Riding the Wave ... And the Trough

I am mentally ill, diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder I, OCD, ADHD, PTSD and a vitamin B12 deficiency (a key element in brain development). For over 12 years, I took anywhere from 5-8 psychotropic meds each day, and have been recently giving myself a monthly injection of B12.

In January 2012 I was hospitalized for depression, and management of my currrent med cocktail. Immediately all but two of my meds were discontinued and, after a few weeks of adjustment, and some near hospitalizations, things seem to be going much better.

I have been on permanent disability since January 2010, and am adjusting to life on a very limited income.

My prayer is that in walking with me during the ups and downs of Bipolar Disorder, you might find solace, and benefit through my experiences.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Phony Compassion or Plain Arrogance?

3311 No matter what they say, no matter how they act, the people responsible for making decisions in this country, and in particular, the state of Indiana, don't like the poor, minority, ill, elderly or disabled people. I would love for you to prove me wrong, but you can't. Last year a good friend of mine died of a rather simple illness because she couldn't afford health care. That pisses me off! She was unable to work any more, barely could get around and every time she went to the doctor or hospital, she paid her own way. this last time their money had run out; she didn't want to go through a big bill again, and she was too proud to ask for help, so she laid at home for 5 days, in pain, and died.

If this story makes you sad, stop right now. Sad doesn't fix the problem; you need to get mad. Mad as hell!

A Capitalist society, by pure definition, cannot carry along those who are not productive. Those that can't be reintroduced into the workplace need to be set aside. Do we work all of our lives, only to lose all value once we are seen as used up? Is this who we are? It must be, since so little emphasis is placed on the care of the elderly, homeless, mentally and physically disabled, sick, and our continually-failing primary and secondary educational system.

I had a good friend die earlier this year because she had no health insurance. An area rest stop was closed recently, costing the developmentally-disabled group home home nearly $100,000 each year. Our nursing homes are over-filled and under-staffed. People are forced to leave the hospital before they should.

If you're not a productive member of society, you don't matter. You don't. People will fight you on this, but the fact remains that these people simply don't matter. How can you possibly understand the plight of those less fortunate when you are overly-fortunate?

In balancing a budget, you would only cut the programs with the smallest budgets if you didn't care about them. People who do this, as opposed to taking the money from elsewhere are cruel and heartless. They get in front of the media and, with a sad, yet serious face, pronounce that they are for the people, and that they care deeply. Bull! But believe me when I say that if one of their relatives was in need of special care, this area would all of a sudden become a key issue, with the budget remaining the same or, more likely, increasing.

Remember the movie, with Charleston Heston, "Soylent Green", based on the 1966 book by Harry Harrison, "Make Room! Make Room!"? These show how meaningless we become to society when we are no longer able to be productive. So meaningless, in fact, that the elderly are killed and made into food. We don't do that, that would be cruel. But would it be more cruel than ignoring them, denying their most basic needs. Hardly.

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