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OK. Its a long story...basically, since my former counselors and shrinks have a problem with me, everybody in this lil town seems to have a problem with me. Because I'm considered a "trouble maker," docs see fit to mess with me, hardcore.
This is why I do take meds (Bipolar I, apparently), but I have "issues" with Mental Health, Inc. They did things to me the 2x I was hospitalized that really, really shouldn't be done. To anyone. By God's grace, I've managed to "recover," in a sense. I say "in a sense" because I'm not the same person now, thanks to Christ. "Recovery," to me, implies that you were sick, now you're back at baseline. I'm not back at baseline. Its not just an intelligence issue, its not just that I now write well, learn new material well, all that stuff, its...well, you must die to be born again. I got saved and who I was--well, what was left of who I was--has gradually given way to a closer approximation of who I really am, in Christ Jesus.
I say all this because...wow. I'm apparently still considered "uppity," and people in the neighborhood are talking about me going to jail. Of course, they also say I have a "public defender" and a "felony," but...yeah. A former shrink filed charges against me after I sent a bunch of emails about my (mis)treatment. I was charged with a felony that was reduced to a misdemeanor because my dad had the time, money, and (praise God!) inclination to get a good attorney. Keep in mind: I didn't commit the felony I was charged with. Doesn't matter. Its America. Unless you or your people can get you an attorney...you're done.
So, I got what down here is considered a "class A misdemeanor." Just below a felony, but still...not a felony, praise God (!!!!!). I'm on probation. I'm 1/2 way thru probation, actually. I hadn't had any problems until some random probation officer I'd never seen in my life banged on the front door and said I hadn't been reporting. I --had-- been reporting, but it turns out...my old PO is no longer working there, so I guess...I dunno. I see my PO this coming week (who my PO is now, I haven't a clue).
The neighbors had been talking about jail for a while (months) before that happened. So, when I went to pay my monthly fees for probation, I had my mother take me....just in case. When I go see the PO this coming week, I'm having my mother take me...just in case.
There is a touch of paranoia to all this. There's also...well, I made powerful people (shrinks!!!) angry, and I'm a low status person ("mental patient") in this community. I'm blessed, because my people "moved up in the world," so now that they're behind me and I live with them....there's more of a buffer there. I should add that my ex-shrinks are extra-mad because a couple years ago they tried to have me committed. Its called a "detention order;" first, you're examined, then you're (probably) hospitalized for 72 hours, then they can get you to sign in or go to court and keep you in the hospital for a longer period of time. Thing is...I kinda talked/charmed my way out of the detention order. They let me go home with a sleeping pill Rx.
So, this is the life of a "trouble maker." To be fair, The Lord has been good to me. My people are kind to me, I get to do online school, I even have people here and a Christian friend in Georgia I can talk to about all this and life in general. I drive a decent car, I get to wear good clothes (I even wear good shoes, lol...its The South, after all). I'm apparently considered "extremely intelligent" by whoever rates smart-ness in the Mental Health, Inc. Good for me...probably not what the ex-shrinks were hoping for. Boo hoo.
Point is...when people talk about "jail" and such...I get nervous. Back in the day, they'd send people like me to state mental hospitals, especially when the person was female. Well...I'm male, and we don't have much of a state mental hospital...so jail, prison, etc. is where a lot of people want me. Clearly, I don't wanna go.
Please pray
.
This is why I do take meds (Bipolar I, apparently), but I have "issues" with Mental Health, Inc. They did things to me the 2x I was hospitalized that really, really shouldn't be done. To anyone. By God's grace, I've managed to "recover," in a sense. I say "in a sense" because I'm not the same person now, thanks to Christ. "Recovery," to me, implies that you were sick, now you're back at baseline. I'm not back at baseline. Its not just an intelligence issue, its not just that I now write well, learn new material well, all that stuff, its...well, you must die to be born again. I got saved and who I was--well, what was left of who I was--has gradually given way to a closer approximation of who I really am, in Christ Jesus.
I say all this because...wow. I'm apparently still considered "uppity," and people in the neighborhood are talking about me going to jail. Of course, they also say I have a "public defender" and a "felony," but...yeah. A former shrink filed charges against me after I sent a bunch of emails about my (mis)treatment. I was charged with a felony that was reduced to a misdemeanor because my dad had the time, money, and (praise God!) inclination to get a good attorney. Keep in mind: I didn't commit the felony I was charged with. Doesn't matter. Its America. Unless you or your people can get you an attorney...you're done.
So, I got what down here is considered a "class A misdemeanor." Just below a felony, but still...not a felony, praise God (!!!!!). I'm on probation. I'm 1/2 way thru probation, actually. I hadn't had any problems until some random probation officer I'd never seen in my life banged on the front door and said I hadn't been reporting. I --had-- been reporting, but it turns out...my old PO is no longer working there, so I guess...I dunno. I see my PO this coming week (who my PO is now, I haven't a clue).
The neighbors had been talking about jail for a while (months) before that happened. So, when I went to pay my monthly fees for probation, I had my mother take me....just in case. When I go see the PO this coming week, I'm having my mother take me...just in case.
There is a touch of paranoia to all this. There's also...well, I made powerful people (shrinks!!!) angry, and I'm a low status person ("mental patient") in this community. I'm blessed, because my people "moved up in the world," so now that they're behind me and I live with them....there's more of a buffer there. I should add that my ex-shrinks are extra-mad because a couple years ago they tried to have me committed. Its called a "detention order;" first, you're examined, then you're (probably) hospitalized for 72 hours, then they can get you to sign in or go to court and keep you in the hospital for a longer period of time. Thing is...I kinda talked/charmed my way out of the detention order. They let me go home with a sleeping pill Rx.
So, this is the life of a "trouble maker." To be fair, The Lord has been good to me. My people are kind to me, I get to do online school, I even have people here and a Christian friend in Georgia I can talk to about all this and life in general. I drive a decent car, I get to wear good clothes (I even wear good shoes, lol...its The South, after all). I'm apparently considered "extremely intelligent" by whoever rates smart-ness in the Mental Health, Inc. Good for me...probably not what the ex-shrinks were hoping for. Boo hoo.
Point is...when people talk about "jail" and such...I get nervous. Back in the day, they'd send people like me to state mental hospitals, especially when the person was female. Well...I'm male, and we don't have much of a state mental hospital...so jail, prison, etc. is where a lot of people want me. Clearly, I don't wanna go.
Please pray
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