Imagine the quiet town of Daxbury in Massachusetts. Expensive houses, manicured lawns, the perfect picture of the American Dream. In one of these houses lived Lindsey Clancy—a maternity ward nurse from a Boston clinic, an exemplary mother of three.

But in January 2023, everything went wrong. Lindsey sent her husband to pick up a pre-ordered dinner from a restaurant and run into a pharmacy for children’s syrup—a routine twenty-minute errand. As soon as the door closed behind the man, the caring mother sent five-year-old Cora, three-year-old Dawson, and eight-month-old Callan down to the basement, after which she methodically strangled each of them with sports bands. Then, she made shallow cuts to her wrists and neck and dramatically jumped from a second-story window. The children died in terrible agony, but Lindsey herself survived, left with a spinal fracture and a disability.

It would seem we are facing a monstrous tragedy, an example of destructive madness, and a legal precedent. But then, a chorus of radical feminists rolled out. A literal coven began: hundreds of activists in pink T-shirts outside the courthouse, sobbing on social media, a campaign under the slogan “Believe Her,” and intoxicating millions in donations.

And the icing on this cake of madness was their general legal line. The ladies stated quite seriously that Lindsey was absolutely innocent, that she could not be judged, and that forced treatment is literally fascism, sexism, and patriarchal violence. Why? Because “it’s all hormones, postpartum psychosis, biology clouded her judgment; a woman in such a state is not in control of herself, and therefore bears no responsibility.”

However, let’s imagine what it would mean if we accepted such logic. It would mean that the state is obliged to immediately recognize women as legally incompetent beings. If hormones make them insane berserkers without control over their own bodies, then what use is a ballot for them? What right do they have to drive a one-and-a-half-ton vehicle on a busy highway? What right do they have to sign credit agreements, own real estate, or hold responsible positions? Lindsey, for the record, worked as a nurse herself and administered IV drips to other people’s children!

With such an argument, radical feminists are literally demanding a return to the Early Middle Ages, when a woman was considered a legal appendage, a domestic pet, for whose destructive escapades the legal master—the father or husband—was held responsible. Are modern emancipated activists really dreaming of the status of pedigreed livestock just to bail out an infanticide?

Now for the most bitter part of this entire story: this nightmare should never have happened in the first place! You probably thought we were about to start talking again about the need to strengthen violence inhibition mechanisms, but that only solves half the problem. By limiting the level of aggression, you save the child’s life, but you do not save them from emotional hell.

In the case of severe postpartum depression, a mother remains a scorched desert. She is physically incapable of loving the infant, the child grows up with a crippled psyche due to emotional deprivation, and the woman herself quietly goes mad from guilt. And this is where a real long-term solution must enter the stage—medications to enhance attachment (bonding). The neurobiology of attachment formation based on oxytocin and dopamine loops has been known to science for thirty years, if not more. There is absolutely no magic in creating targeted drugs to induce attachment.

But, as you have probably already guessed, the stationary bandit reliably keeps the barrier closed. Regulators like the FDA are cowards and bureaucrats who are panickily afraid of any innovation, forcing people to swallow half-century-old formulas for decades. They demand billions of dollars and decades of bureaucratic humiliation just for a few formal approvals.

Thus, due to state regulators, the problem remains unsolved, and the story of Lindsey Clancy threatens to repeat itself one day.

Voluntarist, Bitarch