I'm very thankful that I ended up in Massachusetts. If I had instead ended up in an AOT state, I'm sure that I would have been forced to keep taking psychiatric medication. I don't think I would have ever gotten to state I am at now if I were on Geodon or Thorazine or whatever other zombiefying medication they'd want to stuff down my throat. My mind needed to be opened, not closed. Even anti-depressants would have hindered the process I've gone through, as their effect is that of a dissociation from sadness. I needed to address the sadnesses, and not feeling them would have prevented me from doing that.
This process is not over. It will never be over. Every day is still challenging. Every day is still hard. But, the hope I have found shines through the difficulty. The brightness has always been there, I simply couldn't or wouldn't let it in. My shell has been cracked, and through those cracks the light now seeps through.
I'm still not ready to hold down a job. I still have to take things in my day to day life slowly. I need to make sure I do my meditational prayers in order to keep myself mindful throughout each day. I didn't keep mindful Saturday, and had a very bad time towards the evening until I went to sleep. I felt a bit Flowers for Algernon that night, but when I woke up Sunday morning I drank coffee and did my meditations. I was able to move back into the place. It is important that I do not lose the path again. The path I am to walk is path I must take, if for no other reason than there currently is no other path that I can take.
I may not ever be able to hold down a "real job" again; but if that is the way it is to be, it is the way is to be. I trust the winds. I am the way I need to be for me to do and see the things I need to do and see. Just as a whale is not able to see the expanse of the ocean from the sky, a gull is not able to see the depths of the whale's realm. Both experiences are gifts and neither the whale nor the gull is the less for what the other can see.
There is a 50/50 chance that my therapist will suggest that I check myself in to the hospital today. What still a possibility, the chance that she'll actually force me to go into the hospital is much less than that. She has shown herself to be very reluctant to commit forced psychiatry, and I really like that. I don't know what I feel about a hospital visit. Many of those around me think I need one, but I don't trust that it'll make me feel better. I think they'll try to give me thorazine and I won't feel better, I'll just feel immobile. And more immobile is definitely not what I need to feel right now.
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If I don't end up in the asylum today, I'm going to go to work making the branch I found under the trees along the shore of spy pond into my new cane. I need to finish it before my current cane gives out. I hate that I destroyed what purpleglitter so thoughtfully gave me. I feel very very awful about it, I loved that cane - it has even whiskey flask and a now-dead compass! It was stylish and went with my wardrobe perfectly. I can't believe I destroyed it. But, in the words of Plautus, "factum est illud, fieri infectum non potest" – done is done, it cannot be made undone. My new cane will be more sturdy and crafted by myself out of a gift from the winterclad tree færies.
One method of being perpetually unsober available to me is going back on psych meds. Hell, they wanted to put me on thorazine, and that's about as unsober as you can get. the problem i have with that sort of unsober is that it is boring and unpleasant. If it were either interesting or pleasant I may consider it, but I do need at least one or taking the drug leaves me no better off than I am already.
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I actually attempted to post something along these lines at the end of this post, but LiveJournal's wonkiness seems to have cut that part off. It's has also ate some tags I was trying to post recently, but only some of them. All these problems are only temporary they say.
i see my endocrinologist yesterday. since she is in the same hospital system, she looked up my eeg results for me. they came back normal. i'm not very hopeful about my upcoming neurology appointment tomorrow. even though it often takes a series of eegs to find seizure activity, with the problems i already have had with people dismissing me because of my psych record i'm almost convinced that it will inevitably happen again tomorrow. i don't even feel like going at this point. i'm processing so many things right now to deal with another asshole in the medical system. however, if i don't go i might not have another shot for a long time.
my endocrinologist stated that she was hesitant to give me my scripts if i wasn't seeing a therapist and told me she was concerned that i didn't want to take the psych meds the doctors on the psych ward wanted to give me. i reminded her that she had given me scripts before when i was without therapy and she did end up writing them.
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i had canceled my thanksgiving trip to missouri as i did not think with my current problems that i should be flying. not because i think the traveling itself would be unsafe; but because with me twitching, falling to the ground, and becoming unresponsive i might attract a large degree of unwanted attention from airport security. couple that with being a left-wing radical tranny and i'd in for a bad time.
i am not going to attempt to go to my grandmother's funeral in chicago. even if i wasn't concerned about security, i neither have the means or a stable enough mental state to make the trip.
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my therapist called this morning asking if my decision to quit therapy was firm. i wasn't feeling particularly together when she called and couldn't really give a definitive answer to her. she is going to call me monday to check in on me and find out if i've changed my mind. i'm torn, because while therapy might be a good thing right now, being involved with the psych system is negatively impacting my medical care. i'm not quite sure what path to take on anything right now. everything seems to be stirred up, inside and out. i need to get away from everything.
“Good morning livejournal! This is neitherday, live from the madhouse. Apparently our protest worked. My friend in the wheelchair was transferred to another unit and is being treated very nice now. And is actually feeling like a human, and getting the care she needs. And on this unit, it looks like I'm getting the neurological work-up I need. I had a CAT scan today already. I will be getting an EEG, a sleep-deprived EEG, either tomorrow or Wednesday...I mean tomorrow or the next day, I think tomorrow is Wednesday, actually, so...Wednesday or Thursday I'll be getting a sleep-deprived EEG. I'm also meeting with a neurologist at some point today and then I will meet with neurologist again after the EEG. So things are actually getting done. On the medication front, I had to agree to take some medication, so...today, right now I'm on Klonopin. They tried to put me on Thorazaine, and I'm *not* going on Thorazine. No way. Thorazaine is the nastiest, the worst, the first, nastiest, and worst, and I'm not going on it. In fact, I'm not going on any antipsychotics. We're going to discuss what further meds. I told them I would consider an antidepressant, and they're suggesting I go on a mood stabilizer like Depakote or Lithium. I'm definitely not going on Depakote, but I told them I would discuss the option of Lithium, although somehow I think I'm not going to go ahead with it. And I don't like the idea, so they're going to have to put together a *really* good argument about why I should take Lithium. We'll see how that goes. I probably won't be making another post today, and I may not be making another post tomorrow, though I may if there's something important to say. Because I don't know how long I'm going to be here, and I only have 15 posts this whole month of November. And since they use Greenwich Standard Time for deciding when the month begins, my last post last night fell after midnight Greenwich Standard Time and it counts towards the month of November. So this is my second post this month, and there's 30 days in the month, so, with just 15 posts, I *really* have to start rationing. I don't anticipate being here all month, but I also don't want to run out of posts, so... The three posts a day thing is going to end. Well, actually it's been two posts the last few days, but you get what I'm saying. I have to strongly ration the amount of posts I make. If there's something important to say that I don't feel like making a voice post, I may have purpleglitter post them for me. She'll transcribe as I talk on the phone to her. It's a little more complicated to do it that way, but it may be what has to be done. I much prefer doing the phone posts. But things are looking a lot better here. I'm feeling a lot better about my care. One big issue still is that they haven't let me shave for...they didn't me shave yesterday and they still haven't let me shave today because I'm on zero sharps because I cut Sunday. And I really need to shave. I've been trying to explain, I have the right to use the woman's room. And one of their excuses was patient discomfort. So whether or not they let me shave, I'm going to still use the woman's room. I'm trying to explain to them that if I can't shave, and my facial hair starts growing out, the women in the women's room are going to be more uncomfortable, and that's going to cause more of an issue. So I'm taking the tact that this is not only about me and my appearance and my needing to shave, it's also about other patients' comfort with me, and that the comfort level of other people on the unit is going to be affected if they don't let me shave, so... Just wanted to say, our protest worked, things have improved, and hopefully I'll be out of here this week, though I can't guarantee it. My goal is to be out Friday, we'll see what happens. And hopefully I will see you on the outside some day. That is all.”
“It's been another crazy day, as you've probably gathered. I got permission from a certain person ot give more details about some of the stuff that's gone on concerning this other person.
So what's beein going on is that there's a person here who's bound to a wheelchair for various reasons and she's been blatantly mishandled by the staff many times. Saturday they threw her wheelchair across the hall like it was nothing, like a toy, with her in it. And that was the beginning, well maybe not the beginning but one of the earlier things. Like later on...on Saturday they had her near the quiet room because she was complaining. They were trying to put her in the quiet room and she fell on the floor, she got bruises, and they wouldn't help her up. Literally, they just left her on the floor. I went up to help her and they told me to go away, that I was interfering with her treatment. I just said "fuck you" and went up and I helped her back onto her chair, because I'm not going to leave her on the floor because she fell off her wheelchair. I'm sorry but that's where they left her. And I helped her back off the floor and I sat in there with her.
After Saturday night they put her on open areas and she was required to be...they made her sit in the hall Sunday....all day Sunday in this sort of lounge chair that was really hurting her back because she's got severe back problems, and she couldn't sit in her wheelchair 24/7, so she's got to sit in her recliner. Better to be in the bed, but at least this reclining seat is a little more comfortable, even if it's not an ideal thing for her to sit on. But while she was in her reclining seat, they decided they didn't want the wheelchair sitting next to her in the hallway, because somehow it was a danger because maybe a patient might throw it or something. I don't know cuz the patient would obviously not throw any of the other thousand chairs around the hall. But they took her wheelchair away and locked it up. I mean literally locked her wheelchair away from her, and they wouldn't let us move that chair around. I mean, we did a little, but they would yell at us for it.
So, after that, we... (sorry, there's someone right here, I got to take a pause). Ok, they left. I don't want to...I have to be cautious who I say things in front of, because there are people on my case still. She was stuck in that chair, we sat next to her. They stole her wheelchair for two hours last night. And we're all...like me and another person...are telling them it's not right what they're doing to her. And they made her sleep in the hall all night in that chair. That was not really good for her back. I mean, it's better than her wheelchair, but she needs to be in a bed.
And today, not only they first, they took the lounge chair away from her, first off. And they brought her into a meeting in the wheelchair, and while she was in there, they took the lounge chair and locked it up, because after the two hours, they gave the wheelchair back last night. So she wouldn't have the lounge chair cuz now they decided that wouldn't be in the hallway. So when she came back out, she needed to get out of the wheelchair, so she ended up just lying on the floor with a pillow. And just was very upset about this. And I was, and another person was too, and a couple other people actually, are all standing around.
So I found another lounge chair that was used for the guard to sit in the quiet room with, and I brought it to her, and we helped her into it. And I sat in the wheelchair, and they brought her in the wheelchair into another meeting. They were first saying that they were going to have to take that lounge chair away, too.
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