Blood may be thicker than water,
but you can still drown in it.
“Can’t you see I’m busy gettin’ high?”.
Bystander Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas.
Salted Lithium is coming back…
I still need this thing… because I’m not sane yet. So next week, maybe this weekend, I start posting here again.
...diagnosed with manic depression when I was nineteen, for the next 14-years I lived without treatment or a recovery plan. I've been homeless, one time I graduated college, I've won awards for reporting on Internet privacy issues, and a weekly humour column. In 2002 I finally hit bottom and found help. It's now 2022, and I have an 8-year old son, and a 12-year old son... I’m usually about six feet tall, and I'm pretty sure I screwed up my book deal. I mostly blog at saltedlithium.com....
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Just found your blog.
Very much looking forward to your return. Am reading the old posts in the meantime.
Thanks… feel free to leave notes.
Me too, looking forward to your return.
Well now I’m just blushing… thanks.
Apparently I’m not sane either.
Just got back in from attending my Disabilty Living Allowance Tribunal (not sure what the Canadian equivalent is) and they agreed I should’ve qualified so I’m now “officially disabled” in the eyes of the law but as a thankyou I get an extra £60 a week fro the next three years AND backdated to October.
I’m feeling strangely in two minds about it…
We don’t have one, at least not one that we have to face anyway. I have a caseworker I have to see once a year — actually my meeting should be coming up soon. Because the Ontario Disability Support Program (ODSP) is subsidizing my heat and electricity I have to show them the bills and since they’re paying my rent I have to prove I still live at the same address. Then my doctor writes a letter saying I’m still nuts and I keep getting cheques.
When I started the process there was a kind-of-tribunal process, but I just filled out some forms, got my doctor to write something saying I was nuts, got some testimonials also saying I was batshit-insane, sent it all in to a central office where I was evaluated. They also spoke with my doctor directly.
I’m glad someone In Power finally decided to recognize your insanity… that mountain of Pounds will come in handy. I’m curious… being “Officially Disabled” in Ontario means the Credit People can’t collect or harrass… does the qualification do anything to help with your debt issues? Where’s your avatar?
Well, for whatever it’s worth, you convinced me you were insane right around last November… funny, that’s also pretty much when I started this blog.
“not of sound mind”… revel in it baby, now you can legally wear nothing but that red “[redacted] Rocks” T-Shirt and your black belt to the grocers where you can ask people if they’ve seen Scottie because you need to be beamed up. I know you’ve been wanting to do that.
I never liked that A. Nother Professional guy either, his lazy third eye always creeped me out.
Does this get you access to more support? Better access to doctors, freer pills, better crystals, acupuncture or something?
I think maybe it is kind of similar then. I had to do the forms and get the doctor and A. Nother Professional to back up what I was saying but because I am still without an official diagnosis (and because mental health problems don’t fit neatly into their criteria) I was turned down first go. The Tribunal is the appeal process. Its made up of an expert in benefit law, a disability rights worker and a doctor who get to ask lots of questions about how your illness affects you and then if they decide the original decision was wrong they can overturn it. They also get to recommend the length of time the award should stand for. Three years is pretty long so they must have been fairly convinced!
Garth gave evidence too and I think the fact that even though I ended up saying “no really…I’m not that bad” but then when he was called he was like “no really….she’s batshit crazy” they took his word over mine. Being as I am “not of sound mind”.
Unfortunately the stress of it seems to have fucked up my body clock and now its three in the morning and I still can’t sleep.
I’ve to go back to the doctors tomorrow anyway so we’ll see…
The last time I spoke to him he told me I wouldn’t get it (even though the guy obviously had no clue as to what DLA even is!). He told me I was incapable of work but not disabled(?) Not sure I know what the difference is…
As for the debt. Nope. Doesn’t get me out of it (though it would no doubt help when negotiating with them) but that’s all been sorted anyway. The debt advice guy I used to work with managed to get all my creditors to accept much smaller repayments over a longer term. I think I’ve reduced them to about a quarter what I’d been paying a month, so it’s manageable and so long as I keep up they won’t take any further action.
The mountain of pounds will no doubt go into the black hole that is the household finances but I have to admit it has taken the pressure off to get a “have to go to work everyday even if I am unwell” type job. I have plans to try and sell a column to my local paper and would quite like to plod on with my degree since it’s flexible anyway.
Don’t know where my avatar went…mmm
Is it back now?
Nope…I’ll go try find it.
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