I am not inspired to write today but get uncomfortable about not updating my blog, so I will give a brief update on my brother drama. First, I began to feel much, much better two days into my period. My PMS is lasting about 16 days. It starts at ovulation and goes until the second... Continue Reading →
Fox News takes a swipe at antidepressants
I've been alerted to an interesting news clip from Fox News on you tube. It is sloppy journalism with the "experts" saying things that are not known to be facts about the Cho case--much of what they speak of is simply conjecture--for example--we do not know he was on antidepressants. Also the guy who most... Continue Reading →
Troubled youth becomes president?
Below is the text of an email I received. I have not read the sited book so cannot verify the information, but hope that it has veracity since I'm printing it here. If anyone has any additional information please let me know. "Abraham Lincoln is one of the many people who accomplished greatness without medication!!!!!... Continue Reading →
New Psychiatrist
I'm seeing a "holistic, orthomolecular" psychiatrist next week. When I asked her if she was willing to keep up with my disability paperwork if I chose to have her as my primary psychiatrist, her response was: "Well, you won't be needing disability once you've withdrawn." This assuming I follow her advice about how else to... Continue Reading →
The Subject is BPD–That’s Borderline Personality Disorder
While this label has been never been used to describe me I know that if I had been in psych wards today instead of 25 years ago, I would have certainly been labeled with it. It was not as commonly used when I was frequently hospitalized. I did, however at the time, not make doctors happy. I, indeed, as Ruth writes in her post, perpetrate the "bitch pisses off doctor" sin. I pissed off all the staff . I couldn't stand being treated with so little respect when I was hospitalized, so I did not "behave" well. I'm going to write about the label from a slightly different perspective. I've not said much, except in passing, that I was a social worker in mental health. I no longer identify with the role that took front and center stage in my life for so long. I was a social worker dammit, not a psych patient! In any case, in truth, I was a social worker and a psych patient and in practice I really did behave as both, though my employers never knew it. Looking back I now see I may have gotten burnt out for a reason. I identified with my clients. You are always told not to identify with "them".
On Frustration
Oh my. I seem to have caught the bug from Philip at Furious Seasons. He is questioning if he is making any impact at all and considering ditching journalism and his blog. This would be awful as he is one of the only sane voices questioning the mainstream with a strong and credible voice, covering... Continue Reading →
The Roller Coaster that is my Life
Shit. Sometimes I just don't know how I'm going to continue down this road. Sometimes I feel so disheartened. The situation with my brother just keeps deteriorating and it won't stop until he's dead. I don't know if trying to continue my withdrawals during this period makes sense, but it's already going to take a... Continue Reading →
The Food Elimination Diet and My Current Med Tapering
Time to get serious. I'm going to test for food allergies which can be a major factor in mood problems. I've been given a blood test for food allergies, but from what I've been reading lately blood tests are not accurate. When I had mine several years ago I came up clean except for kidney... Continue Reading →
We’re Not a Nation of Mentally Ill
The killing spree that Cho went on has triggered a media frenzy, both in the mainstream and in the blogosphere. The attempt to diagnose Cho has reached ridiculous proportions. Assumptions about the mentally ill and the implications of mental illness on society is running rampant. I have no doubt that the stigma associated with those... Continue Reading →
The Trip Home–some musings
I am now on my flight back east. The trip to California was essentially a success. I managed to pack and move my father and then get him somewhat settled in his new home with only one major blowout. I, in an earlier post, mentioned that my father could be a mild pain in the... Continue Reading →
Patient, Client, Consumer, User, Ex-User, Ex-Patient, Psychiatric Survivor, the Psychiatrized
What do we want to call ourselves? I could currently go by patient, client, consumer, user and the psychiatrized. I am neither an ex-user or a psychiatric-survivor just yet--though I hope to become both of those. Some might argue I'm surviving, but as long as I'm a "consumer" I don't feel I can call myself... Continue Reading →
