Ok I haven't posted in ages on here due to lack of means (and therefore internet) but I really feel the need to rant.
There are a lot of "crazy people" around nowadays.
The ones that yell at at angels and the ones that see ghosts and the ones that can't tell happy from sad and the ones that aren't one but 33. The ones that need help to get on with things day to day.
So they go (sometimes) to the mental health services around the world. And speaking only for my country here. I've noticed a thing or two.
You gotta pay or you pay.
We have this public mental health service that is supposed to help the downtrodden and troubled. To provide counselling, diagnoses and support.
Support takes many forms and yes medication is one of them. But I'm fucking sick of the service's idea that as long as somebody shuts up and doesn't cost the government any more time and money they're fine.
So they recieve a referral and write down a name and number. They cram pills into that number until it squirms less so they can say it's coping better and they turf the number out into the street.
Mere statistics.
Doctors look at charts and write prescriptions and see right through the people they're supposed to help, they're just trying to crunch the numbers. The numbers don't talk, the numbers don't feel, the numbers don't bleed, even when they sit in front of you doing it. If the number won't stop screaming just keep pouring pills in, or send them to the special low-cost facility to pour more pills in. Don't tell the number anything, they don't need to know or understand themselves because in the end they're just another name and number on the list.
Fuck that.
Seriously. Why the hell should people be ill-treated and uncared for because they aren't fortunate enough to have enough money to pay for treatment?
Oh but we are looking after them, that's what the service is for right?
Bullshit!
How the fuck many people need to slip through the cracks and suffer horribly for anyone to give a fuck?
How many people do I have to see in the street, yelling at cars? How many people need to jump in front of trains? How many people need tod rink themselves to death to make the voices go away?
How many?
I don't want to be a number! Fuck that! I'm not gonna lie down and say the things the system wants me to say just because it's neater that way! I'm not gonna rattle off lists of the drugs I'm on and mechanically say how much better I am now!
I'm going to demand to be treated as if I'm worth something. As if I'm human.
Or kill me.
There are a lot of "crazy people" around nowadays.
The ones that yell at at angels and the ones that see ghosts and the ones that can't tell happy from sad and the ones that aren't one but 33. The ones that need help to get on with things day to day.
So they go (sometimes) to the mental health services around the world. And speaking only for my country here. I've noticed a thing or two.
You gotta pay or you pay.
We have this public mental health service that is supposed to help the downtrodden and troubled. To provide counselling, diagnoses and support.
Support takes many forms and yes medication is one of them. But I'm fucking sick of the service's idea that as long as somebody shuts up and doesn't cost the government any more time and money they're fine.
So they recieve a referral and write down a name and number. They cram pills into that number until it squirms less so they can say it's coping better and they turf the number out into the street.
Mere statistics.
Doctors look at charts and write prescriptions and see right through the people they're supposed to help, they're just trying to crunch the numbers. The numbers don't talk, the numbers don't feel, the numbers don't bleed, even when they sit in front of you doing it. If the number won't stop screaming just keep pouring pills in, or send them to the special low-cost facility to pour more pills in. Don't tell the number anything, they don't need to know or understand themselves because in the end they're just another name and number on the list.
Fuck that.
Seriously. Why the hell should people be ill-treated and uncared for because they aren't fortunate enough to have enough money to pay for treatment?
Oh but we are looking after them, that's what the service is for right?
Bullshit!
How the fuck many people need to slip through the cracks and suffer horribly for anyone to give a fuck?
How many people do I have to see in the street, yelling at cars? How many people need to jump in front of trains? How many people need tod rink themselves to death to make the voices go away?
How many?
I don't want to be a number! Fuck that! I'm not gonna lie down and say the things the system wants me to say just because it's neater that way! I'm not gonna rattle off lists of the drugs I'm on and mechanically say how much better I am now!
I'm going to demand to be treated as if I'm worth something. As if I'm human.
Or kill me.