Thursday, August 31, 2017

Lawyers: Part 1.

I’ve never had to hire a lawyer, so this is new territory. 

Last year, when my “mentally ill” brother was arrested in Tulsa, I created a notebook when I started calling attorneys.  After almost a year of getting leads, recommendations, searching the www, and now into my second notebook (the first one got full!), we’ve yet to secure an attorney that can help my brother.  

          We’ve spoken to the best and the most expensive private attorneys, Legal Aid, Oklahoma Disability Law Center (*), etc. Currently hot ‘n heavy chasing the ACLU, because law firms that know anything about mental health in Oklahoma tell us we need the ACLU.  So, we are hoping they’ll take a look at Jeff’s case, as we are circling the wagons, trying to get their attention. 
          It’s a compelling case, with evidence - and not just from the 111 days he was held in solitary confinement in David L. Moss Tulsa County Jail last year (prior to being deemed incompetent and taken to Oklahoma Forensic Center (OFC) in Vinita.  (*) (Vinita…that’s another blog for another day.)  Horrendous solitude – without even being allowed a book to read, because somehow books can be dangerous (?!) and rarely seeing the light of day.  More on that in a later blog.  (*)

Jeff is 48 yrs old.  He’s been in Oklahoma’s Mental Health “system” for 29 years, and has only gotten worse and more expensive over the years, to put it bluntly.  In a state that’s fiscally broke, you’d think someone would want to do a cost-benefit analysis, take the records (medical, fiscal, psychiatric, housing, the list goes on) and HELP the STATE of OKLAHOMA.  But no.

Saturday, August 26, 2017

An Admission

   Can I admit something? All my life I've faced my fears, consciously.  Oh... I have fears. 

  I grew up with a father plagued by paranoia. Great man, extremely smart, amazingly gifted, but...well, and I don't want and not trying at all to dishonor him.. he just lived in such "fear" that he shut himself out from the world. 
  Honesty is hard, but saying these things might help me slay some current dragons... I have always rejected living in abnormal fear. Paranoia. I "get" it. (meaning, I understand it!) And yeah, I may have leanings that way, but knowing in my core that I'm SOLID, has grounded me in knowing I can conquer and overcome.
   But today I want to admit that I'm not as strong as I try to be. My broken heart needs mending, and the fight makes me weary. I truly don't know how mom has always fought so hard, with nothing, I have so much more than she ever did... I have her as a great role model in keeping up the fight for right and to overcome all odds. My sister is also my hero. Such strong, STRONG women. And dad is my hero, too. He is wonderful, as is my brother, Jeff.