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  1. Today, I was on the phone with my family doctors office. I had been having trouble with sleeping, feeling tired, and having trouble concentrating. Before I talk to my doctor I'm telling the nurse my symptoms on the phone, and I tell her I have a chronic illness that is acting up. She asks me what illness. I tell her Bipolar II. Then she has the nerve to ask me in so many words, if I'm going to **** anyone. I told her I found that offensive. She told me it was a health and safety question. I said I resented that question. So she just told me she would have my doctor call me back. I was not in emotional distress, I told her specifically what my symptoms were. That question was completely inappropriate. It is a stigmatization that the majority of people with mental illnesses are violent. I've had this happen to me before last summer. I went into the ER because I was feeling dizzy. The nurse there asks me again if I have any medical conditions, when I tell her she again asks me in so many words if I am going to **** anybody. What is with the system that they allow that kind of stigmatization. I'm not putting up with it. It is offensive to ask someone just because they have a mental illness if they are going to **** people.
  2. One of the things I hate about having Bipolar II is the side effects of weight gain from my medications. What’s worse is how people in the mental health professional, medical profession, bariatric and dietary profession, and ignorant people react to it. The bottom line is we don’t deserve that. If someone had cancer and they lost their hair to chemo, we don’t blame them for that, so we shouldn’t blame people with mental illnesses, for gaining weight from their meds. The problem is in this country everybody is so quick to believe that if a person is overweight or obese, it’s their fault. They assume they didn’t know how to eat properly. However, there are tons of diseases, medical conditions, and medications that cause weight gain. I think instead of doctors, (people in the weight loss community, etc.) assuming that someone who is obese is simply is over eating, they should ask that person do you have any medical conditions and/or are you taking medications. It’s a pretty simple question. Also before telling an obese patient to diet and exercise they should run tests to see if a person has a medical condition that causes obesity. That would help get to the root of the problem. When I first was diagnosed, I was put on Depakote. That is a major weight gain drug. I was hungry all the time. However, my Dad (who’s a narcissist, a jack ass, and who accused me for three years of using my illness as an excuse) yells at me about it like I’m self-destructing on purpose. Then when I go to a bariatric doctor to deal with my weight problem and they tell me that in order to get back to a normal weight, I have to have gastric bypass surgery and I agree to it, the dietician that I see has no clue about how these medications cause weight gain. When I was on Seroquel and it stopped working for me after eight years (and on that med I was able to lose weight), I was put on Risperdal which made my weight problem way worse. The dietician blames me, even though I told her my psychiatrist had switch my meds months ago. When I was admitted to the ER for suicidal thoughts, the ***** ER doctor, thinks I had gained weight because I didn’t know how to eat properly because I have a mental illness. She knew I had a mental illness and its common knowledge that mental health drugs cause weight gain. Even if it was outside of her specialty, she should have considered that fact that I was on medications and that that could do it. When I went to an eating disorder place to see if that could help, they were ignorant too. When I was doing the psych evaluation for the gastric bypass, the woman there says that if I had come in when I was on Depakote she would have diagnosed with binge eating disorder. If she had done that it would have been the wrong diagnosis and what she should have asked me was did I have any medical condition and/or take medications. Also when I tried to get help with weight loss from that eating disorders program, again they were clueless on how these medications cause weight gain and were no help at all. When I was in treatment, the staff gave me a hard time about my diet, and these are supposed to be mental health professionals and should know that medications cause weight gain, but they didn’t give a crap. When I was living in transitional housing, in this joke of a program called Group Residential Housing (GRH) where they take all of your money and only give you $95 a month to live on and don’t let you work. Well at that time I had $95 a month to live on and $14 in food stamps. I literally did not have money for food. My parents couldn’t help me out because they were going through their own financial crisis, and the only access to food I had was the free bread that they gave twice a week. Plus my new medications require that I take them with 350 calories a night, or I would get super nauseous. So I had two choices. Starve to death and get nauseous, or take the free bread. So I took the bread. Then the woman who works at the desk of the floor that I live on comes up to me and asks me if I am allowed to take all that bread. I say yes. Then she says, “I just wonder what’s going into your diet. You should be eating more fruits and vegetables.” I told her that I didn’t have money for food. The bread was the only access I had for food. She just assumes because I have a mental illness and have a weight problem, I don’t know how to eat properly. Then months later, someone else who works on the same floor makes the same assumption telling me that he doesn’t think that I am taking good care of my diet and brings up me taking the bread during that time. I told him, the same thing I told that other woman who works at the desk. He tells me to go over to the homeless shelter where they feed residents. It’s not safe there and I didn’t feel comfortable going there after some strange guy invaded my physical boundaries once. I tell the guy at the desk that and he says that place is safe. Then he brings up the fact that I take macaroni and cheese from the food shelve and says that’s not taking good care of my diet. The only reason why I took that macaroni and cheese was so I could take my medications. Remember when I said that I need to take them with 350 calories? Well that had 350 calories in it. I told the guy at the desk that, and he just say okay, like whatever. I told him that my medications cause me to gain weight and then he says when that happens I need to go to the doctor and ask them to put me on a new med. I did that already and I told him. Also I could not have been blamed for not having money for food. That is blaming the victim. GRH was stealing my money, making it impossible for me to buy healthy foods. I have a medical condition and I have to take medications with unpleasant side effects and one of them is weight gain. I have talked to both of my doctors about it, and all of them say the same thing that it is impossible in this family of drugs to find one that doesn’t cause weight gain. I’m doing the best I can. I can’t stop taking my medications, or I won’t be able to function. Gaining weight, has given me a new perspective on the whole obesity epidemic. Yes, there are bad unhealthy foods out there, but people seem to assume it’s because of something the obese person does. That’s not always the case. The weight loss and the medical community need to figure out if that person has a disease if they take medications before they do anything else. Also people in the mental health profession need to be more understanding about this issue.
  3. People in the mental health profession and psychiatry are bad too. When I was admitted to the hospital for suicidal thoughts it was a nightmare. The nurse brings me into a room, in the ER, with a window in it, made me put on these ugly looking brown scrubs, took my cell phone, and my clothing. I was and am majorly put off and angry that they did that. I didn’t want to put on the scrubs, but the nurse said the doctor wouldn’t come in unless I had them on. It felt like going to jail. Then they left me in that room for hours by myself, while they talked to my parents in the waiting room, while I sat there by myself feeling scared. They didn’t even talk to me. I have also since learned that’s another procedure in Minnesota. When a person goes to the ER for mental health problems, in Minnesota, the doctors and nurses don’t talk to the patient at all. They talk to the caregivers. I have heard this is because they think that the patient with a mental illness is not in a good frame of mine and the caregivers can provide the doctor with better information about the patient. I think that’s wrong. It’s treating people with mental illnesses like children. In just so happened that I was lucid and coherent and I wasn’t four years old. They could have and should have talked to me too, along with my parents. Finally, I found out hours later that they were going to be admitting me. I was scared. Plus there was a woman, who was a drug addict, screaming a few doors down. I asked to see my doctor. I remember the doctor told me about the psych ward, and that the woman who was screaming was not going to be there nor were like people like that in the psych ward. Then she talked about what she had talked about with my parents that I had gained all of this weight. She acted like it was my fault and that it was because of my mental illness that I didn’t know how to control my diet. She’s a doctor for crying out load. She knew I had a mental illness and that I was talking medications. It’s pretty simple, mental illness plus medications equals weight gain. After four days there, I was feeling better. As a result of that, my psychiatrist, in the hospital wanted to discharge me into a homeless situation. (The day that I was checked into the psych ward, my landlord decided to tell me he was not going to renew my lease. The reason why was because I was having trouble with my mental in regards to sleeping and eating, which was because of the meds I was on, but that’s for another blog.) My psychiatrist told me I had just a couple of days to find a place and if I couldn’t I would be discharged to a shelter. The psychiatrist in the hospital kept saying that they couldn’t help me find a place, that they weren’t a shelter. I called everyone I knew but no one could take me and I couldn’t go on craigslist and look for a new roommate because they wouldn’t let me use the internet, and I couldn’t get into a transitional housing place for weeks. I got so scared that I was going to be homeless that I started feeling suicidal again. It set back my recovery. Luckily, my parents and my family doctor were able to advocate for me to stay in the hospital for a couple of weeks until I could get into a treatment center. I think that psychiatrist did was reprehensible. The second psychiatrist I saw in the hospital was worse. He had the most horrible bedside manner. They were going to do some psychological testing on me and I was scared. At one point the second psychiatrist was talking at me about the possibility of me having all of these horrible diagnoses (I was later tested and they were negative). I was scared when he was talking about it to me so abruptly. At that point he asked me if I was every tested for Asperger’s syndrome. I was scared and completely taken aback. I asked him why he was asking me that. He said it was because I had an intense stare. I was looking right at him, plus he was talking at me about the possibility of my having these deliberating disorders. Also, people who have Asperger’s syndrome don’t have good eye contact with people, whereas I was looking right at him. He was cold and inappropriate by asking me that. (I tested negative for Asperger’s) Later on when he was talking about the testing and the diagnoses, and he said I wasn’t like most people my age given the fact that I didn’t have a career or a job, was still in school, didn’t have a romantic relationship and that my parents were really involved in my life. He said that he noticed that from my chart that he was just a few years older than I was and he only talked to his mother every other two weeks. I was incredibly offended and hurt by that. At one point in that conversation he made me cry and he just left the room. After dealing with that second doctor I felt very insecure about myself, especially what he said about me about not being like most people my age. I had trouble trusting people in the medical and helping professions, after I left the hospital, wondering what they were thinking about me. The second psychiatrist also set back my recovery. Another thing that the psychiatrists and the neuropsychiatrist who tested me kept asking me was ‘has making friends always been a struggle for you?’ It was like they assumed just because I have a mental illness that I couldn’t make friends. It just so happened that I have friends and I did at that time, who were there for me during that ordeal. I was the kid in class who was bullied when I was younger, but that had changed when I became an adult. That’s another sad fact about the mental health professionals, they assume things based on stereotypes of people with mental illnesses. Another thing about being suicidal and in the hospital is that no one really talked to me about what I was feeling. If I told them that I was feeling suicidal it was all about getting me to a safe place, not able listening to how I felt. Also what didn’t like about the hospital is that they act like suicidal patients are crazy, having a distorted view of reality and don’t know how to cope. That is so not true. When people are suicidal it’s not that they don’t know how to cope, but rather they have reached their limit. It’s wrong to treat people with mental illness like that. I even asked my current psychiatrist about what she thought about the way I was treated by the second doctor and she thought what he did was fine, telling me I wasn't like most people my age and that he was better than me.
  4. About a week ago, I was feeling really dizzy from my medicine so I went to the ER. When the nurse sees me, she asks if I have any medical conditions. When I say I have Bipolar II, she asks me, "do you think you are going to hurt or harm yourself or somebody else?" Feeling put off, I asked her "Why would you ask me that?" She replies, "It's part of the whole psych thing." Then when the doctor asks me about my medical conditions, and I tell him I have Bipolar II, he asks me if I have schizophrenia. Again I am put off (btw I don't have schizophrenia) and I ask him why did he ask me that, and he tells me he asks everybody that. Like I said I am put off by what that nurse and that doctor said to me. I go that doctor and the ER to get help for medical conditions. I don't go there to be stigmatized. As far as the nurse was concerned, I am not a violent person and never have been. It is only a very small percentage of people with mental illnesses that are violent. What she did was like asking an HIV/AIDS patient "did you get the virus from sleeping around with a lot of different people?" What she did completely was giving into the stigma, so was the doctor. I would understand if I was in severe distress or I was suicidal, but I wasn't. I was there for dizziness. It was completely inappropriate. I shouldn't have to take this from the medical establishment. You would think off all people they would understand about mental illness. Believe me this has not been the first time I have had to put up with this kind of crap from medical and mental health professionals and workers. And I've dealt with much worse. Whenever, I go to a doctor for anything, and they ask what medical conditions I have, the nurses and the doctors always look uncomfortable whenever, I tell them I have Bipolar II. However, they wouldn't look at me like that if I told them I have asthma.
  5. Hospitals are supposed to be places of compassion, kindness, and care. In all wards that deal with physical illnesses patients will receive that kind of care, except in the psych ward. The whole experience being checked into the psych ward to being admitted and staying in the psych ward can feel like going to jail. Going to the psych ward was probably the most degrading and dehumanizing experience of my life. I had since learned that psych wards in Minnesota and in most states are similar to the experience I faced. The Supreme Court should get wind of the situation with psych wards in Minnesota, because I find it unconstitutional and discrimination. Back in 2013, I was feeling suicidal from being wrongfully evicted, having to leave the school I loved, and gaining weight from the medications I was on (I have bipolar ii), and from other medication problems. My mom got worried and brought me into the psych ward. I felt so embarrassed and scared being checked in. Then the nurse took me back into a room with a window in it, made me put on these ugly looking brown scrubs, took my cell phone, and my clothing. I was and am majorly put off and angry that they did that. I didn’t want to put on the scrubs, but the nurse said the doctor wouldn’t come in unless I had them on. It felt like going to jail. I have since learned that they do that because they don’t want people to hurt themselves with their clothing, but as fair as I’m concerned it’s no excuse and its discrimination. They can let people have on their own clothes on. Also about the cell phone and laptops I think that’s discrimination as well. If people are allowed in other wards to keep their cell phones and laptops, than people in psych wards should enjoy those same rights. They say it’s because of privacy with cell phones having cameras on them, but people in other wards can still take pictures of people and they don’t take their cell phone away. What really upset me and still does is that they wanted to take my weight. I felt so invaded. I wish I had just refused. Then they left me in that room for hours by myself, while they talked to my parents in the waiting room, while I sat there by myself feeling scared. They didn’t even talk to me. I have also since learned that’s another procedure in Minnesota. When a person goes to the ER for mental health problems, in Minnesota, the doctors and nurses don’t talk to the patient at all. They talk to the caregivers. I have heard this is because they think that the patient with a mental illness is not in a good frame of mine and the caregivers can provide the doctor with better information about the patient. I think that’s wrong. It’s treating people with mental illnesses like children. In just so happened that I was lucid and coherent and I wasn’t four years old. They could have and should have talked to me too, along with my parents. Finally, I found out hours later that they were going to be admitting me. I was scared. Plus there was a woman, who was a drug addict, screaming a few doors down. I asked to see my doctor. I remember the doctor told me about the psych ward, and that the woman who was screaming was not going to be there nor were like people like that in the psych ward. Then she talked about what she had talked about with my parents that I had gained all of this weight. She acted like it was my fault and that it was because of my mental illness that I didn’t know how to control my diet. She’s a doctor for crying out load. She knew I had a mental illness and that I was talking medications. It’s pretty simple, mental illness plus medications equals weight gain. So I voluntarily checked myself into the psych ward. We were locked in ward and not allowed outside or out of the ward. I think that’s wrong too and it’s also treating psychiatric patients like they are going to jail. They should allow people to roam around like other patients in other wards, providing the patient is in decent enough shape. By having them locked in it feels like going to jail and isolating. After four days there, I was feeling better. As a result of that, my psychiatrist, in the hospital wanted to discharge me into a homeless situation. (The day that I was checked into the psych ward, my landlord decided to tell me he was not going to renew my lease. The reason why was because I was having trouble with my mental in regards to sleeping and eating, which was because of the meds I was on, but that’s for another blog.) My psychiatrist told me I had just a couple of days to find a place and if I couldn’t I would be discharged to a shelter. The psychiatrist in the hospital kept saying that they couldn’t help me find a place, that they weren’t a shelter. I called everyone I knew but no one could take me and I couldn’t go on craigslist and look for a new roommate because they wouldn’t let me use the internet, and I couldn’t get into a transitional housing place for weeks. I got so scared that I was going to be homeless that I started feeling suicidal again. It set back my recovery. Luckily, my parents and my family doctor were able to advocate for me to stay in the hospital for a couple of weeks until I could get into a treatment center. I think that psychiatrist did was reprehensible. To discharge a vulnerable suicidal patient, who has been through hell, into a homeless situation is dangerous. It’s like giving a suicidal patient a gun so they can shot themselves. Not to mention it’s just wrong. Unfortunately I’ve heard this has happened a lot to people, and I feel bad for patients who don’t have parents and family doctors to advocate for them. The second psychiatrist I saw in the hospital was worse. He had the most horrible bedside manner. They were going to do some psychological testing on me and I was scared. At one point the second psychiatrist was talking at me about the possibility of me having all of these horrible diagnoses (I was later tested and they were negative). I was scared when he was talking about it to me so abruptly. At that point he asked me if I was every tested for Asperger’s syndrome. I was scared and completely taken aback. I asked him why he was asking me that. He said it was because I had an intense stare. I was looking right at him, plus he was talking at me about the possibility of my having these deliberating disorders. Also, people who have Asperger’s syndrome don’t have good eye contact with people, whereas I was looking right at him. He was cold and inappropriate by asking me that. (I tested negative for Asperger’s) Later on when he was talking about the testing and the diagnoses, and he said I wasn’t like most people my age given the fact that I didn’t have a career or a job, was still in school, didn’t have a romantic relationship and that my parents were really involved in my life. He said that he noticed that from my chart that he was just a few years older than I was and he only talked to his mother every other two weeks. I was incredibly offended and hurt by that. At one point in that conversation he made me cry and he just left the room. After dealing with that second doctor I felt very insecure about myself, especially what he said about me about not being like most people my age. I had trouble trusting people in the medical and helping professions, after I left the hospital, wondering what they were thinking about me. The second psychiatrist also set back my recovery. Another thing that the psychiatrists and the neuropsychiatrist who tested me kept asking me was ‘has making friends always been a struggle for you?’ It was like they assumed just because I have a mental illness that I couldn’t make friends. It just so happened that I have friends and I did at that time, who were there for me during that ordeal. I was the kid in class who was bullied when I was younger, but that had changed when I became an adult. That’s another sad fact about the mental health professionals, they assume things based on stereotypes of people with mental illnesses. Another thing about being suicidal and in the hospital is that no one really talked to me about what I was feeling. If I told them that I was feeling suicidal it was all about getting me to a safe place, not able listening to how I felt. Also what didn’t like about the hospital is that they act like suicidal patients are crazy, having a distorted view of reality and don’t know how to cope. That is so not true. When people are suicidal it’s not that they don’t know how to cope, but rather they have reached their limit. It’s wrong to treat people with mental illness like that. Hospitals need to be about care and compassion and doctors need to realize that every patient is a human being who is sick and scared. My doctors in the hospital didn’t make me better, they made me worse by their coldness, and their stigmatization of me. That is unacceptable. No one should be subjected to what I went through in the hospital. I deserved to be treated like a human being. However, I know if I had been hospitalized for kidney treatments I would have been treated better. It’s not right to treat people with mental illnesses like this in hospitals. We deserve the same dignity and respect that people in other wards do. To have psych wards set up the way they do in Minnesota is discriminatory, dehumanizing, unequal, and unconstitutional. I am going to work on a bill in Minnesota that will reform psych wards. Basically, the bill would; -would not require people to wear those ugly scrubs, but would instead put patients in a room with a window so they could see them. -require that during ER admittance that the nurses and the doctors talk to the caregivers and the patient. -allow cell phones and laptops. -would require that the government give more money for beds in psych wards. -require that doctors have better bedside manner. -require that patients not be discharged into homeless situations and provide safe places to be discharged -provide equality in atmosphere between psych wards and other wards -no one be lock in unless it’s absolutely necessary What were your experience like in the psych ward? What are your thoughts on this?
  6. There is this ridiculous type of housing in Minnesota for people with disabilities and the poor called Group Residential Housing (GRH). I swear this program is a joke and an insult to poor people. Basically, in this program is that they take all of the resident’s money and only give them $96 a month to live on. In GRH, you are not allowed to work, and you basically live in poverty and rot your life away. I know, because I lived in GRH for about a year, and it was a nightmare. I had no money to live on because the program took all of my money. I couldn’t pay my student loans so I could go back to school, I couldn’t work. I didn’t have enough money for food. There was no future for me as long as I was in that program. What did I need money for? New shoes, when the only pair of shoes I had were stolen from me while I was taking a shower; To pay my student loans so I could go back to school so I could make something of myself; The $30 pay for cough medicine when I had a bad cold; Food so I could get good nutrition; everyday things. I would go through bouts of despair while I was living there, because I had nowhere else to go and I knew if I stayed in that program it would be the end of my life as I knew it. The despair was so bad at times that I had to take tranquillizers. I had no dignity. (People say no one can give you dignity, but no one can take it away from you. That’s a lie.) I was what society considered to be a loser and a bum. I just wanted to live my life, but I couldn’t. It was so painfully for me, that I still have some PTSD from it. A year later, a miracle happened to me and I was approved for subsidized housing. I cannot tell you how wonderful it is to have money to live on and to have my dignity back. I can now apply to go back to school and get a job. However, I wanted to make sure that what happened to me with GRH never happened again to another person, so I had the idea of changing the law to say that people in GRH only have to pay 1/3 of their income. I talked to a MN State Senator who agreed with me about GRH, but he said the reason why it is funded where they take all of the resident’s money is because that’s how GRH it’s their funding for the program, instead of the government paying for it. To me that’s just wrong. GRH is not a ticket out of poverty, it’s a ticket into poverty, and it will keep people in poverty as long as the program continues the way it does. Also, it’s not fair to expect anyone to live on $96 a month. No one can live on that. How people can think that GRH is a good program is beyond me. It needs to be changed. Call your legislator and tell them to reform GRH.
  7. The Bible is a bunch of crap. I didn't deserve or need the suffering I experienced and if God cared about me he wouldn't have allowed it.
  8. I know the answer. God is evil and he hates him.
  9. There is an old saying. 'Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me.' Well that has been my experience with God. People say God loves everyone. Well he doesn’t love me. He has hurt me since the day I was born. I tried to reach out to feel his love, but I never felt it. I asked him to keep me from being bullied in school, and to stop the disability discrimination I was facing, but he never did. I asked for help. He never gave it to me. I asked him to let me be happy and successful and to let me live the life I want to in peace, but he refuses to let me be happy. It’s taken me years to realize that God doesn’t care about me, and wants me to be disabled and miserable, and I hate him for that. I realize now he wants me to be a loser, and this disabled freak. In reality he creates disabled people and lets them suffer and abandons them. For God to be good, he wouldn't have turned his back on me or hurt me the way he did. I need to be healthy, I need to be happy, I need to be successful, and it's what I deserve. He is the one who made me disabled and gave me bipolar II and he could fix me but he won't. All he has ever done was abuse me. I'll never understand what I did to God to make him hate me so much. People say everything happens for a reason, it's all part of God's plan, He never gives you anything more than you can handle and you can't question him. That is a load of crap. I do question God, and I think that's what makes God a tormentor. God has given me way more than I can handle and has done nothing but hurt me. The only way I know how to survive is reject God and his lousy plan of suffering for me.
  10. One of the things I want to end is psychiatric disability profiling, where; -people and/or the system makes assumptions about people who have mental illnesses based on stereotypes. -the system is set up in a degrading way to people with mental illnesses, however they treat people with physical ailments just fine. -the system treats people with mental illnesses like children. -people and/or the system find justifications to discrimination and treat people with mental illnesses differently from the rest of society and people with physical illnesses. To me this is just as bad as racial profiling. However, today the mental health system in America and the people who work in it, who are supposed to be showing compassion towards people with mental illnesses are demeaning, degrading, and stigmatizing people with mental illnesses and poor people. I have dealt with this since my diagnosis of mental illness at 19, but I would like to share a story of an example of psychiatric disability profiling that happened to me four years ago. I was living in a transitional housing facility in Minneapolis, and I had an infection that was causing an odor from my body. I shower every day and I take care of my hygiene every day and was doing that then. When the infection first started, I didn’t notice it because my sense of smell isn’t that strong, but people were talking about me behind my back and one of my friends there said it to my face. It made no sense. I showered every day and I was neat and clean. However, when it was brought to the attention of my case manager who worked there and she said to me in a condensing tone, “As a woman, it’s really important that we shower.” I was like “I know that. I have been showering by myself since I was ten.” Later I went to the doctor and she told me I had a bacterial infection that had nothing to do with personal hygiene or anything I did. She gave me some anti-biotic and I took them as prescribed. However, the doctor didn’t give me enough and didn’t give me any refills, so the infection came back. Everyone was gossiping about me where I lived and the staff gave me a hard time about it too. So I went to the doctor again and indeed the infection was still there. I was doing everything humanly possible to take care of it, but it was having a hard time going away. The doctor gave me more anti-biotic this time. Then a few days later, I’m called into see my case manager again about my hygiene. I told her I went to the doctor and they put me on more anti-biotic. Then she says that she wants the staff to give me my medications because she thought that I wasn’t taking them to begin with. That was so not true. She just assumed that I wasn’t taking it. Then I showed her my medical papers. Then a few more days later she said to me “If you don’t know how to shower we can show you.” I was really offended and I still am because of her ignorance. The reason she treated me like that was because I had a mental illness and because of my social economic status. She just assumed I didn’t take my medications and didn’t know how to shower and take care of my hygiene, because I have a mental illness and I am poor, when in reality I had an infection I couldn’t get rid of. The sad thing was thing woman was African-American, and all I could think about was ‘how would she like it if someone made assumptions about her because of the color of her skin or followed her around in a store because she was black. To me there is no difference to that from the way I was treated by her. All I wanted was the same courtesy. In the end, my infection went away. I always remembered how I was treated by my case manager during that time, and it makes me angry that people, especially in that profession, can be so ignorant. Sadly that happens a lot to people who are poor and who have mental illnesses, where they are treated like that by people who work in the mental health profession and by society. To me it’s no different than racially profiling and it needs to be stopped.
  11. My Dad's a Douche Bag. He carries himself like he's god's gift to creation, criticizes everything I do (nothing I do is good enough for him. Never tells me he's proud of me even when I do something good like get a bill passed or do well in school), expects me to take all the responsibility for the relationship because he's too immature to accept any, always telling me how he hates my career choice, and his idea of a loving relationship is where he gets to criticize me 24/7. All of this has driven me away from him. So now he twists things around so that he's the victim saying that instead I pushed him away. He is such an ***. He is the most pretentious, arrogent, exasperating, self-righteous person I know.
  12. I just started taking risperdal less than a week ago. It works great for my mood, and I'm not tired like I was in the morning when I was on seroquel. However the risperdal is making me itch and sneeze. I just looked on the internet and they said these are possible side effects. Has anyone hear experience this?
  13. I'm really p***** off about some problems in my medical records. I have ADD and Bipolar II. However, according to my medical records my psychiatrist put down that I have schizoacctive disorder, and persevasive developmental disorder too, which isn't true. Not to mention if I did, don't you think he would have told me? I am smart, capable and together. I go to school, I work. Also I have never had any symptoms of schizophernia, no dilussions,hallucations, hearing voices, nothing. As far as having persevasive developmental disorder, I had otitis media when I was younger but that was it, and I'm not developmentally delayed. I want to get to the bottom of this. This just really pi**es me off.
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