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My life is great now. Its crazy...I'm making progress towards a more autonomous life, my people love me, I love my people. I"m physically healthy, remarkably --normal--, smart enough to do what I want to do, etc. I got saved 4 years ago. Before that, I think God may have been kind enough to provide me with what I needed to keep going, and He chose to spare me some terrible things.
Nobody's life is perfect, and everyone's life has rough spots, limitations, etc. In this community, I'm now regarded as a "Schizophrenic" and a "mental patient." Truth be told, I can't complain; I get disability, live with my now more "genteel" parents, etc. As "mental patients" go, my life is basically an extended vacation. I've been spared involuntary outpatient treatment (that's when you get injected with high doses of drugs every month or so) and hospitalization. I don't live in --real-- poverty and I don't live in any kind of misery. As for "oppression...." I was definitely deep in bondage, pain, and misery, and now people taunt me, but a lot of what they yell out at me is straight up false, anyway. Its not fun, its not pleasant, etc., but where the rubber hits the road...God has been magnanimous towards me.
I realize all this now because I prayed for an "attitude of gratitude" and for God to take away my remaining bratty-ness and whiney-ness, and He's been good to change my perspective and my heart of hearts, over time.
I'm going to see my counselor at the clinic today. Not a huge deal. I see him every 8 weeks or so. Problem is...I'm not well-liked around here. My psych history has not been kept confidential --at all--, which apparently happens a lot, all over the place (this counselor hasn't done anything shady, but people from back in the day have...).
I just don't like going to the clinic. The front desk ladies seem to have a problem with me. Its like...when I was broke as a joke and not well dressed, they'd be condescending and kinda mean. Now, I've "recovered from treatment" (read: God restored me, despite drugs and shock treatments) and I dress better, etc., and I seem to be perceived as "uppity." There's lots of counselors at this place, because its public/community mental health. Some of these other people seem to have a "problem" with me, based on what they'll say ("he ain't no man," "he can't be a man, but he's go SCHIZOPHRENIA," etc.). I'm blessed to have this particular counselor assigned to me, because he's Christian, good at his job, and higher ranking than a lot of other people at this place who clearly do not care for me. One time, a while back, I called up there and some lady on the phone told me my then-counselor's name and told me "that's who you BELONG TO!" I was not pleased, lol.
OK. I'm thinking and rambling, and...OK. I'm blessed. Everyone's life has challenges, and mine are minor compared to a) what a lot of people go through and b) what I could be going through, were it not for God's grace and The Sweetness of The Lord.
Please pray with me that things go a-OK and that I can...well, keep on becoming more appreciative and just deal with whatever comes my way. Thanks.
Nobody's life is perfect, and everyone's life has rough spots, limitations, etc. In this community, I'm now regarded as a "Schizophrenic" and a "mental patient." Truth be told, I can't complain; I get disability, live with my now more "genteel" parents, etc. As "mental patients" go, my life is basically an extended vacation. I've been spared involuntary outpatient treatment (that's when you get injected with high doses of drugs every month or so) and hospitalization. I don't live in --real-- poverty and I don't live in any kind of misery. As for "oppression...." I was definitely deep in bondage, pain, and misery, and now people taunt me, but a lot of what they yell out at me is straight up false, anyway. Its not fun, its not pleasant, etc., but where the rubber hits the road...God has been magnanimous towards me.
I realize all this now because I prayed for an "attitude of gratitude" and for God to take away my remaining bratty-ness and whiney-ness, and He's been good to change my perspective and my heart of hearts, over time.
I'm going to see my counselor at the clinic today. Not a huge deal. I see him every 8 weeks or so. Problem is...I'm not well-liked around here. My psych history has not been kept confidential --at all--, which apparently happens a lot, all over the place (this counselor hasn't done anything shady, but people from back in the day have...).
I just don't like going to the clinic. The front desk ladies seem to have a problem with me. Its like...when I was broke as a joke and not well dressed, they'd be condescending and kinda mean. Now, I've "recovered from treatment" (read: God restored me, despite drugs and shock treatments) and I dress better, etc., and I seem to be perceived as "uppity." There's lots of counselors at this place, because its public/community mental health. Some of these other people seem to have a "problem" with me, based on what they'll say ("he ain't no man," "he can't be a man, but he's go SCHIZOPHRENIA," etc.). I'm blessed to have this particular counselor assigned to me, because he's Christian, good at his job, and higher ranking than a lot of other people at this place who clearly do not care for me. One time, a while back, I called up there and some lady on the phone told me my then-counselor's name and told me "that's who you BELONG TO!" I was not pleased, lol.
OK. I'm thinking and rambling, and...OK. I'm blessed. Everyone's life has challenges, and mine are minor compared to a) what a lot of people go through and b) what I could be going through, were it not for God's grace and The Sweetness of The Lord.
Please pray with me that things go a-OK and that I can...well, keep on becoming more appreciative and just deal with whatever comes my way. Thanks.
