devised a plan - albeit a simple one - to survive the ordeal unscathed and, like so many before him, he was broken down painfully, one might also say slowly, except that such a concept as time is, as has been noted, meaningless to the victim of the box.
His plan, like any other, was simply one to combat the emptiness of solitude and sensory depravation. He never thought of using his own voice, for such a sound over the timeless span of confinement would only worsen things, or drown itself out as had his breath. What he needed was an external sensation. A sight, or sound, or smell that was not directly his. If he had no direct control of it, it would work. It, whatever it was, would accompany him on his journey through the darkened bazaar of the condemned man’s soul. Knowing that this was what he needed to survive, he carefully worked the top button free from his prison jumpsuit, and tossed it in front of him.
He did this after he’d lost track of his senses, so when the button collided with the wall of his little cell, the noise was like a bullet mainlined to his brain. It burned through him, and echoed as the button tumbled through the darkness and onto the floor, where it bounced a few times and infused him with the scorching knowledge that he was, in fact, alive despite all previous assumptions to the contrary. As the epiphany seared through him, he fumbled around frantically in the darkness until his fingers finally stumbled onto the fallen button, then he lifted it up to his face, drew a deep breath, and tossed it again.
Again the sound stirred his dying spirit, and again he slid his hands across the floor until he held the button securely therein. He didn’t toss it again immediately. Instead he reflected on the differences between the first and second times he had thrown it, and he came to the conclusion that his was a perfect plan. The button would never strike the wall twice in exactly the same way. Therefore it would never make the exact same sound as it had before, and each new sound it made would occur independently of his expectations and desires. It was as if another living entity had joined him in his lonely vigil over reality’s decay and, even though he knew deep down that this was not the true case, it was enough for him to keep his hold over all that had abandoned those who had gone before him into the box.
Time neither gained nor regained any meaning at this point, for some unknown amount of it had already slipped by, independent of his attention, and his resultant judgment of time passed was flawed beyond any hope of repair, but he had ceased to find time important. Whenever he lost track of it from then on, when he began to slip back into the abyss of isolation, of the nethermost plane of nonexistence, he simply had to toss the tiny button against an unforgiving, unrelenting wall of the enclosure, and reality returned. He could get by like this not, he judged, forever, but at least as long as it took for them to release him from what was meant to be his unending trek into infinitely deeper recesses of madness, and that would be enough.
While he waited out his sentence, he gradually came to think of himself as more and more clever. He was immensely proud of himself, and rightly so, for he had discovered the buffer between isolation and insanity that prisoners had sought for as long as the box had stood. He had prevailed over the box, and when they finally pulled him from it, he would truly be the better man that they had promised him to be. His triumph was at hand, and the remainder of his sentence would pass in due time. Yes, time. He had brought time back to his world, yet even as he gloated inwardly, he began to slip back into the timeless unreality of his predicament. Sensing the decline of his perception, he quickly raised his precious button and tossed it again toward the unseen wall. The anticipated tap of button and wall colliding brought his senses sharply back, and he waited patiently for his tiny projectile to fall to the floor, where he would hone in on it by virtue of the noise of its landing.
He waited for the sound. He waited some more. He continued to wait, anticipating the inevitable noise of the end result of gravity’s ceaseless work, and when he’d finished doing that, he waited a bit longer. As he waited, he began to drift. He drifted back into the ravine, the dark corner of the mind where the walls of shadow and doubt never quite meet, but just keep drawing closer and closer together. He was drifting back into the darkness from which he had escaped, and when he realized what was happening, he went for his trusty button. Only then did he fully realize his plight. He no longer had his button. He had missed the sound as it fell to the floor, and without the noise, he had no idea where it was.
In a panic, he scrambled around the floor of the small cell, meticulously combing its surface with his fingers, trying to find the fallen button, and all the while drifting further into the void. He had never heard the button land, as if the box had swallowed it up in mid fall, but he knew better. That was impossible, so he continued to feel along the floor of the cell, frantically racing against the ensuing madness to find his button. No matter how hard he tried, or how intensely he searched, however, the button was not to be found. Darkness swallowed him as his hands scurried about the floor feeling for his lost button. Ultimately, his whimpering became as steady and hypnotic as had his breathing, and his mind left him, even as his body continued its futile struggle against the impossible truth that his button had simply vanished.
When the guards finally took him from the box, he nearly had to be pried out. He struggled, and scrambled, and broke free of their grasps, then he dove back into the box to resume his hopeless search. When they pulled him back out, he bit and squirmed and scratched to get free, and only after he had been beaten and restrained did he finally abandon his attempts. In the end, they dragged him away from the box, back to his regular cell within the prison, where he would stare blankly and vegetate for the rest of his miserable existence. The impossible nature of what he had experienced gnawed away at him, a little more every day, until his mind was as dark and empty as the box in which he’d lost it.
The prisoner was not alone in having been driven crazy by the curious button incident. As the guard assigned to clean out the box later discovered, and pondered to no end - as he knew a few things about spiders, none of which suggested the necessary strength or dexterity, let alone the tendency toward collecting - the impossible presence of a small plastic button inside a corner cobweb that, by all appearances, hadn’t housed a living creature, arachnid or otherwise, in years.
If you guys have been following Jade's little "adventure" in Mid-Season 2, you'll probably have no problems guessing what this thread is about. I just thought I'd post some of the information I've found on sensory deprivation for those of you who are interested in learning a little more about it.
Before you proceed any further, I should warn you that I found some of this material very disturbing so if you're the squeamish sort, don't read it. Then again, maybe I have an overactive imagination and the rest of you won't find it half as scary... Ah heck. You decide... But don't say I didn't warn you! :P
In a nutshell, what is sensory deprivation? I must admit that before Robin explained it to me, I was quite ignorant and knew very little about it. I knew that prisons practiced solitary confinement but never really thought about the horrors of what it entailed.
I've paraphrased what Robin said but here's the gist of it...
Quote:
"The human mind craves input and removing all sources of it can be very disorientating. (Sensory deprivation is when) you remove as much stimulus as possible. Usually, you're left to float in a dark chamber full of salt water at blood temperature. Since there is no sense of gravity, you float with no sense of temperature and no inkling as to where you are or what is around you. It's dark so you can't see and with today's fancy anti-sense sound systems, it's possible to remove any sound from the enviroment, so you can't hear either. (For the case of the world in LABN) If you enhance it with magic, very soon you can't sense anything at all, which for the conscious mind is pretty terrifying."
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Which do you think is a worse form of torture?
I think I am exempt from this since Kate has already been in a semi-similar situation during season one. Okay for most of the part she wasn't consious but it still counts! :P
Which do you think is a worse form of torture?
Okies, i came up with it. I tried to bring it together from the Aprils sources and Bob's, though i may have not used a lot of it. April, hopefully this will help you in this current story of Jade.
*Its cold. Its just so cold.* She was sitting on the floor, or it could have been the ceiling , she didn’t know. She looked around herself, gasping for breath. The darkness surrounded her like an evil curtain from hell. Laughing at her face yet with holding what she craved for; freedom.
Tarix had been in her solitary for a few days, no maybe it was months, somehow that didn’t matter. How she got there she didn’t know, but somehow she didn’t care. *But I do care* She thought *No, no, I don’t care. I don’t care at all* And she started to weep. Tarix tried to think again, but it got so difficult. She found out she was having trouble breathing again. She coughed and choked, and realized that there was enough air in here to keep her going for months. Suddenly that thought didn’t concern her anymore.
She got up and started pacing around. She felt her bare feet step on the smooth, hard surface of her confinement. She tried to look around herself, but the darkness was too much. She keeps walking, and then bumped into the walk. “DAMN YOU!” She cried out, as she fell back on her back, to no one in particular.
That striked her as quite funny. She was cursing an imaginary friend. She started to giggle, which turned into a laugh and slowly the tears returned to her face. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her head on it. She rocked back and forth, back and forth, not knowing what to do. Then it hit her how she had gotten there *Jessy!* Yes, Yes! Jessy, she had put her in this horrid confinement. *But why?* She started to rock back and forth with more vigor now, as she went deeper and deeper into her thoughts. *Because she’s jealous. I am sure, jealous of my good looks.* “YES!” She screamed out loud, not having realised that she had.
She suddenly got up and absent minded forgot what she was thinking about a few minutes ago. “But how will I get out of here.” She said, talking to herself again. *Thule!* “Yes, yes, Thule, Thule will get me out. But how will he find me?” She looked around and again saw nothing. Then she saw something. Slowly a set of matches started to appear in front of her. Then some straw also appeared. She didn’t know how that had happened, but she was grateful for seeing something. “I’ll build a fire, then Thule will be able to see me” She reached for the matches but found nothing but air there. “NO!” She started to to angrily thumping her hand on the floor.
Then when all hope was lost, she heard something. A click. She looked up and found out that that the door to her cell was being opened. Slowly a crack of light appeared and it started to grow, then it engulfed her.
Which do you think is a worse form of torture?
I was thinking, why not play a little semi role playing game. April gave me the idea by this thread. Why don't we all think about what our characters would act if they were thrown in a dark, soundless cell. How our characters would react to the environment.
Also think about this, Angel was also put in his cell (it was end of Season 6, and i am sure this is not a spoiler....rite Dave?), when he was nailed shut in his little coffin. Hopefully most of us saw how he reacted, so we can keep that in mind.
I'll post how Tarix will react after some time, when i am offline and in my typing trance, give me a day for that....
Which do you think is a worse form of torture?
Forgot to post this up last night... This a digitally altered pic of the tank that Jade is being held in.
The Tank
The Other Side of The Coin...
The flipside of the entire Sensory-Deprivation-As-Dehumanizing-Punishment-Method is the book "Altered States" by Paddy Chayevsky. In Chayevsky's universe, sensory deprivation opens up the other 90% of the human mind that we, in our conscious, constantly-experiencing-stuff states of mind, cannot tap into. His book, probably written while under the influence of powerful hallucinogenic substances, discusses, in detail, the effect that powerful, hallucinogenic substances--in conjunction with total sensory deprivation--have on the human mind. The synergy, Chayevsky wrote, has the potential to cause atavistic reversions to an earlier, primitive consciousness, devolution and a bad peyote trip in one tight little bundle. The book borders on the implausibly unreadable, and the movie made from same--William Hurt's damage-controlling performance in a brilliantly unspectacular movie notwithstanding--is about as bad. Catch either if you have ABSOLUTELY nothing else to do for about two hours.
I offer this as a "Devil's Advocate" kind of take on the whole issue, so don't shoot the paperboy for bringing ugly news...I wasted several hours of my life reading the book and watching the movie, so I HAD to share the dregs of my knowledge with the rest of y'all...
Avoid both like the Plague,
Bob
Which do you think is a worse form of torture?
If you have read the book called the "Count Of Monte Cristo" there is a passage in there where this main character "Edmond Dante" gets thrown into this dungeon. He first has all this hope that someone from his famly or friends may help him, then as months pass, he trys to get the guards to get him the warden so that he could convince the warden, when that fails, he starts to confort himself in other things.
He starts talking to himself. When all hope realy fails, he trys to commit suicide by not eating anything.
I don't remeber it all but reading the above articles reminded me of this.
Also a long time ago in India, there was this really dark dungeon, it was called The Hole of Calcutta. Ot was a dungeon where Indians used to through their prisoners in in ancient times. It would be a room about 50 meters to 50 meters and it would contain as much as 100 ppl.....i think i read about it in the ninth grade.
They would not feed them anything for three days, in which about half the people would die of starvation and dehydration. Some people even tried to drink their own urine! my reaction major "ewwwwwwww"!
if you want i'll try and research some articles.
Even i have never heard of sensory depriviation, but i know i think a lot about the concept, i never knew it had a name.
I mean think about this, you go to sleep. something happens and you sleep for 2 days, maybe you'r extra tired, and your family thinks you'er dead, and they bury you. How would you feel when you wake up in a coffin, nobody can hear you, you can't get out. The idea give me chills. And IT HAS HAPPENED BEFORE!!! brrrrrr
The Current Practice of Torture
Another article I found on the web about sensory deprivation and other forms of mental and physical torture. If you wish to check out the website, the URL is http://www.nottingham.ac.uk/law/hrlc/hrnews/feb97/torture.htm
The Box
Here's an article I found on the web on sensory deprivation written by someone called R. John Callahan. His / her imagery is quite morbid but I found this to be very powerful stuff... If you're interested in checking out the site, it's called WednesdayClub.net and the URL is http://wednesdayclub.net/thebox.html
Torture - Sensory Deprivation
If you guys have been following Jade's little "adventure" in Mid-Season 2, you'll probably have no problems guessing what this thread is about. I just thought I'd post some of the information I've found on sensory deprivation for those of you who are interested in learning a little more about it.
Before you proceed any further, I should warn you that I found some of this material very disturbing so if you're the squeamish sort, don't read it. Then again, maybe I have an overactive imagination and the rest of you won't find it half as scary... Ah heck. You decide... But don't say I didn't warn you! :P
In a nutshell, what is sensory deprivation? I must admit that before Robin explained it to me, I was quite ignorant and knew very little about it. I knew that prisons practiced solitary confinement but never really thought about the horrors of what it entailed.
I've paraphrased what Robin said but here's the gist of it...