Thank You for Protecting my Useless Right to Refuse Treatment.


Thank You for Protecting my Useless Right to Refuse Treatment.

This post started life as a comment:

The only way to get past the stigma against Mental Illness is for we who must live with it to get angry and speak out.

We are not criminals, many of us would not be homeless if we were not systematically reduced to poverty, we are not  “behaviors,” and we are not parasites, laggards, lazy, and malingering.

In fact, many of the shootings by people with a euphemistic “history” would not have happened if we had a fully funded mental health system that treated people when they need it instead of placing obstacles in their way and reducing the pain of mental illness to the shame of not thinking nice thoughts.

As for the “horror” of imposing treatment on people who are too sick to know how sick they are my thoughts are these: I am sorry that rich families produced selfish bastards that abused the earlier system by trying to have their parents and grannies locked up to get their money.

However, shutting down the hospitals and making it impossible for the genuinely ill to get treatment is idiotic, if not evil.

There are worse things than a short imposed hospitalization, especially when the illness affects insight, judgment and impulse control.

There is waking up to realize that in your delusions you have tossed your babies into the San Francisco Bay because you thought God told you to.

There is decapitating your wife because you are psychotic and violently paranoid.

If I am destructively ill and unable to see that I am ill then I say hospitalize me.

The idea of making me homeless to “protect” my civil rights is insufferably stupid, unless my death is the goal.

There are far worse things than a month in the hospital and mandatory medications that will bring me back to sanity.

One of them is life in prison.

RG 2015

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10 Ways to Leave This World More Peacefully


In my previous post I suggested (gently and with music) people take time out of their lives to talk about death. Why? Because it’s the one thing we all have in common and yet, we’re doing it pretty poorly. We don’t talk about death because we’re afraid it might happen. Newsflash: It’s going to happen. We are all going to go sometime. If you talk about it you’re going to die, and if you don’t talk about it, you’re going to die. But if you discuss it your death could be easier for you and for everyone you love who cares about you.

Think this isn’t going to be a problem in your family? Think again. It’s a problem in way more families than you think. Even in the ones who least expect it. Death brings out the worst in people. While the battles are often motivated by money, greed…

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Sh*t People Say to People with Mental Illness 


“We all get the blues!”

You: Um, so… I can’t function on a daily basis. I’m on the floor right now, unable to move. I’ve been sobbing for so long that I can’t breathe. This is my everyday. This is NOT “the blues.”

“Just be strong and put on a smile.”

You: Obviously I’ve tried that. I’ve gone to the Olive Garden and eaten breadsticks and spaghetti like a champ, talked about the weather, and smiled my best smile (while simultaneously losing it inside) 30 mins at table smiling, 4 mins in bathroom crying, back to table smiling for another 15. “Check please.” I’m trying so hard. Thanks for making me feel worse about myself and like I’m weak. I’m already ashamed.

“This will be your new doctor- he’s a 25-year-old resident!” (Nurse voice)

You: Ok, thanks.

“Hi- I’m James! I love working with bipolar people.” (Resident voice)

You: Um…

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San Francisco City Hall at Night

 San Francisco City Hall at Night

        San Francisco City Hall at Night
I have never regretted my decision to move to San Francisco and I am proud to call it home.
Thank you San Francisco for letting me have a life.


Eric Burdon and War – Spill the Wine (1970 )