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Ten Pounds

 Well, I thought I'd check the score...


McClean... 2 (over one year behind locked doors in dark spaces with no tv, nothing to do, never even going outside the building... not even once)

Springbrook ... 2

CCBH ... The infamous 1

Lost'n Rigged... 1 (roughly 1 year)

MIP... at least 3 as a teen, 3 in 20s, 3 in 30s, and 3 in the past year... at least 12 total inpatient visits plus 1 IOP and at least 3 Partial hospitalizations.

Heard from the LPC. Seems that MIP did some homework. They faxed the hospital records for stay number 12ish, but they went above and beyond. They decided to do some digging... the printer got busy... 100... 200... 300... 400... 500...

600 pages of documents in the mail. We killed a few trees. About 10 pounds. I'd like to be a little less interesting. I got curious. On the internet it says the average printed page has 250-300 words on a page. 250-300 = average of 275. So one hospital had roughly 165,000 words of history to say. I once referred to it as a third home. It wasn't a joke.

Then they wonder why I need disability. 

DXes tried on for size... 2 Bipolars, 3 depressions, 1 "non specified psychosis" (thank you CCBH and SSA), 1 GAD, 1 "OCD like behavior", 2 dissociative disorders, an aspergers, an autism spectrum, an Auditory processing, a ADHD, a sleep apnea, an adjustment disorder, dysgraphia, and a half dozen physical problems... at least 23 different disorders used as working dxs, with at least 12 independently confirmed. I've retired from medicine. 

2 comas. Memorial and Beth Israel Deaconess.

3 near death experiences including dialysis and CDC involvement.

So we talked about anger. Anger and I are good friends. It knows my mind, my heart,  and through Clozaril it knows my liver.

DID Roles, Part 2

 I got a little off track. DID Roles. I figured them out. 

Child

Communicator

    Psychology

    Childhood

    Running, physical and mental

Gatekeeper

    Guitar

    Teens

    Law, right and wrong

Helper

    Crisisline

    Young Adult

Solver

    Accounting

    IT

    Adult

Going on with Life / Continuing

    Adult

    Lives normal life. Cooks. Schedules.

Protector

    Wrestling

    Physical tasks

Unitary

    The Destination or Master

    Created in Counseling by a Non-Psychiatrist who's not addicted to Bullshit and Psychosis

All associated with different times, thoughts, functions, day to day skills, memories, people, trauma triggers.

DID Roles (ADULT CONTENT)

When I first learned about DID, I knew it from schooling. The old DSM IV name. Multiple Personality Disorder. Movies like "Split", "Me, Myself, and Irene", "Multiplicity", "What about Bob", "Girl Interrupted" (Peripherally, at least... Borderline is close), "Playing by Heart", "As Good as it Gets" (identity concepts), spy movies, serial killer profiles, and movie star references. It's not a flattering dx. As one MIP shrink liked to say, it is one of the hardest dx's to treat. It does not respond to medication. Not well. It is not a Gold Star. It is not a badge of honor. It it associated with so very many problems starting with Body Dysmorphic, running through substance use, down past highly dangerous behaviors including self-harm (a hallmark) ... sometimes I think it's the male version of Borderline. Shrink won't diagnose you Borderline if you are male. They will put you in PTSD or Bipolar or Depression or if they have no other choice, they put you with the ones they don't know how to treat, the DIDs, then they label you an addict and a criminal and cast you out. You are now a user of the system. You are the incorrigible. The untreatable, with fantasy problems. They question your sexuality. They won't believe a word you say. You are their nightmare. Their demon. Because they can't treat the causes and they don't want you to exist. You are the darkness, the shadow, the demon in their mind. The one they can't treat. They think of it in overly simplistic terms and prefer to use the word Psychosis. That is their Psychosis, their demon. The DID haunts them, because they cannot cure it.

People with DID or trauma respond best to Psychedelics. Just like Woodstock, except there's a new name for the trauma. Vietnam is gone. I've never tried LSD, PCP, MDMA, or Psilocybin, but some of these are being studied or even in trials. I have tried THC, ketamine (Matthew Perry OD), and Spravato. I have never tried Propofol (Michael Jackson's OD).

The fact that I have been to the hospital from "Girl Interrupted", the fact that that movie has Borderline in it, the fact that I have DID, the fact that they are both Dissociative/Trauma Disorders, the fact that it is hard to treat, the fact that it is patterns programmed from the past, the fact that it involves memories, symbols, and songs generated from the past, that it revolves around key event and circumstances, there's so many facts about DID that cannot be denied, that clearly connect to clear and powerful details of a persons life... It is the Psychiatrist's demon. It was Prichards' demon. It haunted him. Right up until the Governor's office stepped in. Now he is released. Now it haunts him no more. 

DID is about trust, about self-image. It is the reflection in the mirror, it is a name, and behind those things are memories and pasts, things that medication and medical intervention do not solve. 

They called it by other names. First, I tested PTSD off the charts at Clarity. Then a licensed PTSD counselor confirms independently. Then the Psychiatrist started talking about dissociation, then the therapy, then it's medical PTSD, then changes in the scripts, then the Dissociation Inventory at the new LPC, who independently confirms PTSD... and what did the hours long test results reveal? PTSD OFF THE CHARTS. DISSOCIATION OFF THE CHARTS. THE SCORES WERE SO DAMN HIGH AND HOW DO YOU FAKE THAT STUFF? SOMEHOW PSYCHOSIS CAME UP ZERO. ZERO. ZERO. HOW DO I FAKE THAT STUFF? DOES PSYCHOSIS JUST RUN AROUND MASQUERADING AS SO MANY DIFFERENT THINGS? YALL MADE THE DAMN TEST.  AM I THAT DAMNED INTELLIGENT? YOU'VE HAD EVERY SHRINK WITH A NAME UP THE EAST COAST LOOK AT ME. ONE OF YOU GONNA GET THE DAMN PICTURE? YOU SO SMART? A LITTLE GIRL FROM GEORGIA COMES OUT AND SHOWS UP YOU HARVARDS, YOU GONNA DESTROY HER NOW? YOU THAT DAMNED INTELLIGENT? Oh, no, some people think they know everything. Oh, they're big shots. On TV. They got their pictures on walls. Pricks.

You bring me out of a coma at Memorial, another at Beth Israel Deaconess, and you do it for this? Fucking Psychiatrists.

I still remember the machines. I was Frankenstein on their table. Whether it was ECT's Lightning bolt... 3 series, unilateral, bilateral, ZAP. I have phantom sensations on my head where they put the conductor. Then rTMS. Side of the head. Left side, generates nerve growth... Machine gun taps... Right side, calming suppressive waves... slow the neural transmissions... woodpecker... tap... tap... tap... tap... sharp... I can feel the tingling... 

ECT makes it go away! BUT IT COMES BACK! IT TOOK CARRIE FISHER. Psychosis my ass. Bad psychiatry. 

Then the VNS... electrical pulses from a pacemaker style battery up the vagus nerve into the base of the brain... activating pulses to encourage autonomic changes...

Before that it was the antipsychotics... Haldol, Thorazine, all the atypicals plus the first of the atypicals, the magical clozaril with its high maintenance and forest of physical degradations to the body, before that the mood stabilizers, the lithium, before that the stimulants and anti-depressants. 

Oh it never ends with these doctors. I've switched mostly to PA's and NPs. Medication destroys your mind and body both. A little at a time or all together.

Sometimes When We Touch (signals)

 You ask me if I love you

And I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you, honestly
Than mislead you with a lie

And who am I to judge you
On what you say or do?
I'm only just beginning
To see the real you
And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you 'til I die
'Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you
'Til the fear in me subsides

Romance and all its strategy
Leaves me battling with my pride
But through the insecurity
Some tenderness survives
I'm just another writer
Still trapped within my truth

A hesitant prize fighter
Still trapped within my youth
Sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you 'til I die
'Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you
'Til the fear in me subsides
At times I'd like to break you
And drive you to your knees
At times I'd like to break through
And hold you endlessly
At times I understand you
And I know how hard you've tried

I've watched while love commands you
And I've watched love pass you by
At times I think we're drifters
Still searching for a friend
A brother or a sister
But then the passion flares again
And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you 'til I die
'Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you
'Til the fear in me subsides