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I get down a lot. My family situation has improved 100x over where it was when I first got saved, 3 years 11 months ago. Its just...
well, I'm 32, and I'm already wondering where my life went. Not that its all everybody else's fault, but...wow. Mess up, society makes it Hell to get back into anything half way resembling a mainstream, productive life. In my case, a big part of the problem was psychiatric "treatment" and the mental health "professionals" themselves who used labels to stigmatize and dehumanize me. They made a bad situation absolutely hellish, on so many levels.
So, now, I'm wondering...what do I --do-- ? I'm blessed to be on disability. My brain was fried from 2 rounds of heavy, involuntary shock when I was put on disability. Now, The Lord has blessed me with things that were taken from me, things that I threw away, things that...well, its a fallen world. Things that I never got to have, like meaning, purpose, good health (physical+mental), normalcy. I even have great skin and thicker hair than I had as a (prematurely aged, sickly) teenager.
But I get sad. I feel trapped. People in this area openly call me "Schizophrenic." Schizophrenia. Is it a diagnosis, or is it just...a label, in my case...a label and a social role assigned to me by a community that could care less...
Yes, mental problems happen and yes, sometimes they meet the criteria for Schizophrenia. My diagnosis is Bipolar I, but...whatevs. Back in the day, people with my problems were called Schizophrenic. No big thing there...
But what do I --do-- ? I enjoy living with my parents. Its interesting...we are close and getting closer. They love me, I love them. We function as a family, despite my obvious mental problems, better now than I think we ever did before.I got older, matured a good bit (Praise God for that!), and Jesus has changed me. They've mellowed and...well, I think that now that they're nearing the end of their careers and they're doing well financially and all, they're less focused on what other people think, less concerned with their status, all that.
I'm labeled. I was labeled "severely Narcissistic" and subjected to punishment from my shrinks for a long time there. They made my life unbearable. Thing is...well, I was ugly, obviously brain damaged, estranged from my family, and sick to the point that it seemed I wasn't going to make it past 23...I was just an easy target. That's how society works. Poor, stigmatized, vulnerable, labeled people get messed over and destroyed. The psychiatrists just put a lot of things into motion and added a whole lotta fuel to the fire.
I --am-- blessed. I don't know what was wrong, physically, but...I was prematurely aged, had skin problems, respiratory problems, dead eyes, and...and...it was bad. At the 2nd mental hospital I was in they mentioned cancer, but...I dunno...couldn't process it then, can't fathom it now. I'm healthy now, and normal.
This is how the sick and the weak, the "least of these" are treated. That's the world. I used to rail against American culture because of all this. Thing is...when I was ripped to shreds, some other countries, even some more progressive parts of the country, might have helped, but...The Lord has made things come together for me. Elsewhere, I'd be in a hospital, I'd be in a group home...here, I live with my "genteel" (apparently) family and have more freedom than most people, especially most "mental patients."
Rambling. I get down. Real, real down. The economy has tanked and the "recovery..." isn't a recovery. The economy here is projected to grow at a slow, slow rate through 2026 (!), assuming no crisis strikes. I was sickly and had other problems from 16-25, so I didn't learn a trade or anything. I tried going to a tech school after hospital 1 (and shock round #1), but the "professionals" ruined that for me. Stigma...these "professionals" use stigma to keep people like me "in line."
Still rambling. I have Jesus now, I have my family now, and I'm healthy and smart enough for...what? Not everybody works, I guess. When I have worked, the stigma, more than anything, ruined any chance I had of moving forward or even keeping a low level job. Now, I'm well past 25, and I'm thinking...--sigh--. Maybe there are worse things than living with my loving people and receiving disability?
On the plus side...I live comfortably and I'm --safe--, which is huge. I was once bashed on the head with a pipe during what I guess was a botched mugging...and then in my old neighborhood, some dude yelled out "somebody's gonna shoot that faggot!," after I'd been bonded out following an arrest.
Stigma. low status. Jesus cares. Genuine Christians care. The world? I would say the world doesn't care, but that's not accurate. The world --does-- care, it seems. The world cares to punish, humiliate, shame, label, control people like me. If anything, I'm something of an exception to the way the world usually works, on a number of levels.
I'm rambling. I have a lot to be thankful for, but life with stigma and everything...plus, I'm regarded as "uppity" because I don't live the way I'm expected to (abject poverty, no friends or family, "know your place in society," etc. etc. etc.). Sometimes, I overhear the people at Dunkin Donuts talking about me and my "Schizophrenia," etc. Stigma. NOT fun.
Thanks for all the prayers. Replies...are always appreciated.
well, I'm 32, and I'm already wondering where my life went. Not that its all everybody else's fault, but...wow. Mess up, society makes it Hell to get back into anything half way resembling a mainstream, productive life. In my case, a big part of the problem was psychiatric "treatment" and the mental health "professionals" themselves who used labels to stigmatize and dehumanize me. They made a bad situation absolutely hellish, on so many levels.
So, now, I'm wondering...what do I --do-- ? I'm blessed to be on disability. My brain was fried from 2 rounds of heavy, involuntary shock when I was put on disability. Now, The Lord has blessed me with things that were taken from me, things that I threw away, things that...well, its a fallen world. Things that I never got to have, like meaning, purpose, good health (physical+mental), normalcy. I even have great skin and thicker hair than I had as a (prematurely aged, sickly) teenager.
But I get sad. I feel trapped. People in this area openly call me "Schizophrenic." Schizophrenia. Is it a diagnosis, or is it just...a label, in my case...a label and a social role assigned to me by a community that could care less...
Yes, mental problems happen and yes, sometimes they meet the criteria for Schizophrenia. My diagnosis is Bipolar I, but...whatevs. Back in the day, people with my problems were called Schizophrenic. No big thing there...
But what do I --do-- ? I enjoy living with my parents. Its interesting...we are close and getting closer. They love me, I love them. We function as a family, despite my obvious mental problems, better now than I think we ever did before.I got older, matured a good bit (Praise God for that!), and Jesus has changed me. They've mellowed and...well, I think that now that they're nearing the end of their careers and they're doing well financially and all, they're less focused on what other people think, less concerned with their status, all that.
I'm labeled. I was labeled "severely Narcissistic" and subjected to punishment from my shrinks for a long time there. They made my life unbearable. Thing is...well, I was ugly, obviously brain damaged, estranged from my family, and sick to the point that it seemed I wasn't going to make it past 23...I was just an easy target. That's how society works. Poor, stigmatized, vulnerable, labeled people get messed over and destroyed. The psychiatrists just put a lot of things into motion and added a whole lotta fuel to the fire.
I --am-- blessed. I don't know what was wrong, physically, but...I was prematurely aged, had skin problems, respiratory problems, dead eyes, and...and...it was bad. At the 2nd mental hospital I was in they mentioned cancer, but...I dunno...couldn't process it then, can't fathom it now. I'm healthy now, and normal.
This is how the sick and the weak, the "least of these" are treated. That's the world. I used to rail against American culture because of all this. Thing is...when I was ripped to shreds, some other countries, even some more progressive parts of the country, might have helped, but...The Lord has made things come together for me. Elsewhere, I'd be in a hospital, I'd be in a group home...here, I live with my "genteel" (apparently) family and have more freedom than most people, especially most "mental patients."
Rambling. I get down. Real, real down. The economy has tanked and the "recovery..." isn't a recovery. The economy here is projected to grow at a slow, slow rate through 2026 (!), assuming no crisis strikes. I was sickly and had other problems from 16-25, so I didn't learn a trade or anything. I tried going to a tech school after hospital 1 (and shock round #1), but the "professionals" ruined that for me. Stigma...these "professionals" use stigma to keep people like me "in line."
Still rambling. I have Jesus now, I have my family now, and I'm healthy and smart enough for...what? Not everybody works, I guess. When I have worked, the stigma, more than anything, ruined any chance I had of moving forward or even keeping a low level job. Now, I'm well past 25, and I'm thinking...--sigh--. Maybe there are worse things than living with my loving people and receiving disability?
On the plus side...I live comfortably and I'm --safe--, which is huge. I was once bashed on the head with a pipe during what I guess was a botched mugging...and then in my old neighborhood, some dude yelled out "somebody's gonna shoot that faggot!," after I'd been bonded out following an arrest.
Stigma. low status. Jesus cares. Genuine Christians care. The world? I would say the world doesn't care, but that's not accurate. The world --does-- care, it seems. The world cares to punish, humiliate, shame, label, control people like me. If anything, I'm something of an exception to the way the world usually works, on a number of levels.
I'm rambling. I have a lot to be thankful for, but life with stigma and everything...plus, I'm regarded as "uppity" because I don't live the way I'm expected to (abject poverty, no friends or family, "know your place in society," etc. etc. etc.). Sometimes, I overhear the people at Dunkin Donuts talking about me and my "Schizophrenia," etc. Stigma. NOT fun.
Thanks for all the prayers. Replies...are always appreciated.