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Me, yet again. I Praise God for (re)uniting me with my family, as who I am now in Christ. Its so stupid...I had a very stressful time as a teenager, then I was out at 17 to school. I was immature, etc., messed up, and a lot of that "messing up," I see now, was...facilitated by psychiatrists who could not possiblly care any less, about me, my family, or most of their other "patients." You want good pills? Sure, fine. Compassion? Pshaw! Not even on the menu...
Mama's still rebounding nicely from her surgery, thank you for your prayers. She and my dad are planning a little trip and they say I can go with them, wherever they end up going. God is good! They'll probably put the little dogs at a kennel, I"m guessing.
Speaking of psychiatry...ugh. I"m blessed to be on disability, but the whole thing is about power and control, labels, turning very real problems into "mental illnesses," etc. I suspect (but cannot prove...) that my info from the clinic is not all that confidential. Long story....when I was ugly, burned out, all that, and (perhaps most importantly...) my people were more middle-middle class and looking to get rid of me, I was a "malingering trouble maker."
Well....now, by some miracle, I"m not ugly, not burned out, my people are in the well-to-do range of the scale, they're supporting me, and...I'm labeled "Schizophrenic" in the community. Ugh. Could be a whole lot worse. The actual diagnosis is still Bipolar I, I think, so that means not as much force from the shrinks, more freedom for me, etc., but....yeah. To be "Schizophrenic" from a now "good family" is to be "uppity," or so it seems. Anyway, I see now...in mental health, inc., you're darned if you do, darned if you don't. I"m now smart, healthy, and "uppity" because my parents support me. So, I have a rough go of things with some "professionals," especially at this clinic I go to. Sho nuff better than when I was dull, sickly, and had "learned my lesson..." ugh.
I dunno. Truth be told, there's not much bite to the bark, at least compared to what many other "mental patients" go thru. The neighbors are forever yelling about me having "felonies" (I have 1 conviction, and that's a serious misdemeanor. Not ideal, at all, but...I've still been spared a felony....) and how I'm going to be "put away," etc., and I keep living here, in a nice house with my parents who love me, praising God for His goodness, moving forward as best I can, under the circumstances.
Anyway, I Praise God for His work in my life and my parents' lives (!!!). I have more freedom than it seems most "mental patients" get around here, especially those of us who have/had run ins with the legal system and/or "p!ss the shrinks off," etc. God is kind, that's for certain. My parents, for their part, have a good marriage, they're doing well financially, and they now seem genuinely happy to have me as their son, as who I am now... healthy, increasingly of sound mind ("mentally stable"), appreciative of them, etc.
All the good things come from The Lord.
Mama's still rebounding nicely from her surgery, thank you for your prayers. She and my dad are planning a little trip and they say I can go with them, wherever they end up going. God is good! They'll probably put the little dogs at a kennel, I"m guessing.
Speaking of psychiatry...ugh. I"m blessed to be on disability, but the whole thing is about power and control, labels, turning very real problems into "mental illnesses," etc. I suspect (but cannot prove...) that my info from the clinic is not all that confidential. Long story....when I was ugly, burned out, all that, and (perhaps most importantly...) my people were more middle-middle class and looking to get rid of me, I was a "malingering trouble maker."
Well....now, by some miracle, I"m not ugly, not burned out, my people are in the well-to-do range of the scale, they're supporting me, and...I'm labeled "Schizophrenic" in the community. Ugh. Could be a whole lot worse. The actual diagnosis is still Bipolar I, I think, so that means not as much force from the shrinks, more freedom for me, etc., but....yeah. To be "Schizophrenic" from a now "good family" is to be "uppity," or so it seems. Anyway, I see now...in mental health, inc., you're darned if you do, darned if you don't. I"m now smart, healthy, and "uppity" because my parents support me. So, I have a rough go of things with some "professionals," especially at this clinic I go to. Sho nuff better than when I was dull, sickly, and had "learned my lesson..." ugh.
I dunno. Truth be told, there's not much bite to the bark, at least compared to what many other "mental patients" go thru. The neighbors are forever yelling about me having "felonies" (I have 1 conviction, and that's a serious misdemeanor. Not ideal, at all, but...I've still been spared a felony....) and how I'm going to be "put away," etc., and I keep living here, in a nice house with my parents who love me, praising God for His goodness, moving forward as best I can, under the circumstances.
Anyway, I Praise God for His work in my life and my parents' lives (!!!). I have more freedom than it seems most "mental patients" get around here, especially those of us who have/had run ins with the legal system and/or "p!ss the shrinks off," etc. God is kind, that's for certain. My parents, for their part, have a good marriage, they're doing well financially, and they now seem genuinely happy to have me as their son, as who I am now... healthy, increasingly of sound mind ("mentally stable"), appreciative of them, etc.
All the good things come from The Lord.
