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Originally Posted by luvyrself
----Yes, we have to pay our dues and make the effort to get help. However, because of my disorder, sometimes if Im having an episode I literally can't think (tho I faked my way through working for just short of 50 years) and there are plenty of people worse off than I am sitting there trying to keep it together during a long wait-addicts, alcoholics, schizophrenics, you name it. There are some flaws in the system. This reminds me of the story my former recovered alcoholic partner told me about a time when he was suicidal and called Kaiser. They told him to call them back in 2 weeks. LOL We need to use the buddy system more, I think, and thank God for this forum. Right now I think of Blueberrybook as a representation of the things many of us are going through, except she is going through a lot of those things at one time, which is so often the case in life. Things tend to spiral. We'll help her through it and then she will help us.
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As is often the case in my life, my communication has been misunderstood.
The system is
enormously flawed. Because the system is
so unfair,
so impersonal, and
so flawed, anyone who doesn't get in there and fight for their rights will almost surely be dropped through the cracks. Like I've pointed out in some other posts on this subject, I've worked on and off in social services for decades. The workers do care, it's not that they don't. But each one can only handle so much and the system is totally overloaded and underfunded (I won't even get started on that one). To put it simply, "the squeaky wheel gets the grease". It's wrong, it's
pathetic, it's infuriating, but I've very much been on
both sides of the game, and it's true.
I feel like if I don't tell bbb that, if I just give her platitudes and assure her that everything will be fine if she doesn't pursue her rights, I'd be lying to her. If a friend lied to me, I wouldn't consider that person a very decent friend.
I've sat on hold on the phone more times than I can count to fight for medicaid, welfare benefits, whatever. Geez, back in the '70's and '80's I sat in welfare offices for hours (three, four), waiting to be seen. And the workers back then were neither kind nor caring. Fortunately, that part of the whole thing has improved...better education and awareness of mental illness and stigma has, for example, improved the attitudes of social service workers.
Anyway, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. Believe it or not, I was trying my best to be helpful.