Ethics Cesspool

I get so frustrated and there is anger and fear but I cannot go back to the numbness. I can only hope that the intensity continues to fade, that I can keep my more paranoid instincts in check. Because it truly is not a matter of substances or medications but past experience. There is no drug for that. Only growth. 

The fact is that the gun and the prescriptions and the more dangerous behavior are in the past. The past doesnt actually have to repeat. Pretending it does only frightens people. 

I'm not that same person. I've moved farther. But I'm not actually showing that to people. And until I do they will remain angry and afraid like me. I have to put down my stones. I have to show empty hands. And then we can trust. I've done that before. With some people, I can do it again. Others I have to let go.

The hospital has not been helpful recently, but i can't throw stones. I can't expect them to understand and I don't actually need them to understand. I have the outpatient, and they understand better. I'm going to need to rely on the people who can help. Otherwise we are just tearing each other to pieces.

I stand by my statement that MIP was an ethical cesspool last time I visited, and staff should have taken corrective action. Regardless, I'm moving on. I'm just disappointed in these people.

Beginning Again

I've gotten a little too lost in the past couple weeks. There were some realities about my community and myself that were abrasive. I'm not the only one who can be hard to handle. There were people who thought I was very strong. Some of them now see weakness. Others see strength that they did not see before but I'm definitely much different. Much more complex. Less robotic. Deeper. I'm glad. But it disappoints me to see how confused and afraid people are. Because I am indeed still me. They don't understand. They find it very frightening. I was numbed out by those drugs, and it gave me a very strong and masculine appearance but a simple-minded lack of depth. While they seem to revel in my insight, they fear what they perceive as weakness, paranoia, and destabilization. At times I've been graphic or abrupt. And me seeing thier fear and hostility has not inspired confidence for me either. 

I need to turn a page. Not with my immediate family. We need to be apart. But with everyone else. Friends, more distant relations, professionals, and the community. I can't keep this intensity so visible. It's not helping. I'm not sure how much I can change at once. I think I know where to start, however. 

Any Day Now...

If anyone still thinks this is funny or not criminal, YOU ARE NOT PAYING ATTENTION. Records. Tests. Drugs. Doctors. Centers. Hospitals. Not just two states. SC, MA, and yes, GA. Einstein in Atlanta. And he did try to say something. No one was listening. I was I think 19 then. This is Human Trafficking, Drug Trafficking, Human experimentation, and abuse, with reckless endangerment at a minimum. On someone who was a minor, then a drugged minor, then a drugged adult. That's what this is. They tell me that there are other victims. They tell me it's not all about me. So what happens next? I can't be the one to decide. It needs to be a federal Judge. I firmly believe that. Someone needs to look at all this evidence, question the witnesses, find any other victims of this system, and hold people accountable. I firmly believe that. 100%. I cannot be the one to decide what happens. Federal money was used. Across state lines. I worked in tax. There's a shit load of laws in question. Someone needs to decide. A judge. What should be done. Not me. I'm trusting my treatment team and the Federal authorities to do something about this. They have the evidence. They have been in communication. They need to act.

Ethics

So they were too happy studying me and scribing drugs and making money and having fun analyzing me... PRISMO... GREENVILLE PSYCHIATROPY... Assmussen... MCCLEAN... any one of them could have identified the trauma disorder, right from the initial 1996 at MIP. They could have stopped it a LOOOOONG time ago. But no. They love their DSMs and their drugs. They love wasting public money on this shit. PERMANENT DISABILITY. Oh it makes all the sense in the world. Independence? Ethics? Red flags? Ooooooh noooo...... we don't worry about that stuff. We want medical perfection. Drugs out the wazzooo.... our ECTs, our VNSes, our rTMSes... Anmed was alarmed when they caught on... but that took a while... Spring brook was alarmed... Lost and Rigged was alarmed. The other places were not. So yeah, an interstate human experiment. On me. Why not. Only a few comas. Not a big deal. Trauma? Noooooooooo, it couldn't be trauma. Lawsuit? Nooooooooooo never grounds to sue.... not on this... Criminal? never. I tend to disagree. I thought Girl Interrupted was dark. Then I started to wake up. Black as night. And you wonder why I have nightmares. Oh sure he's faking. It's all bullshit. Nevermind all the records and the tests they ran. Decades worth. No, we'd prefer the money and lack of responsibility. It's his fault. He was in charge of his care. He wrote the scripts. He did the ECT. He installed the VNS. He did the rTMS. It was all him. Nope, no responsibility for anyone else. He's the criminal mastermind. He fooled us all. He's that fucking smart. Bullshit. I'm not that smart. I am NOT that smart. Fucking pricks. No let's Bipolarize. Let's whateverize. Let's ignore all the evidence and common sense to the contrary. Let's bounce the pain across states. Let's make this a federal mess. Not just SC. And then you wonder why I report myself to the FBI. Hmmmmm... I'm not the only pissed off one. Waste of public money. Medical system run amuck. On someone who was too drugged to make it stop. How is that not criminal? Tell me, how is this not criminal? ACROSS STATE LINES. LACK OF INDEPENDENCE. MINOR. DRUG TRIALS. FUDGED NUMBERS. DOSES FAR IN EXCESS OF GUIDELINES. COCKTAILS OF DRUGS. Oh no it's his fault. He's the criminal mastermind. He fooled us all. We had nothing to do with it. Ashes? oh let's bury him. Find a hole. Just drug him up, CCBH style. Then find a hole and bury him. Wipe the memory clean with ECT. Took a five foot tall women to call bullshit on you guys. I bet you hate her guts. Almost as much as you hate mine. So yeah, I'm not the only angry one.