When I read through newspapers and see what horrible things that happen in the world by disturbed individuals I can understand why advocates wish to remove dangerous weapons from persons who are not trained to use them. I can understand why people are categorized as to perhaps being dangerous. However, I cannot understand why someone can be committed without having a trial and jury. Especially when no harm has been done to themselves or others. I cannot understand why by the words of others that they can be locked up for an unspecified time other than “up to 15 days and with the permission of two Doctors for more, if they deem necessary.
No one loves life, animals, compassionate people than I. I am spiritual, intelligent, strong and only want to be loved yet because I read the advertisement about if you are feeling out of sorts or depressed that you should call the 211 o r 800 “help” line I sunk myself into a hole.. Most people who do not really want help will not call and will go their way and it seems that most people that do want help will call for help.
My husband and I have had numerous problems during our 42 years of marriage, mostly involved with alcoholism and my coping with both him and my parents, who suffered from it. We headed for the other side of the country with my daughter and were away for approximately 35 years. About 8 years ago we moved back within 5 miles of 3 sisters and my mother so that both my husband and myself could have “family” again. When I was away I was always jealous of my girlfriends seeing a relative or someone they had gone to school with at a store or public place and hugging and catching up with.
For the first two years things were wonderful here. Trips with mom, bowling with two sisters, conferences with my older sister. Then things began to change. I’m not sure why. Probably because I knew how it was to be dealt with as a real person and not to have someone control me or to be treated as a teenager. Maybe they were jealous because I had gotten out of the small town attitude and could not accept the dysfunctions of the family. I was the circle breaker and no one likes to know that someone else thinks they are doing wrong. Perhaps because I had had many more experiences than they.
After the first two years things went drastically downhill. Everyone thought that we had a lot of money, our house was large and although I was told to not take it personally, things were given to the other three and I was started to be ignored both physically and mentally with Christmas alone (although my sister did ask us), no input in family decisions, and accusations of things that I certainly did not do against the family. The distance seemed to widen between the family, and my daughter, husband and I. The silly thing was that this reminded me why I had run away to begin with!
However, stuck we were. Economy led to us not being able to sell the house. Now we have lowered it $20,000 from what we purchased it at. We felt we needed this house and it was perfect because when we purchased it, the other houses we looked at were a mess, this was large enough to hold my antiques, I had horses and this had enough acreage for them. It has a wonderful 1800’s barn and the house needed no work. It is for sale now because we have no horses and we very much need to downsize and who needs to mow lawns the size of 11.5 acres.
Meanwhile, back to the alcoholism. You may read about that episode in my last post. I have now turned into a person who peeks out windows when sirens go by and have to answer the telephone each time it rings in case it is the Social Worker making sure I am here being safely guarded by my husband until I move to my sisters. My therapist calls it posttraumatic stress. And, my younger sister has decided she is not able to “care” for me since the State has declared me unsafe, my mother has decided that I am the alcoholic. My youngest sister has not even the concern to call me except to tell me I owe money for missing bowling. My oldest sister called to tell me she had a new dog and that I deserved all this. My daughter, I am not talking about.
I have called my family doctor to beg him to call the state to tell them I am sane and he has said that there wasn’t much he could do but he would try. I have visited my attorney to see if he could do anything but I guess it is a law. All I can say is that if you just want to talk to someone DO NOT CALL 211! Go to your mirror and have a conversation with yourself or find a friend.
This is the worst nightmare that I have ever been in, especially when my family believes what the State says over what I am saying. Again, I have written off the family. I’m not sure if it would be any use to go to Maine where all my friends and my favorite counselor are at. She is my next call.