Bad Gramma,
My son's girlfriend is in the nut hut. (And, yes, I can use the term nut hut through appropriation from my personal experience there, and having family who also have been guests in the funhouse.) She and my son are both bi-polar. She decided not to take her meds. This is not uncommon to this segment of society. They think they are doing fine, so they don't need medication.
Girlfriend will be in the nut hut awhile. She had a "nervous breakdown" at work. My son lives on disability, supplemented by his job as a custodian at the YMCA. He tried taking computer classes with the idea of getting a decent paying full time job. It was too stressful for him. At least he tried.
When you are bi-polar, keeping things on an even keel is as important as taking your meds. So the current situation is causing duress. My son does not know how he will be able to pay the extra $500.00 in rent that girlfriend won't be able to contribute. Or pay for her food and other necessities. He is overwhelmed. Girlfriend's adult daughter is also living with them, and not paying her share.
Girlfriend has worked a rash of jobs. She doesn't seem to be able to keep one for very long. There is always some obstacle that can't be overcome. She bought a second-hand car using one of those scam places that gives payday loans. Yay. She will not be able to make the payments, and her bad decision will be repossessed. Bad financial choices are common to bi-polar people. My son is not good with money either.
I advised my son to make a list of things that need to change in this relationship. Then make a list of the positive things and the negative things. What can you not tolerate? This will make a clearer path to what needs to happen. His impulse is to call it a day with her, but they are good for each other. The dating scene for my forty-something son has been grim. I'm not sure trading for someone else is the answer.
I suggest that girlfriend move back in with her evil parents until she can get her shit in a pile. But, they already have a full house of nieces and nephews. I have to wonder what kind of money this is bringing in for them. They are users and abusers to their own children, which likely contributed to the onset of her mental illness. The streets are full of homeless people who didn't take their meds.
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Thursday, May 19, 2016
Gordian Knot
Bad Gramma,
Yesterday was my monthly mental health tune up. I didn't have any Gordian knots to work out, so I was happy to hear all about my therapist's intended new direction with her work. I've got ten years on her and am in the gifted spectrum for how to tell someone to fuck off. She took notes. I want to tell these assholes she works for what's what and how.
They have created a hostile work environment with unrealistic productivity expectations. There is such a shortage of professionals in this state that we fly in psychiatrists to help cope with the case loads. This is not conducive to effectively helping the client. There needs to be a connection. Mental health is not an assembly line job.
We practiced the Minnesota Nice passive aggressive method, where you say something sort of pleasant, but twist a barb in there that leaves them with a nice mind fuck. And, NO, do not give them a mission statement for your vision of what their facility should be doing. Send that to the governor of our state, who will appreciate your talents and compensate accordingly when you are chosen for the new mental health task force.
We talk about self worth and the value of our talents. As part of the productivity push, her employer is assigning a nurse and another therapist to sit in on her sessions to see where time can be cut and money saved. The only way productivity will increase is if she wears a diaper all day. I do not want two extra people in the room when I am talking about my shit. This plan is actually a covert training mission for taking over when she is gone.
They will be sorry when she leaves for greener pastures. Dave and I will follow her like groupies wherever she goes. So go forth and create your happiness. Oh, and tell those bitches how much you will miss them. Be sure and leave your business card.
Yesterday was my monthly mental health tune up. I didn't have any Gordian knots to work out, so I was happy to hear all about my therapist's intended new direction with her work. I've got ten years on her and am in the gifted spectrum for how to tell someone to fuck off. She took notes. I want to tell these assholes she works for what's what and how.
They have created a hostile work environment with unrealistic productivity expectations. There is such a shortage of professionals in this state that we fly in psychiatrists to help cope with the case loads. This is not conducive to effectively helping the client. There needs to be a connection. Mental health is not an assembly line job.
We practiced the Minnesota Nice passive aggressive method, where you say something sort of pleasant, but twist a barb in there that leaves them with a nice mind fuck. And, NO, do not give them a mission statement for your vision of what their facility should be doing. Send that to the governor of our state, who will appreciate your talents and compensate accordingly when you are chosen for the new mental health task force.
We talk about self worth and the value of our talents. As part of the productivity push, her employer is assigning a nurse and another therapist to sit in on her sessions to see where time can be cut and money saved. The only way productivity will increase is if she wears a diaper all day. I do not want two extra people in the room when I am talking about my shit. This plan is actually a covert training mission for taking over when she is gone.
They will be sorry when she leaves for greener pastures. Dave and I will follow her like groupies wherever she goes. So go forth and create your happiness. Oh, and tell those bitches how much you will miss them. Be sure and leave your business card.
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