Friday, January 5, 2018

A Million $$$: The High Stakes Deal

Hello Oklahoma, and world.

I'm hoping this reaches far and wide...  It's more on the sad tale of how impossible it is to HELP a "mentally ill" loved one being criminalized in our country.  Even worse in particular states.

If you've read my blog, you know my brother, Jeff, is being criminalized.
This isn't the first time.
This has been going on since 1989.

Why did he get arrested?  It's complicated.
The drugs they force on him created his fixed delusions, but even though our mother gave each and every hospital and care facility and doctor ample information on Jeff's history, they kept injecting him, month after month, to his detriment.  Though that's not the direct focus of today's blog, I have to include it in case you wonder why he's treated like a criminal.  It's the current and unproven medical model, Big Pharma, forced drugging - even when it fixes nothing for Jeff, and is ALL a guessing game. Add in misdiagnoses and the ignoring of our mother's communications plainly telling the facilities charged with "treating" Jeff, how he would react to (in these instances) Abilify and Invega Sustenna...  uhmmm... sometimes scarily.  Direct correlation from brain drug to behavior.
(I've briefly mentioned this in an earlier blog.)  And to be clear, Jeff has never used illicit drugs. The drugs we speak of, have been forced on him in the name of "treatment."

His past experience should've taught the caregivers something.  Mom sure tried, but for naught.  Mother officially informed all the professionals, and it is all documented.  Yet, let the record show (because we have the official medical records) that Jeff was rapidly deteriorating on those "meds" - which led directly to the delusional incident of his arrest.  Paper trails are a pain, but they are indisputable as evidence.  All Jeff did was try to run from more forced drugging.

So.  That being said...

Jeff's case has civil aspects, and it has criminal aspects.  These sometimes intersect, but are separate for legal cases, and require different lawyers.  This case is a monster.  We have 30 years of records and reams of papers in files.  Thousands of emails the whole family is cc'd on.  A zillion links and attachments.  Several email accounts to safeguard, hard copies, and flashdrives safely tucked away.  This is the case that will break the system of it's bad habits.

You 
     know 
          what 
               they 
                    say 
                         about 
GOOD INTENTIONS,  right?  

Mom's long-term brilliance, due diligence, life-altering sacrifices, back-breaking/nonstop/fierce/fire in her gut to SAVE HER SON, is coming together, now.  Finally.

Let's put aside the civil case, for now.  That is broader, more far-reaching, and will be systemic changing for one and for all.  HUGE.  But hot on the burner is how Jeff is doing RIGHT NOW, today.

Not well.  I'll do you one better.  He's doing terribly.  His life has been one continuum of the most horrible hand dealt in the history of a white guy in the western world.  So, if we were betting, I'd see your ten dollars and raise you a thousand C notes.  Because that's what this criminal "mental illness" case will cost to get the attention of the judicial system.  This is a $Million Dollar$ Baby.  

First of all, no lawyer in Oklahoma wants this case.  (See my Aug 31, 2017 blog: Lawyers. Part 1.)
No lawyers in Oklahoma focus on Mental Health.  There's no money in it for them.  And Oklahoma's MedMal caps are too low for personal injury attorneys to be able to afford to take these cases.  It's a lose lose, as always.  The perpetual losing hand just got exponential.  Losing to the millionth degree, (not an exaggeration.)  I was told by a top expert in Oklahoma that this case could go into the millions of dollars and needs a TEAM of top lawyers.  And this is what THIS ONE FAMILY is trying to accomplish.  A Judge friend told me last month, that unless someone actually hires a lawyer to bring such a case, nothing will change.

It would have to go to the 
SCOTUS - 
but for a million dinero
it sure the heck ought to.






High stakes.  Powerful entities, powerful people, playing their hands.
And the guy sitting in solitary in cell W at Tulsa County Jail mental pods, is the pawn.

Do they adhere to the official medical records proving Jeff's medical condition that they just don't know HOW to treat?
No, they don't.

Do they take phone calls from family trying to help them, help Jeff?
No, they don't.

They ignore, and then the head jail administrator enters the picture telling the family his staff will now be sending any communications from us, directly to him.  Funny how when other staff member(s) there were trying to help us help my brother, and we were told they try to be "transparent" ...apparently not. That all ended. He will only respond to us with a "mailed" letter, instead of email (even though we asked to also have a digital record), but no.  David Parker says email isn't secure.  Is mail secure?  I'm sure that can be argued.  How will we even know when he does send a reply via USPS? He's clamping down on us.  Gee, thanks for nothing.  Parker has his legal team involved now, due to us sending more records.  So, all you reporters out there that tell the taxpayers how much DLMCJC is shelling out for attorney fees, add this case to that bottom line.  It has begun.
https://www.usnews.com/news/best-states/oklahoma/articles/2017-12-24/tulsa-county-sheriffs-office-legal-fees-at-850-000


Sadly, the pot is getting bigger (and the plot is getting thicker too!) with each hand dealt and played.  For Jeff, it's his life that's at stake as each day passes.  He is deteriotating.  We speak to him daily.  Mom sees him every chance she is offered, which under Parker's regime, since August 1, 2017 visits only allowed once per week, max 30 minutes.  She drives from McAlester, round trip, aged 74 and poor.  This is expensive to her monetarily, to her health, and her heart breaks a little more with every delusional phone call, and every 5 hour round trip once-a-week-jail-visit to Tulsa.  Again, high, exponential stakes.
Quite the ripple effect, the clamp has.
http://www.tulsaworld.com/homepagelatest/tulsa-jail-to-cut-visitation-days-limit-visitors-to-save/article_3f7aab26-1c1c-5abb-b4cb-c08137fb2248.html

Parker comes from a Department of Corrections background.  He deals in criminals.  Jeff isn't a criminal, but that IS his status.  The staff at the jail wears that lens, that's their job.  My point is, it SHOULDN'T BE THEIR JOB TO PUNISH THE MENTALLY ILL.  I hope to eventually get them relieved of this massive burden.  They are not equipped to handle the severely mentally ill.
https://www.catholicnewsagency.com/news/were-more-likely-to-jail-the-mentally-ill-than-get-them-help-34739

Delusions are real to those that suffer them. 
And when the delusions are caused 
by overzealous drugging, contra-indicated, 
that means
 - in this case - 
the "criminal" is the victim.  

I know that's hard for them to wrap their heads around.  Who has time to actually understand these complexities?!  It's just a LIFE in the balance.  Or is Jeff (and others like him) just a number behind thick glass and bars?  It's a damned shame is all I know.  The mentally ill deserve to be cared for, not punished.  But jailers aren't there to care.  They're there to house these "inmates" until trial.

The jail isn't DOC, and Jeff isn't even officially an inmate.  He's a pretrial detainee.  He hasn't been convicted of anything, but the longer it takes for trial, the more money each person brings in and the more sick Jeff gets.
Check this out:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gX2R0b_mqrQ
I learned a LOT from this little ditty.

We are making headway on the civil front.  Thankful.  But Jeff may be transferred back to Oklahoma Forensic Center in Vinita, in a month or so.  Then the drugging experiments will begin anew.  We are going to try to STOP that from happening again.  This back and forth from Vinita to jail and jail to Vinita is wasting YOUR TAX DOLLARS, OKLAHOMA.  And it is KILLING my brother.  Thus, we found a top attorney.  But for him to enter the case, it's a minimum of $50,000 up front.  This will include his rate and a fund for experts.  This case needs many experts.  This case will teach everyone.  And in turn, this case will end up saving Jeff, will end up saving millions of dollars for the state budget, and will turn the tide in the crap shoot of the treatment has has endured for 29 of his 48 years on this earth.  I don't know how much more he can live through.

We are taking donations, even at $1 a pop, on a crowd sourcing site.  Message me if you want to help.  It's way too much for one family, and there are many families like ours that we will be making a much better future for, with THIS CASE.

It's time.




On second thought, here's the link for a tax deductible donation:
https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=TBBM3B72HWUYY

THANK YOU
LET'S DO THIS.

Jackie Welton DiPillo

Sunday, December 31, 2017

REFLECTIONS on 2017: A Record Year

New Year's Eve, 2017.  
Looking back on this past year....

December 31, 2016:  
One year ago today, my brother, Wm. Jeffrey Welton, was languishing in the Oklahoma Forensic Center in Vinita, Oklahoma, after DLMCJC Tulsa County Jail had kept him in solitary confinement for 111 days until November 14, 2016 when the court transferred him to OFC, deeming him incompetent to stand trial for his "crime."

For context, the arresting incident on July 26, 2016 was fully due to a delusional state of mind, caused by a lifetime of trauma, misdiagnosis, abuse, and 20/20 hindsight we know familial nutritional deficiencies, the adverse effects of sugar, no consistency of care in the mental health "system", forcing of every neuroleptic/anti-psychotic RX Big Pharma has to offer... 
and now we know, medical malpractice.
 
In 2017, we've been purchasing 
Jeff's official medical records. 
We were approached by someone 
in the entertainment industry to do a documentary on Jeff's life.  
So, in order to create a timeline, 
we need actual records. 


The accumulated hospital list alone, is daunting; about fifty facilities, some of them Jeff has been forced into numerous times.  That doesn't count all the times he has been jailed.  Then there's the drug list.  It is mind-blowing.  Pages and pages of neuroleptic brain chemicals, dosages, dates, doctors, facilities...  Our mother has done amazing due-diligence all these years.  She's a masterful record keeper, and documentarian.  So, the story had legs even without the newly gathered, thousands and thousands of pages of medical/psych records on Jeff.  But now, we have new, full records, bought, paid for, stamped, official, and are still gathering more.

They aren't easy to get.  Back in February 2017 we were requesting records from all five of Jeff's Vinita stints since 1989, and we were at first, ignored.  The records department did not respond to our requests, even though we have the legal right to speak on behalf of Jeff to all caregivers.  Jeff has always signed the Designated Treatment Advocate form, an Oklahoma Statute under 43A O.S. § 1-109.1.  ( http://www.oscn.net/applications/oscn/DeliverDocument.asp?CiteID=436655 )
Mom ended up having to type a release for Jeff to sign, mail it to him to turn in. Still, his case manager at Vinita did not comply.  

Next, we pursued getting his decades of records from Carl Albert Community Mental Health Center in our hometown of McAlester.  Mom again typed a FULL release for records, mailed it to Jeff at OFC.  Jeff signed and returned it (and we have all these digitally saved) and in the spring 2017, Mom was informed by CACMHC to come pick them up.  Yes!
  (Or so we thought...)  
What happened was, [Name withheld] gave mom 62 pages, which consisted of only "Admit and Discharge" for the countless times Jeff has been held at CACMHC.  SIXTY TWO PAGES.  It was quite disappointing, because it was nowhere near what we expected to get, and even with their legal right to destroy records older than seven years, 62 pages was NOT his full and complete records.  He'd been a patient at CACMHC many times in the past seven years (on top of the past three decades the rest of which they had the right to destroy), and if you've ever seen medical records, it includes daily doctor notes, all meds, a bunch of stuff I don't yet understand...pages upon pages.  But we were powerless to do anything...

While mom was chasing this dog, I was on the nonstop lawyer hunt. A friend reached out and reconnected me with an Oklahoma Judge that I was in the Pride of Oklahoma band with in 1982. This Judge gave me a handful of attorney suggestions and I called each of them. One of these was Robin Wilson Moore. When I googled and got her contact information, I emailed her and she called me back the next day.  A very kind lady.  She didn't know anything about our story, so during the call, when she realized Jeff's life has been adversley affected by the forced-drugging at every state facility in Oklahoma, she stopped me from saying anything further, because she's the Senior Attorney at the Oklahoma Department of Mental Health and Substance Abuse Services, and the facilities I was complaining about are her clients.  WOW!  Oops...  
(Yeah, I know...I was literally ignorant, 
but 2017 has advanced my learning curve, exponentially.)  

I had already told Attorney Moore how impossible it was to get Jeff's records, even when Jeff signs a release.  Jeff's basic rights were (big surprise) being violated, and the family's attempt at helping him thwarted, due to an arrogant system of facility administrators that think they don't have to adhere to legal statutes and Jeff's own signature to GET HIS RECORDS.  We always wondered - what are they afraid of?  What's the problem with getting the records?  We are willing to pay the (exorbitant) fee for printing, etc...why are we consistently ignored?  Anyway, Attorney Moore cannot help Jeff's legal case (which is the original reason I was calling her), but because she has a good heart, what she DID do was the legal and right thing; She said her office could help us get Jeff's records. Since then, we've been able to email Attorney Moore's administrative assistant to order them each time.  She facilitates the invoice and tells us when they're ready, which has been very helpful.  My only problem with this is, what about all the other families that want/need to get official records for their loved ones in psych facilities?  This was an impossible process, and we had to get special "favors" by important people to make it happen.  It's WAY TOO HARD for Jeff (an indigent, mentally disabled person), and for the family trying to help him.  What do other families do?  My guess is, they give up.  Another reason the state of Oklahoma is overrun with jails and prisons more than half full of citizens with a mental illness diagnosis.  The system is not conducive to families helping their loved ones, even when they have the will to.  It's ridiculously difficult.  Fixing some of these issues will help ease the overburdened system, imho.  

In addition, something very interesting happened.  We asked Attorney Moore's office to 
RE-REQUEST all records from CACMHC in McAlester (again).  Less than one month later, the very same person [name withheld] that gave mom only 62 pages, suddenly produced 368 pages!

 *****Jeff's "full request" was not honored ***** 
 ***** until the ODMHSAS attorney's office put the same request in. *****  

Something's terribly wrong with this picture...and sadly, it's a systemic problem.
And yet another reason we need systemic change.
"Oh!  What a tangled web we weave, 
when first we practice to deceive."  
Sir Walter Scott

So, fast forward month after month, records request after records request, batch by batch, hospital by hospital, building the timeline with Jeff's official records, a revelation occured.  Within those many thousands of pages, we uncovered some bombshells.  Several facilities list a diagnosis code for Acute Intermittent Porphyria (AIP), which is an enzyme disorder that can mimic psychosis, but which administering anti-psychotic drugs is not ony contra-indicated, it can cause psychosis.  We've had lab tests showing Jeff's corprophorins are out of range, ( http://www.hmdb.ca/metabolites/HMDB00643 ) and mother has filed these records into the court ad nauseum all these years, as well as telling ALL Jeff's caregivers, but NO ONE HAS LISTENED.

My brother has been MedMal'd for decades, 
and while those that profess to "First, do no harm" have done just that.  
They have harmed and damaged my brother, 
and HE gets punished for it. 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Primum_non_nocere

So, yes.  This is a time for reflection...  
We reflect on our Jeff's life continuing to decline, due to those in "charge" of him, not listening.  Still.
We reflect on another long, hard year, of overcoming those that think they know better, of violating Jeff's rights by ignoring the family, which has always been the case.  The family's diligence has been intelligent...a constant search for answers when Jeff was getting worse, not better, in the "system."

We basically have to put these injurous incidents in "compartments" to be able to move forward, because there are too many egregious, repeated, occasions to be stuck dwelling on.  We have a suffering human needing rescue.  We can't spend time wallowing in every one of those "compartments".  We must keep the bad items compartmentalized, so we can continue dealing with the daily hardship of Jeff being delusional and in extreme physical pain...not getting good nutrition to the point of extreme constipation and nonstop nausea. These are both symptoms of (AIP) Porphyria, btw.  And yes, his current "caregivers" at the DLMCJC Tulsa County Jail mental pods were given the (AIP) Porphyria records on November 15, 2017.  This is the illness they need to be treating, but again, it is being ignored.  Jeff puts in requests several times each week on the kiosk, for Porphyria and Diabetes treatment, and he is ignored.  We call the medical unit (again, we are Jeff's legal Designated Treatment Advocates under the OKLA statute) but they never call back.  As always, we are ignored.  And as always, Jeff suffers due to no one listening to the FACTS. We speak to Jeff, daily.  We know how he's doing every single day.  We do not tarry. 

For some positive reflections on this year:
Some folks for the first time, stepped up, finally understanding, really trying to help. Folks in a position to start turning this battle ship around.  It has felt like a war for so many years...this feels like a miracle.  But yes, a glimmer of HOPE is in sight.  Hope, not only for JEFF, but for so many others like him, for Oklahoma, and - in my big-picture, long-term thinker mind, the entire country.

I've always believed the life Jeff has lived
 - which he does not deserve - 
would one day have great meaning. 
My instincts are telling me it has begun.  
Now, to keep pushing the envelope forward.

2017 also had some AMAZING new developments, some of which I cannot speak of, just yet.  
But this family lives in a massive state of gratitude for the new additions to "Team Jeff" 
that we didn't have one year ago.  
World changers, that have the "resumes" and credentials 
to get those that ignore the family and Jeff's records to finally, take notice.  
It seems, in Oklahoma, it takes someone "important" 
in our corner, to make ANYTHING happen.
This year, we've been getting those connections... 
...God has literally thrown them in our lap.  
Just as the timeline of Jeff's life story tells hard truths, all this will set things in a new direction, away from arrogance, to finally respecting when a mother that literally gives everything she has, every single day of her life, to SAVE HER SON, is no longer ignored.  
People will open their eyes to a new understanding, to new empathy, like never before. 
And so we move into 2018 with the energy to continue fighting on.

Jeff is currently still suffering under the punitive system he's been forced into, 
but he's still alive.  
And as long as he can do it, WE certainly can.

CHEERS to 2018!
May times long past, be put behind,
and may we all have better days ahead.

Should auld aquaintence be forgot, and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and days of auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne.
We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne. 











#ForJeffAndAllTheJeffsOutThere
Jackie Welton DiPillo
#NeedNewKindOfHospital  #Need2CARE


Saturday, December 23, 2017

'Tis the Night Before Christmas

'Tis the night before Christmas when all through the land
Families are stirring. Gathering clans.
Kindling relations, some travelling afar,
By airplane, through weather, or long trips in the car.

Parents look forward to seeing bright eyes
Awaken the morrow to Santa's surprise.
Opening gifts of red, green and gold,
Sharing traditions, young loved ones and old.




One person can't be there though well missed, he is.
It's a troubling story; his life is not his.
He's a brother, an uncle, a long-suffering son,
Who sits in a mental-wing jail cell, alone.

A small barren room with steel toilet and sink,
His thoughts his companion; his fears on the brink.
Through thick plexi-window he can see others roam
In a room not allowed him, his status too low.

The "well-behaved" have freedom beyond three inch glass
Denied to this person as he watches them pass.
Deemed "better" than him, TV programs they view
An example of incentive rewards by review.

No...no simple pleasures, alas so it goes
For a criminalized man, through no fault of his own.
Misdiagnosed; forced "meds" make him worse,
for 29 years, is this lowly soul cursed?


Downward, the spiral continues to wind,
This "consumer," this "inmate" - trapped in his own mind.
Psychosis is feared and it still carries stigma,
The system is broken! (Yet the answer - no enigma.)



A "patient" he is, needing root-cause care,
But no specialized doctors...just jailers to spare.
Society punishes: out of sight, out of mind,
Justice By Tax, but justice is blind.



Road blocks and red tape, no mercy from "the man,"
Desperate to save him, the family wringing their hands.
Judges and lawyers rule the criminal court docket,
Hammer to slammer, and make sure to lock it.

Twenty-three hours a day, claustrophobia reigns,
One hour outside offered, but it's cold to the pain.
Much older than his years, an American Fail,
So many more like him - indigent and frail.

But lo!  We have records, yet no doctors take note.
A medical mimic, ignored by arrogance and gloat.
A condition requiring keen attention to diet,
Not daily lunchmeat as protein (and oo yay they fry it!)

Only once a week visits, but no siblings allowed,
Budget cuts to save money, more blows to his brow.
The low just got lower, admin canceled his Christmas
No visit from parents, the two hour drive useless.

Caged like an animal in the jail mental pods
So much for this pricey solution, Sir Moss.
Exacerbated torment, a "grey area" debate?
Punitive mindsets are black and white in this state.




Despair.  Inhumane. It should not be like this.
He's done nothing to deserve the fate that he lives.
Why are the "mental" jailed, you may ask?
We need new hospitals! Santa, is there one in your bag?

The family's prayer is a constant on our knees,
"Lord, quiet his terrors; Angels hold him close, please."
The delusions are the criminal, but he suffers their snare,
We grieve how he's penalized and how no one cares.




We ask for help everywhere, and prayers are free.
It's been too damned long, Lord heal this disease!
This person endures more than any man should,
Hindsight will prove we did NOT do all we could. 

Jailers see "bad guys" - incarceration is their job.
Please open their eyes, and teach them, dear God.
One day in heaven, he will wear the king crown,
Proud of him I am, as the world keeps him down.

Sweet dreams, brother Jeff, we hold you so dear,
May you spend holidays with family next year.
Sorrow is heavy, clouding this Christmas moon,
But we KNOW in our hearts......OUR BLESSING IS YOU. 


*******************************************************
Merry Christmas
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Jackie Welton DiPillo

Sunday, December 10, 2017

PERSPECTIVE #NotAPityParty - Advent in the Trenches

     It snowed where I live this weekend.  It's feeling more and more like winter and the holidays.  We put up lights, a beautiful Christmas tree, and a nativity is on display.  Beautiful family traditions.
     Living in a suburb, we are far removed from the downtown, city center.  There isn't an obvious presence of abject poverty and homelessness on display, out here in the 'burbs.  I live far from the skyscrapers and concrete jungle.  Maybe that's why I'm not "numb" and overwhelmed when I see a panhandler on the street corner holding a "need work" sign, or the bag lady under a bridge, wrapped in a shoddy blanket.  I still have room for compassion, because it's not my every day, up close.
It would be hard to see that every day, without turning a blind eye.  Even if you want to help, you can't help everyone. That's true. In my world I may not regularly see the weathered, scruffy man, walking to a shelter, hoping to have a warm place to sleep on a freezing night...  But I know him...well.  He's not a stranger.  This IS the life my baby brother has lived.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

POD ALMIGHTY: Being Thankful, Visitation & Saving/Making $$ on the Backs of the Mentally Ill

Jeff & Jackie 2012
BOMBSHELL:
New policy for mental pods at Tulsa jail. 
NO SIBLINGS ALLOWED TO VISIT
(my FB post 11/14/17)

We were shocked to learn this when filling out the application to visit Jeff at the DLMCJC, shiny new mental pods.
New rules:  No sibling option.
Spouse, parent, child, legal guardian, or visitor assistant, only.

The Sheriff's Department runs the jail.  Last week I filed an appeal with the jail administrator in hopes of visiting my dear brother when I came to Oklahoma for Thanksgiving.
My information is already in the jail computers because I visited Jeff in 2016 when they had him in solitary confinement for months prior to sending him to Vinita.  That was before the highly anticipated mental wing opened.  So, I can officially compare BP/AP:  "Before Pods" / "After Pods"
I'm beginning to see my long-term thoughts and social media outreach, working.  When I write honest, hard-truth posts, people DO read them!  Out of the blue, real movers and shakers see how egregious things are, how futile efforts on behalf of Jeff have been - until the power of the www gave our voice wings.  
I was contacted early this week by a Tulsa Mental Health professional, who told me that another Tulsan that can affect change asked her to check into the "no sibling" policy at the jail after seeing my blast.  (YES!!!!)  This person wanted to know the status of my appeal.  So, I immediately reached out to the Sheriff's Department again, and after several phone calls, later that day my appeal to visit was approved by the assistant jail administrator as a "one time only exception."  It is a family holiday, after all.  These suffering souls NEED FAMILY SUPPORT.  Why on earth - no, WHO on earth thinks it's a good idea to deprive the criminalized mentally ill of whatever support they have?  I've been told most families in situations like ours write off their loved ones.  It's just TOO HARD.   But we haven't, and we won't.  It's the system that's putting up road blocks, as always.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

JAIL: The New ASYLUM. This Ain't Camelot, Folks

When I look up JAIL in the dictionary, it might as well say...

ASYLUM

Let me begin with the obvious:  Jails are not mental hospitals.
     There are no long-term mental hospitals any more.  That's good, because they were horrifying places.  Then, good intentions closed the mental asylums, to be replaced by Community Mental Health Centers.  It was the brief, shining moment of a Camelot dream in our American history, when President Kennedy (who's sister Rosemary, suffered with a mental handicap) tried to find a better way.  https://www.ymadvocacy.org/the-community-mental-health-act-of-1963/
I admire him for trying.  It just hasn't worked for the most ill. 

     Now, 54 years later, the Camelot experiment has proven to not be enough for the most difficult cases.  Today, the seriously mentally ill are either invisible, or suffer fates of being treated like animals, ostracized, criminalized, and punished for their afflictions.  Things got worse, not better.
     Do we care?  I'm not sure.  Caring means doing something about it.  
     One answer is, to find the root cause.  Functional medicine is where to start.  A daunting task, as each person is an individual, and each brain is a a vast, complex universe.  But if someone is in the harrowing throws of a delusional life, how does punishing them do anything helpful? 

Friday, November 3, 2017

100 DAYS of Torture, Ongoing

THE MENTALLY ILL, CRIMINALIZED
We wouldn't treat our animals this way....but we allow humans to live in torture.
Exactly one year ago, today, was the One-Hundredth day my brother had been held in solitary confinement in jail. 
Let that sink in for a moment. Seclusion in David L Moss/Tulsa County Jail, due to a delusional episode that has the District Attorney hurling eight years TO LIFE at him, even though they know he’s one of Oklahoma’s most serious “mental” “cases”. (I separate the “words” in quotes, deliberately.) The court system in Tulsa has known him for over a quarter century. But, in the non-progressive - and in this case assbackward state that Jeff lives in, where I grew up, where my first child was born, and where my whole family still lives… Oklahoma just gets it dead wrong. 
Don’t misunderstand…I LOVE Oklahoma. But my beloved home state is a massive disappointment on this. Jeff has had serious “mental” problems so long, and his life has taxed the system (and our family) all these decades, yet the Oklahoma “justice” system allows and even exacerbates fear instead of having compassion for these tragic and suffering souls. The system jumps to an assumption of guilty before due process. It goes for the jugular of punish instead of taking real and thoughtful care of those that suffer in this way. Indeed, I’m the first one to brag that Oklahoma has the nicest people on earth. I truly believe this, and am proud of having been brought up here. But on this issue, sadly, Oklahoma wears the “we’re trying to help” proudly on it’s sleeve, but in Jeff’s case, that has amounted to a human disaster. Inhumane, i.e., lacking humanity. Makes me spit fire!