Christ_empowered
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I receive disability for severe mental illness (some say Bipolar I, some say Schizophrenia). My disability is up for review.
I don't know what to think. I'm one of those people--maybe there are a lot of us, I dunno--who got worse under "treatment." 2 rounds of heavy involuntary shock treatments, one hospital let me OD on a benzodiazepine sleeping pill (I turned purple and wet the bed...they didn't do anything about it...), that sort of thing.
I spent 10+/- years in a state of utter and complete sick-ness. I mean, premature aging, immune system problems, respiratory problems, mental problems, lowered IQ, on and on it goes. Now, I'm receiving treatment from a public/community health clinic (the people before were private practice), and I"m actually...getting better (!!!). Its crazy.
The treatment providers from back in the day insisted that it was just a personality disorder, so they basically punished me for being "narcissistic," and they took a lot of money from my parents and insurance company, too. One dude, a counselor, lied to my parents and said I was "schizophrenic," when really he had diagnosed Oppositional Defiant Disorder, probably because I didn't care for his treatment style.
Ugh. I'm not trying to re-hash everything, its just like...I'm finally stable, not over-medicated or anything, my IQ is apparently back up (miracle...not that IQ is everything, but...its good to be demonstrably better), there's a bright light in my eyes, my physical health is good (I need to lose weight and build muscle, but I'm not sick or sickly or anything), I'm finishing my degree online, and...now they're reviewing my disability.
Ugh. I don't even want to be on disability forever, not if I can help it. I'm looking to get a degree, try to get a decent job, and transition into being a normal member of a community, somewhere. I don't have a work history, references, job skills, technical skills, any of that.
I'm hoping I can keep disability for now, if its God's will. The last time I worked it was while at Teen Challenge getting rehabilitated (which worked beautifully, btw). I worked in a factory. Everybody was mean to me, and one of the dudes who was also from TC told the co-workers my story, so they'd all call me "Thorazine" and stuff like that.
I'm rambling...please pray.
I don't know what to think. I'm one of those people--maybe there are a lot of us, I dunno--who got worse under "treatment." 2 rounds of heavy involuntary shock treatments, one hospital let me OD on a benzodiazepine sleeping pill (I turned purple and wet the bed...they didn't do anything about it...), that sort of thing.
I spent 10+/- years in a state of utter and complete sick-ness. I mean, premature aging, immune system problems, respiratory problems, mental problems, lowered IQ, on and on it goes. Now, I'm receiving treatment from a public/community health clinic (the people before were private practice), and I"m actually...getting better (!!!). Its crazy.
The treatment providers from back in the day insisted that it was just a personality disorder, so they basically punished me for being "narcissistic," and they took a lot of money from my parents and insurance company, too. One dude, a counselor, lied to my parents and said I was "schizophrenic," when really he had diagnosed Oppositional Defiant Disorder, probably because I didn't care for his treatment style.
Ugh. I'm not trying to re-hash everything, its just like...I'm finally stable, not over-medicated or anything, my IQ is apparently back up (miracle...not that IQ is everything, but...its good to be demonstrably better), there's a bright light in my eyes, my physical health is good (I need to lose weight and build muscle, but I'm not sick or sickly or anything), I'm finishing my degree online, and...now they're reviewing my disability.
Ugh. I don't even want to be on disability forever, not if I can help it. I'm looking to get a degree, try to get a decent job, and transition into being a normal member of a community, somewhere. I don't have a work history, references, job skills, technical skills, any of that.
I'm hoping I can keep disability for now, if its God's will. The last time I worked it was while at Teen Challenge getting rehabilitated (which worked beautifully, btw). I worked in a factory. Everybody was mean to me, and one of the dudes who was also from TC told the co-workers my story, so they'd all call me "Thorazine" and stuff like that.
I'm rambling...please pray.