P.S. Fellow Patients...

You don't know me. So keep your opinions.

Dear Doctors,

 (We going?)

Take me
Oh no another nosebleed
She said to stay off the slope please
I said I swear that I'm clean

Step in the wrong direction
Help me...
Guess I learned my lesson.

I'm not myself without my medicine
I took some Ritalin
Wasn't a little bit
Nobody else would rather see me finish it
I'm fucking over it
It always makes me sick

Alone with all the things that kill me
Do you even know the real me
I don't need your sympathy

Step in thе wrong direction
Help me
Guеss I learned my lesson

I'm not myself without my medicine
I took some Ritalin
Wasn't a little bit
Nobody else would rather see me finish it
I'm fucking over it
It always makes me sick
(It always makes me sick)

This is the part where I freak out
Don't know what to do
Said you wanted just a rebound
All I ever do is shoot
You don't want to see me geeked out
Baby that's the truth
This is the part where I freak out

I'm not myself without my medicine
I took some Ritalin
Wasn't a little bit
Nobody else would rather see me finish it
I'm fucking over it
It always makes me sick
I'm fucking over this
(I'm fucking over this)

It CANNOT be about...

Revenge. It has to be about healing. But healing requires justice. And they're mad at me. Because I'm not perfect. Because I know their playbook. I know their secrets. I was thier buddy. And should I become credible before they shut me up... they could be arrested. The whole lot of them.

Technically...

Regardless of what anyone says or does not say, does or does not do... Federal law is jurisdiction of every law enforcement officer in this country. So technically... if we have the evidence... there's actually nothing stopping me from going to any police department in Greenville County. That would get the ball rolling. If I'm credible. Then they would have to act. Sworn oath and all that. So... technically... less then a mile. But would they believe me. Would I be safe. Would anyone vouch for me. Against the doctors. It's not actually that easy to do. You'd think so, but they know people. So I guess i need to be clean and clear for a while. Before I go around making statements. And you wonder why im angry and afraid. Hmmm... I wonder... problems? Oh nooooo... he doesnt have problems... never... all in his head... the doctors just looooove him... I bet the next person that contacts me does so to protect the doctors. From crazy disabled guy. Gotta protect those doctors.... yep... just like woodruff road.

And yet...

I cant always fall back on crazy. If I'm going to law enforcement i have to be damned sure. 

The bystander Effect

I remember studying the bystander effect in school. A woman was murdered. Multiple witnesses. No one did shit to stop it. They stood by. Listened to her scream. Let the guy murder her. Because thats what we do. Complacency. We let people murder. 

I guess the counter to that would be the Misunderstander or Busybody Effect. People that get involved in things they have no business being involved in. But hopefully I've thrown off the scent for the Force medicators and the busybody perfectionists. 

At the End of the day...

    Since I'm the only identified survivor... I would have to file a report with city police, county sheriff, or the FBI... Given I'm told we have the evidence... I guess it's on me. To have... key members of my families arrested. I care about the kids. They know this. They use kids against me. That contacting FBI and public health would be enough. That then they would act. But I guess I'd have to walk in one of those stations... file a report. It's just that my family knows county sheriff.  They know state politicians. They're very vocal about who they know. But they don't know any federal people...

Meanwhile...

I'll be working up the courage to change my name with Social Security. And my family will be frantically trying to stop me. They say Stockholm syndrome entails a lack of cooperation with police. Go figure.

In case you havent been keeping up...

My family has been conspiring with woodruff road, McClean, and others to control me. To human engineer me. They own everything. I'm a prisoner in my home. I have no real choices. Now they occasionally threaten to sell my stuff. Unless I comply. It's morally wrong. I need you to stop them. Or they will run us all over and drive me further into the grave. Medicalized perfection. Human engineering. I know some NAZIs. It starts with my families. The biological one. The corporate one. I need you to stop them. Or they will never stop. Ever. You're going to have to take something I say seriously while I'm still alive. Seriously.

European Jokes

 I found some jokes about Europe.

What's the difference between Swedes and Finns? The Swedes have nice neighbors.

Recollection of an Old Joke

In Hell...

The British would be the cooks.

The Italians would be the police

The Germans would be the social workers

The Russians would be in marketing

The Spanish would be the military.

The French would be customer service

The Greeks would be housed with the Turks

Why wasn't Jesus born in Belgium?

God couldn't find 3 wise men in Belgium.

Sorting

 Let's see. Social workers...

Kat goes in the good people pile

Sharon might have some wrinkles she can smooth out with us

Records...

600 pages

Roscasch test

Medical board review

Spring brook

Ima

Greenville k

Vinewell

Phds

George looks clean

Assmussen is filthy

I think my clemson friends are looking well striped. The Stewart and her old boss.

Lpcs

Leaves is clean

Molly's doing some touch up with the details

tamy seems clear

Mo is solid

Psychiatrists

I think its a beautiful day in the neighborhood 

The Art sticks to the facts nicely

Arson's looking a little worn... we'll work on that

Small ... should be seeing patterns

No clue about mcclinton or gullet

Lee should be a Jean brand maybe. I think he has the righteous part well embedded

That Indian "workshop" lady... she can see patterns

Midwest looks good

I imagine my dream woman has insight still... 

Then the one that sounded... like intel I think. She can compute. With information.

Yes... taking some spot cleaner to prichards. But Assmussen... he needs a lot of work. Some TLC.

Yep, just doing a little mental cleanup... one professional at a time.

Music Therapy

People wonder why I need music. It's because I know things. In Greenville County. In Belmont, MA. A few small repairs.

My Own Prison

Cumbersome

I believe

Little Talks

What's Going On?

Just For

What's this Life For

Zombie

You Oughta Know

Eulogy

Sober Pink, Tool

Only Happy When it Rains

Valjean Arrested/Valjean Forgiven

Everything I Own

Who Knew

Whatya ya want from me

BOSTON

Hey Jealousy

Fast Car

Just Give me a Reason

Release Me

Yesterday

Counting on You.

I can't do this alone. I need support. Help me stop overmedicalization and toxic stereotypes. Slow down the med train!

I am not actually trying to change the whole world. I am trying to keep as many people as possible safe from DSMization, medicalized perfectionism, and toxic stereotypes as I can. I do not actually work in Psychology or IT or Healthcare. I do taxes when I can. I write when I can. I'm too old and too tired to keep this up. I can't divide myself among professionals or professions or interest groups. I need people speaking up. Saying that some shit doesn't fly. So, I'm just waiting on you guys. To start saying something. Stop the bullshit. Otherwise it never ends. ASHES AND DUST NEEDS YOU! To say "no" to doctors. Too tired for this shit. 

Doctors and Bipolar Bullshit

So, there's really no reason for anyone to be afraid, unless they have MD or PhD after their name. Because I'm pretty damn sure that there's plenty of South Carolina doctors who are sick of this Bipolar Bullshit. So long as people leave me be, and I am just a normal person in the state of South Carolina, there's no trouble here. But I would hope that people are taking my advice. Retiring or taking vacation days. Rethinking life choices. Rethinking DSM mania. Rethinking Bipolarization. Keeping insurance and recording legal contingencies. Shopping for defense attorneys. There's a few people who have a bone to pick. Interstate clusterfuck. Maybe I shouldn't have lied about the drugs. Maybe I shouldn't have lied about the coverup. That kinda thing. I have no idea why Malacheck is dead. Neither do the authorities. Some people are still alive. They need to rethink their life choices while they still can. Or it never ends. Until I'm dead and buried. Then other people can take legal action for me. I just don't see how this is OK. This is a country of laws. There are many. They are not optional. 

Do not go back to that Gentle Table...

Rage, Rage, against the submission to the overlords. 

Maybe not all of South Carolina needs protection from toxic masculinity. Maybe it really is just me. But the end of bipolar and this medicalized perfection shit doesn't have to be ugly. I have to take George's advice. Bipolar dies when I let it die. It stops haunting me when I let it go. Clozaril stops being "my medicine" when I make it obvious that it's not necessary. I do have a few lawsuits to file. But that needs to wait. Because I'm one person. And the state of South Carolina and the FDA have a lot on their plate. And Clozaril is out of date. It's not used much anymore. It's long out of patent. So, doctors just need to be intelligent, use other options. I'll just have to trust that the doctors of South Carolina find their wisdom and their humanity and stop treating people like science experiments. Then they won't have to sue anyone. Their health can be just fine. But we got here together. I was taught this bullshit as a minor. Now I have a few small repairs. I need people to back off Angry, while Angry changes a few legal names and etc. I'll have to visit my Social Security friends... oh they just loooooooooove me... But let's not be stupid. I don't want to have to file reports. A few small repairs. Then I can be kind and less delusional. After the Bullshit stops, we can all sit down.