I had written an e-mail concerning discrimination against people with mental illness diagnosis. Perhaps I should have used third person in the e-mail and not identified myself as one of the people discriminated against. However, I felt honesty was more important. And I stated how the discrimination made me feel and that I hoped that others would speak out against the general attitude being demonstrated. It was a private e-mail to someone I’d never met, a higher-up.
I mentioned Adam Lanza in the e-mail. I stated that this is the kind of thing that happens when there is this societal hatred toward people with these diagnoses. No way was I threatening anything.
The higher-up wrote back and stated that there was nothing she could do about the discrimination and I wrote back that I accepted her answer. Here, I will quote what I said because I think it’s this exact statement that got totally misinterpreted: “I’ll figure out some other way to deal with it. For the sake of others like me stuck in this situation, I’m not going to sit by and do nothing at all.”
Of course, Friday I went to a protest. Is that “doing nothing”? Well, I do everything I can, and I have no money, no social clout (clearly), and I’m worn out all the time.
So Friday I came home…wham! Immediately, a knock on my door. Here are two people and a cop. Scared to death of me like I’m gonna kill someone, commit some horrible murderous act. All scared of me. (Of course, I think they are scared for other reasons, too, but anyway….Can’t get into it….)
So this goes to show ya…This is further discrimination!
Today I felt like I was just gonna crumble. Tired of the put-downs, the insults, everything.
However, I keep going. I can’t let people’s little remarks get to me too much. If I did, I wouldn’t last.