If the diagnosis was cancer instead of mental illness, my child would be treated with sympathy instead of judgment. . . . → Read More: National Children’s Mental Health Awareness Day: If the Diagnosis Was Cancer…
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Right now, millions of people in the US cannot access needed mental health care. My daughter is one of those people, and her life is at risk. . . . → Read More: A Dislocation of Mind ValueOptions® would like you to believe that they really, really care about getting mental health care to everyone who needs it. I cry foul. . . . → Read More: Value Options and the Denial of Care: Continuing the Conversation About Mental Health Care  If we don’t pay for treatment for people with mental illness, that doesn’t mean we won’t eventually pay for people with mental illness. The difference is, instead of paying for health care, education, housing, and other programs that meet real needs on the front end, we pay for the disastrous consequences on the back end: police, jails, prisons, and long-term institutionalization. . . . → Read More: You Are Going to Pay for Our Kids My dear friend Kirsten has a little girl called Pickles, and Pickles is very sick. Her diagnoses include schizoaffective disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, oppositional/defiant disorder, and attention deficit/hyperactivity disorder. She has spent the better part of the past two years in two residential treatment centers, one in Denver and one here in Albuquerque, plus . . . → Read More: A Little Girl in Danger: This Is America’s Health Care Crisis  The children of Sandy Hook were just a few of the children who died last week from guns. In the US, one child dies every three hours from a gun. . . . → Read More: Ordinary Violence, Ordinary Heroism  Here’s the thing: in the beginning, everyone is lost and alone. No matter how a person goes from being parent to parent of a child with disabilities, in the beginning the world turns itself ass-end-up. Whenever the news comes or the realization dawns—during pregnancy, immediately or shortly after birth or adoption, or later—there is . . . → Read More: In the Beginning Oh, hello, world. I guess you’re all still here. I’ve been hiding in my house, decluttering and nesting and repairing various appliances and vehicles. What the hell is up with that, anyway? It’s like everything mechanical is conspiring against us. I think the refrigerator is the ring leader: Hey, hold it together! Don’t break; . . . → Read More: Where To Go from Here I’m trying to find new therapists – a clinical psychologist for myself and a family therapist for Jacob, Abbie, and me to see together. I hate making the calls. The calls to find a family therapist are easy enough. Teenagers and difficult relationships go together like Rep. John Boehner and public weeping so I . . . → Read More: Let me sum up. On our way home from his therapy appointment today, Carter and I stopped at a red light at the bottom of a freeway off-ramp. Since freeway on-and-off-ramps are popular spots for panhandling, neither of us was surprised to see a young man there. His jacket and pants were grime encrusted; his face and hands . . . → Read More: Sad About That  |
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