I've need a transfer from my current housing situation, but I've got a problem getting the medical documentation I need
The problem I have
with getting the medical documentation I need to get more appropriate
housing and other things is the form of treatment I have chosen and
the rationale behind it.
Under normal
circumstances a person suffering the kind of mental illness I am
suffering has to be heavily medicated.
I believe – and
there is a growing body of research to back this up – that both the
effectiveness of these drugs is questionable in the long run, and
that they come with a number of dangers, some of which I am
particularly vulnerable to, like drug dependency.
I also
believe that many of the difficulties that bring out my mental
illness, and interfere with the treatment I have chosen are
circumstantial, and not at all to do with my mental health. In fact I
believe that the frequency and severity of events that I have been
living with now for a number of years speaks for itself. It would be
enough to drive anyone mad.
So, since I’m stuck here the
usual psychotherapeutic way of deal with circumstances you can’t
change is to change the way you process the information. When I
detail what my treatment actually is, I think you’ll find much of
it is about changing my thought processes and behaviours to do just
this.
So what is my
treatment? Well, after doing a lot of reading about conventional
therapies, and having tried everything from CBT to mindfulness, to
rehab, to phychologists, I decided to start from scratch on a
different premise.
The premise was to allow myself to
recognise that these circumstances that I can’t change are quite
unreasonable, and to allow myself be angry about that. To pursue my
own good health in spite of
that fact. And when I looked at the evidence around what actually
does work for good mental health, I found that there were no easy
paths. The things that work are the basics. Sleep, good food,
exercise, keeping your mind active...basically having a healthy
lifestyle.
I have also had to persue this new regimen
while often under duress, so I have had to think about how the fact
that I am constantly triggered while going through these routines
will affect what I’m doing.
So, when you are triggered,
the part of your mind that thinks creatively shuts down, and you fall
back into automatic routines. At the beginning this was a real
problem, because almost all my automatic reactions were unhealthy.
But since I have started this new routine I have been slowly building
up new habits. And
it’s working. It’s a slow, painful process, but it’s
working.
After years of work on myself, I no longer run
away and get wasted at some party whenever there’s a problem. I am
rid of all my addictions aside from pot and cigarettes, which are
next on the list but require a peaceful place to be to get there. I
have read 80 – 100 books, and studied them, highlighting and
rewriting parts of them as I go to memorise them. I have done a
number of commercial pieces including a DVD cover, a large sculpture
that got David Walsh’s attention, and various bits of advertising
done for friends. I have also done some quite laborious storyboarding
for movies and music videos.
My theory is that if I have a
couple of books going, my blog to write, and a few projects going on
at any one time, if I get triggered at home I can fall into which
ever one of these healthy activities jumps into my racing mind from
moment to moment.
But
all the while, things in these flats have been getting slowly worse
for me since I was at Stainforth
Court. That’s not to say the incidents overall in the flats have
been worse. The problem is the amount of negative attention on my
flat in the general community, and the amount of agro, and outright
abuse directed at it, and occasionally threats. This
went from almost non of the agro involving me personally at
stainforth court, to one or two people here causing me trouble
(leading to getting assaulted) to now, which has all of a sudden
turned into every single drug user in these blocks convinced I am a
narc, which I think anyone will tell you is a dangerous and
unpredictable situation. There are at least six or more flats in
miles street and about the same in the livingston street flats. I am
inundated with curses, loud banging, hooning, people at my door with
serious mental illness. I try to put my headphones on, but even then
I hear them, and it is the first thing I hear as soon as I take them
off. Most nights I go to bed hearing “fuck, fuck, fuck” and wake
up to the same. It’s absurd.
At
stainforth court I was at least quite high up and away from most of
the chaos. I only ever really had to deal with it as I was coming and
going while I was there. The flat that I am in now in comparison, is
like a fish bowl. If there are a number of people in the
neighbourhood who want to express their unhappiness about me, then
there is scarcley ten minutes that go by on some days when I am not
hearing some sort of aweful voice or curse or otherwise. Often it is
not necessarily directed at me, but it IS directed at me just often
enough that every noise I hear is spiking my adrenalin.
It’s
worse here now than it was leading up to my attack, because where
back then it was just the one flat that I was finding threatening,
now I get abuse from so many flats that I never know which direction
it’s going to come from next.
It’s sending me into
coughing fits that last days, and as my doctor said to me once, even
smokers don’t cough like that. It’s a panic attack.
So
what I need is some sort of social psychiatrist who is aware of the
works of people like Loren Mosher, who believe in and can see the
social affects of mental health, and are on board with me trying to
find a social solution...namely, getting me way from the abusive
environment and into something more suitable.
So
far, I don’t feel that any of the medical professionals I have seen
so far seem to hear or understand exactly what I’ve been living
with, and their descriptions of my circumstance to not at all reflect
what I am going through. I think to a social psychiatrist or any
reasonable person really, that the cause of my distress is plain,
obvious and serious.
The
problem with my chosen treatment as far as putting me into another
block of flats or any kind of closely bunched up housing, is that
another theory I have been working on to keep myself level, is that
when I am angry or sad or want to sing, or cry or yell, that I allow
myself to. The theory that I have been working on is that my body and
mind know what they need. Also, when I do go into coughing fits and
panic attacks, it sounds quite loud and distressing. But I need to go
through these things. It was my doctor that recommended me to have a shower if I need to
decongest. I need to breathe. And
allowing myself to go through these things have been critical to the
success of my treatment. What I need is a safe environment to go
through this without copping
abuse or feeling like I am inconveniencing others. This is critical
if I am to re-train my adrenal system to realise there is no external
danger.
Unfortunately
the noises I make while I am going through this would upset any
neighbour. If I am moved to another block of flats and they start
getting upset about the noises I am making, the whole process starts
all over again and nothing has been solved.
What I need is
for housing to recognise that is repeated exposure to extreme life
events that has made me this sensitive to external noises in the
first place, and it is the same exposure that has made my recovery
such an extreme and noisey process to go through.
I
am getting to the limit to how much of my lifestyle I can change
while I am being triggered all the time. I think I have done quite
well so far under very extreme circumstances, and what I need is a
quiet, safe space where I can sometimes completely loose my na-na
while my head tries to come to terms with the nightmarish conditions
I’ve lived under for far
too long.
I need a doctor and some other form of medical
professional that understands and are on-board with all of this.
Anything less is of no use to me whatsoever.