Okay, so back to
@jocko 's posting and my response. I am harassed, terrorized, followed, called mentally ill by my brother in law the lawyer. There are multiple 911 calls where I am a sobbing mess in my house with utilities and phone cut off, I am frantic and hysterical calling 911. Police come. They say 'prove that you didn't do this'. They do nothing because they think I am mentally ill because a 'high standing' member of society tells them so. They refuse to hear me because I am, in their mind, mentally ill. I eventually get to a woman's shelter and am flushed out of the first one because lawyer dude serves them papers there and they accept them. I will be flushed out of places 3 times after that within the first 6 weeks.
Eventually I am taken to hospital because I am terrified with no place to get away from them. They are getting me at work, at the shelters, following me in my car. They will not leave me alone. I tell the doctors my story. They say that my story is too 'out there' to be believed. Based on my reactions to this pathetically real situation, I am considered mentally ill. They do however listen to my 'not mentally ill friends' (thank god). They ask my friends if they believe me and they all give a resounding YES. Clearly then lawyer dude and posse are damaging me.
What do the medical professionals and police do about it? Well, the police do nothing. Doctors give me drugs so I can sleep and not 'worry about it', they pat me on the head and send me off to CBT where I am told that I am making myself ill by worrying about this. I can't think on the drugs which puts me more at risk. I don't consider this reaction a mentally ill one - I consider it normal for the situation. This is the first time
ever that I am dismissed so totally and completely. On the drugs I almost start getting used to this attitude but when off the drugs I fight those who attempt to impose this attitude on me when they don't like what I have to say/ They simply pull the mentally ill card. Conversation over.
Maybe had I had mental health issues all of my life I would be used to the condescending, dismissive, pile a kak people were throwing at me - maybe it is similar to being in a pot of water that someone just keeps turning the heat up on until it is boiling and oen doesn't notice. I am going to tell you, I noticed.
Were the drugs meant to make me complacent? 'There, there, go along now. Nobody wants to hear your silly stories. You are mentally ill remember?'
What a completely different life! Why? Because this 'dangerously mentally ill' dude has targeted me and is driving me
insane with fear and nobody will listen to me! Does this not sound wrong to anyone else but me? I am not just talking about my story here. I am speaking of what the mentally ill label does to us and how we are treated.