Saturday, March 12, 2016

Disney's "Zootopia" ( or here in German speaking Europe "Zoomania" )

While I commend Sia and Shakira for a relatable song about getting up after mistakes and accepting that we need to make mistakes to come forward in life.  This song has been stuck in my head now for the last few days. 
And Disney did a wonderful job about inclusion and some funky plot twists.  But there was a section of the film that haunted me, in the negative portrayal of people with a mental illness to be dangerous.  Making the general public to be scared of them. These were portrayed as "raubtiere" (in German) and it was in their genetics to be dangerous. And the psychiatric hospital was portrayed as a dark scary place to visit.  That these animals were captured and kept in cells.  And that they would suddenly jump at you.   ( it was later proved these animals were drugged to prove a myth). it left me asking my daughter about this scene considering her experience of coming to visit me at a psychiatric clinic for a number of months.  Yes it scared her when the tiger jumped up at the glass but she didn't relate to her experience.  
But it sits with me a bit uneasy as I am the one with the mental illness.  I see the stigma that is continually installing the fear of this illness that people with mental illness are dangerous and it is in our genetic makeup. It is scary for families to see such a dramatic change in their loved ones. But there is also hope with the right care, and good hospitals.  But people are still insinuating this negative stigma makes the daily battle that much harder for those living with varying mental illnesses - @Disney  you still have a ways to go with regards to continuous usage of negative stigma towards certain groups of people.
That being said we loved the usage of sloths in the DMV office. Many of us can relate to how slow the wheel turns in beaurocratics and not only the DMV.  The expressions of "flash" were priceless. 

Friday, February 26, 2016

The night sees the tears fall

There has been so much emotional upheaval in these weeks, and the tears fall at night stealing my sleep, and the people i need the most to hold me tight aren't within my grasp. I struggle to find the words in daylight to express how much i am fighting to bring one foot in front of the other- everything hurts and internists are suggesting the very medication that has been helping me the last few years is causing me so much trouble.  And that scares me so much. 
There was so much i wanted to say at given times to S and didn't. And i am sure she was waiting to see- she knows me well enough to see when i am struggling - even when I put on the brave face.  She is a good friend but i saw how much I depended upon her. I wanted to distance myself from this dependance, i also wanted to be the advice giver for once, i wanted so much to show far i have come- she knows i have come so far but she knows i have a lower tolerance to major stressors- and that last week was life stressor levels 1-5 in a week.  
But i fear starting to cry and it never stopping and the rest of the work i diid for nought
To top it off the pain is crazy. But i can't explainto the nurses that i am having panicattacs on top of it all- my normal meds not helping me with sleep

Monday, January 18, 2016

On the countdown

Well it is less than a month until the d word- freedom- and there is so nuch to do including getting my ticket to go away for a few days!  Yes. After the divorce I am taking a train trip to northern germany to visit with a good friend and just get away and have a change of scene. And hopefully breathe in the reality that part of my life is finished! And I could withstand all the attenpts my ex tries to bring me down and make me look crazier than before.
All the while I am setting my landing to be softer. While the fool tries to cry louder.   And he will look like a fool in the end. He underestimated my strength. Yes I may need Psychiatrist, but who inmy position wouldn't.   And hath no furylike that of a mother.  Believe me this is harder than it looks - but if you have the emotional resources it is doable.

Just because i have an illness doesn't mean I don't know you are trying to screw me over again.

So he claims I went behind his back getting the social worker involved, but he went behind my back plenty, trying to prove Tobias doesn't need the extra help.  Or standing over me and claiming I was a little pissed off at him at the moment- I was royally pissed that certain erasures of care was not met therefore I am needing to get a socialworker involved.  

Then suddenly he is finally doing what I had been fighting for the kids to recieve - could it have something to do with my complaint to my lawyer after the court sitting?  I ,complaint about the exhorbitant amount of money going to his mom for childcare while my kids were in second hand clothes and not being taken care of emotionally.  In addition he is receiving money for the kids and they weren't seeing the Benefits of that money. 

Thomas didn't realise what he was getting himself into being with me- I am not a docile stupid wife that he think he got. I won't tolerate what he dishes out and I will call him out on it.

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Just to debunk a couple myths

First things first - people with a mental illness are rarely dangerous to others- most tend to harm themselves.
  There are spectrums to each illness and some illnesses compound onto other illnesses. And the longer the mental illness goes undetected, undiagnosed, not supported the more complex the illness gets as do the symptoms are harder to fight. 
I battle first and foremost post traumatic stress disorder, it was left undiagnosed for years- I would dissociate in the mall and lose track of my mother when I was about 4, very scary for both parties, I was also a bad sleeper. This also evolved into other issues, that were thought to be based on my thyroid (-I was born without a thyroid function)   
Later I was probably showing signs of being Borderline Personality.  And we realise I had a predisposition to Bipolar disorder due to my fathers diagnosis.  But the Borderline Personality Traits started rearing their ugly head after the birth of my son.  I knew something was wrong; but I knew instinctively how to nurse a baby, how to react if he cried. But his crying got to me, and everyone as his crying lasted a year, and other things started propping up in his health, and mine with the burnout, The abuse from my spouse became more prevalent.  I was used to abuse as a child so I somehow accepted that I deserved it but I also Knew I didn't, but lived with that shame. Those of us with mental illness are that much more vulnerable to abuse and violence from others.  
We are vulnerable to disability funding, lack of care by professionals, we don't change because we fear starting all over again and opening new wounds.   Our reality can change on us in a split second, and we lose custody of our children. We are at the mercy of churches, and the social system to be a voice for us as people don't take us seriously when we fight for certain important issue ( and many a times we are verbally harassed in public for having had to make difficult decisions in regards to the care of our children and ourselves). Sometimes even the professionals that were supposed to help us don't and leave us hanging when we try to reintegrate into society. So we are back into clinics and need to stay for months at a time while our bodies and brains need to reintegrate, and we need to develop emotionally - for the years we lost as a child.  And then sometimes we are blessed with a support network of people who will listen, who will understand, who can come when your windows start looking like they are wobbling ( no I did not drop acid), and then there are Drs who get it when your cognitive thought process goes out the window because you are over stressed. ( and she will help you pack, and she will help get you to the clinic herself, and sit with you at the intake interview)  and there are community nurses who will come when you have horrible dissociative states and sit with you to help you come back to the here and now. Or nurses that will just be a good ear, or backup when you need to apply for a legal representative for your children.   And there are churches that understand how you relate to religion and your healing process, and offer support that you can feasibly visit with your children.  
People with mental illness can be vulnerable in the eyes of some organised religion- we just have to believe more and we'll be healed and won't need to be on disability- please don't debate with a friend over this this in a public place- it just insinuates the stigma that much further.  And leaves us feeling that much more raw, vulnerable. And a negative focal point. 
If I am participating in a program to give my day some structure and social connection- I don't need that to be insulted- I am trying to participate in life the best I can. This has obviously given me a safety net of people who understand my challenges.  But we are no less an artist( or person) than those in the normal world.  ( yes I get this often when people realise some of my challenges) don't worry, I am stronger than you think, even if I need more breaks or react sensory to triggers. 
It would be greatly appreciated around the times we will have fireworks also to have safe havens and not be told we are babies- to just put a pillow over my head and suck it up. - um mister you have no clue how the nervous system can react to a trauma trigger.   For all the soldiers home for the holidays, for police and security people whom have had to live with witnessing death due to gunfire and bombs, we are that much more sensitive to such triggers. That can set us curling in corners terrified, our blood pressure can drop drastically, our body temperatures change and we can lose orientation to where we really are. So think again about telling me or any other person with PTSD to suck it up over the holidays, or tell us just to keep it in the past.- we would love our past to stay in the past, but it isn't always the case. We may learn skills to cope with the situation better, but it never goes away. 
So to remind you the person with a mental illness is less dangerous to the outside world, we are more often than not terrified, and vulnerable.  The misuse of the language, instigates stigma that is attached to our illness, makes our fight that much harder. There are illnesses within that have negative connentations, and it is difficult to get help once diagnosed, but also treatment from other patients can be difficult. 
And lastly language issues can make getting the necessary help that much more difficult. - I had to learn a whole new aspect of a language- it wasn't enough that I had to learn to develop my emotional language but I needed to do this in a language that was not my mother tongue. And not what they teach you in language school.  So if you can have empathy for families of refugees, who arrive needing to seek help, and not knowing the language, and needing it to participate in life in a new country. And cope with nightmares, dissociation, and giving back to the society that took them in. Respect that they have been exposed to trauma beyond your wildest imagination, go easy on the fireworks this New Years and national holidays. It is most appreciated. Your neighbour with the mental illness. That combination that is debilitating. But I am a fighter, a mom, an artist and of course a person.

Friday, December 25, 2015

Forget the past, and move on with the future, live in the here and now. Oh and by the way you shouldn't be hurting yourself like that.

Well, easier said than done. 
Fireworks go off at New Years and 1st of August here so I have to mentally prepare myself.   And my village does the mandatory shooting practice. And those drums in the pageant made me look sleepy by the the time I got to my friends for xmas eve supper.  All these triggers make that event play like it was a couple minutes ago, absorbing my dreams, and absorbing what limited energy I have. And then to hear "forget the past" makes me want to set a violent film in your ear and before your eyes. And remind you that is where my past lies- when I hear all the bangs my past is here and now. And I need to fathom all my energy to realize what date we are on our calendar. 
In addition I discovered that I was going to have to fight to prove that someone with borderline personality is rarely abusive- most likely a victim of abuse ( due to our black and white perception of our world) and that we are not the blanket diagnosis that was thought to be before 20 years. Oh and Mothers with Borderline Personality are not raging emotional, cold beasts that many books and websites state.  
Yes we deal with rollercoasters that run faster than you can say blink, some of us self harm, and some of us drink. We don't inflict pain upon others- we inflict further pain upon ourselves in order for others to understand the depths of our pain. 
And to state how bad medication is, or how we need to believe more in a higher power, or that we are less quality people because we live with a mental illness in itself is absurd.  
I have had Drs tell me they can't help me. That all my pain was psychosomatic, to turn around and have the chief of psychiatry tell me she couldn't help me. Only lit a fire in me. I knew I had to persist with whatever draining energy I had, to get the help I needed. And then to have to be publicly shamed for having such an illness and have to make a near impossible decision regarding my family is ludicrist. I did not stand for it 5 years ago, I did not stand for it 20 years ago, and I will not stand for it now. 

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Pouring rain

And not sleeping  again. Trying to get my new website up and rolling- seems to take forever tonight just to get a picture uploaded as a thumbnail.how n gods name is a gallery going to work?