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Last Names

I realize there has been a lot of stress in the community over my last name and people with it. To some extent people need to mind their own damn business. To another extent, people need to stop making everything MY specific problem. Regardless of the blame game, people have to live here. Myself included. Only so many holes to bury me in. So to everyone on earth: it's only a name and each of us is only one person. I need to consolidate my memory and work on my health with my team. Whatever it is you want from me or people who know me, you can leave comments or contact the email provided. One person or one group of people (a family, a hospital, a community) can only do so much. For those of you who desperate to shut me up, medicate me, career me, or otherwise manipulate me into this that or the other thing, please fuck off. I will do what I can when I am able. DO NOT GIVE ME INSTRUCTION. DO NOT FUCK WITH ME. The Federal Govt may own me (through Disability) but no one else does. I am not your property. Contact the FBI or my treatment team if you feel otherwise. Thank you. 

Communication

I'm Reminding everyone who knows me or wants something from me, DO NOT CONTACT ME IN REAL LIFE or AUDITORILY. If you need to contact me, there is a comment feature and an email, I have facebook, whatsapp, some people have my number and can leave texts or emails. Again, I have asked FBI to monitor my communication due to continuous harassment. I intend to keep my own damn opinions until my dying breath and to aid and assist the general community in what way I can, which will be determined by my treatment team free of undue influence. You harass me or them and there will be reports filed. So leave it be. This DOES NOT GET FIXED. IT IS CALLED MEDICALLY COMPLEX FOR A REASON. Leave it be. 

Faith

Years, ago, when I was highly medicated, I walked around as if I was a different person. My mind was simpler. My thoughts and dreams were different. It seemed natural to focus on career and wealth and being connected and pushing for more.

It is easy to put on those rose colored glasses, especially if you have letters after your name or you have chemicals in your system. But the world isn't that way. There are no angels here on earth. This is reality. There is safety and there are dangers. 

Names are not everything. 

I do not believe there is perfection anywhere, in anyone, or anything here on earth.

Do I believe in God? Am I saved? I've gotten that a lot. I do not believe in predetermination. I also do not believe in good works buying one's way to heaven.

I do believe in God. I was raised Catholic. Some events in my life have challenged my beliefs. And I have known atheists and God Complexes and pop culture types and Hindus and Muslims and even Shintoists and Deists and polytheists. 

So I believe in one God, but I'm ok with people believing other things. I do not believe there is one recipe for life. I am not looking to be converted by any religion. The biggest issue I have with Christianity is the Gender roles. The second biggest is the pitting of science vs the Bible. I happen to be one of those weird people who believe that the Bible and Evolution can both be true. God created the Earth and everything on it, including the evolution of the animals. Just like Angels can fall, man can lose his way in different ways. Anything can change. The earth can change. People can change. 

Being addicted to sameness or perfectionism or a particular person or thing is dangerous.

I've gotten a lot of feedback from different people and places. I have trouble remembering. But I am a collection of all of that experience. Various Hospitals, countries, people. Given my health, I need to consolidate my memory and try to learn from all of this fairly intense experience.

The best way to not get like this is to be careful what you experience. Be careful with what you put in your body, how hard you push, what influences you expose yourself to. If you're on antipsychotics, that's harder to do. People looking to convert me: My mind is too stressed and overwhelmed to really absorb much more. Don't try too hard.

Memory

 So going back to Memory and the difference between remembering and recalling as explained by Clarity. 

I can REMEMBER.

At any given time, I have trouble RECALLING specific events and specific pieces of information. This can happen with learning disorders, dementia, or with trauma. I have been dx'd with the first and third of those. I have tried Amantadine, Namenda, mirapex, and I think Aricept, along with the ADHD meds.

If you wonder why my communication is bad, I may be in a different time period, I may be in fight or flight, or I may be trying to recall different pieces of information. 

No matter what, don't expect a lot of give and take, fluid and present time related conversation for sustained periods in large groups of people or chaotic environments. If they haven't mastered that yet, they never will.

Psychiatry and Boundaries

So I'm coming back to Psychiatry and Boundaries. An INTELLIGENT professional is AWARE. When approaching the patient, the professional understands that the patient is not him/her. The patient is not your reflection. Residents are not eye candy. They can on occasion be smarter than you. Just because you're not talking does not mean time has stopped.

Tax Trauma and Mipolar Misorder

Another good way to develop PTSD is to do twice what the next person does. For example, get a job at a tax company. Work out of two offices. Take the day shift. Accept every walk in. Go nuts. End tax season barely knowing what day it is. Complete twice as many returns as a similar level preparer who uses it as thier main gig.

You push hard enough, you don't need an adhd or a bipolar to make it official. 

Epitaph

Here lies Ashes and Dust's Psychiatry Career...
He was born...
He played...
She talked...
She learned...
He argued...
He programmed...
He listened...
He carried...
She Taxed...
She wrote...
She cooked...
She cleaned...
He was a teammate and captain...
He traveled and endured...
He learned to live again...
He continued to walk, not run.

Rest in Pieces.

Now if y'all shrinks don't mind, I need to de-DSM, de-medicalize, de-perfectionize, and de-traumatize this state a bit. So as much as I know you hate me, I'll be spreading the word... I'll grab my incense and go around throwing it in the air like holy water...

Drugs are bad! Mmmmmkay!?!
DSMs are bad! Mmmmkay?!?

Oh brother where art thou? Oh yes, on the other side. Accountability is a bitch. Dead or alive, people will know the dangers of toxic masculinity, Bipolar bullshit, Medicalized Perfectionism, and the insanity that is Psychiatry... You've given me my life's purpose. You did think you were Gods. Well, sometimes what you create turns against you. If you spout enough bullshit, it can happen. You do it long enough, you create a life's purpose. And potentially some legal action. You want me to give it up? You drop your rocks, I'll drop mine. But please don't ask me to talk or run around. I'm tired. If you need something, put it in writing so I can have three different people verify and hold you to it. I'm tired of this shit.

You can't medicate this shit away. It simply doesn't happen. I think two comas proved that.
This is miseducation, moving standards and high standards. This is poor boundaries and greed. This is what it looks like. Take a good look. Here it is. I'm tired of hiding it. You fuck up this state. We'll have a problem. Go ahead, ship me out. Demonize me. Bipolarize me. Dehumanize me. Do all the Izings. Do the Isms. The Sexisms and the racisms and all that. Pass the guilt and the blame and the anger around. Go ahead. You wanna shut me up? I'm 43. I'm human I can die. People will still know. You can rebrand PRISMA. You can lie to me. People will find out. I may not be that smart. But people figure things out. You can play this hospital against that, this center against that, this state against that, this doctor against that. You wanna bury me? You're coming too. We all die someday. Plenty of shovels. We can dig graves or we can dig out foundations and build things. But my energy is limited. As far as I know the FBI has eyes on me. And yes I know the law and I know your damned DSM. Just leave it alone. Back off Angry, and let angry back off too.

If you want to hear my words, you can read. Text. Email. Website. Voicemail, but I may respond via text communication or a professional. I'm tired. Don't push me. You can't reprogram people nor drug them away. You put them in comas that way. Waste of resources if you ask me. I'm not perfect, I'm just pissed off. Don't play with fire. You get burnt that way.

People keep trying to influence me or shut me up. Now I have to file reports with this State/Federal Agency and screen all communications. It's exhausting me. GO READ SOMETHING ELSE. I'M NOT THAT IMPORTANT AND I'M NOT THAT DANGEROUS. I just have a job to do. I'm getting federal funds. Might as well help the federal government keep this state clean and healthy. 

Tired

I go to sleep tired. I wake up tired. Antipsychotics can increase energy by suppressing abstract thinking and numbing you out, but then they interfere with daily functioning. They make no sense. Yet the force medicators will run to them till the end of time. Because we want our men macho! Numb! Fucking bullshit. Go back to medical school. 🙄 
Energy comes from other places too. Food. Rest. Sleep. Reasonable expectations. A lack of excessive medical treatment. I know your dsm. Much like the tax code. Go back to medical school. You are not gods. Go on vacation. Go home. Stop fucking up south carolina. Stop fucking with me.  You want angry to back off? Then back the fuck off angry.

Past Reflections