What happened? Are you ok?

The usual bullshit is what happened.

AP,

You know I know where you’re coming from on this. And I also know that you’re writing it here and you haven’t acted it out yet. So good for you!!

Can you tell us some more about what it is going on in your life in general? Maybe just some daily stuff.

Sorry, maybe, but I’m curious about you. Are you in a day program or just see a case manager once a week or so? What do you do when you’re not in treatment?

I sit around and rot. That's why when I see the Nurse Practitioner later today I have her put me on the absolute strongest meds possible. This way I just sit around and drool everyday.

Not in a day program. I see my Case Manager and Therapist about once a month. I play with my guns a few times a week.

Well, maybe I’ve got this wrong but it sounds like you’ve gotten things pretty much under control so you don’t hurt other people. (At a great cost to yourself but priorities are priorities.) And you can express where you’re coming from in words.

Personally, I think you need therapy more than once a month. Or something. Is there anything else you could take advantage of where you live?

You think???

I don’t want to speak out of line but you are pretty direct, too. And it wouldn’t bother me particularly if you said “Screw you” to me. I might stay away from posting on your blog, because that would indicate even to my personality disordered mind that you didn’t like what I had to say.

Given that, I wish you could advocate on your own behalf somehow? On a thread in the forum I think you mentioned that you had BPD? PD’s are serious stuff, and for us, not just the people who think we are hard to get along with. So, harking back to my OCPD and co-dependency skills I looked up the Bowen Center website. It says they specialize in brief outpatient counseling. BUT it also said.

“While brief therapy is all that is needed in most cases, longer term treatment is available when appropriate.”

It took me 10 years to get effective treatment. I had to scarily advocate on my own behalf because there was nobody else to do it. Treatments failed – well, that was my “fault”, of course.

I'm feeling better now and that's a wonderful thing. Until it happened I couldn't be sure it ever would. It's worth pushing for.

RELAX, I'm just having a bit of fun by being a smartass.

Medicaid only pays for two therapy sessions a month unless a therapist fills out paperwork requiring more sessions.

Oh. . . maybe there’s more to you than meets my eye. ;-)

Of course there is because I'm not a Jock, Prep, or Yuppie. Even when I'm gone I'll still live forever. I'll make damn sure people will remember my face and name. Jocks, Preps, and Yuppies come and go. When they're gone they'll be forgotten. On the other hand I am forever.