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Ghost Writer
2016-03-22 03:43:56 (UTC)

Entry Started @ 9:29 am. Now it's finished @ 16:50 pm.

Got halfway through writing this particular entry today and my phone rang. I had to answer it and consequently lost the entry. After the phone call I was left quite shaken and couldn't finish it. I've only just got it together so I could re-write this.

Whenever I'm using the internet on my phone, and a call comes through, I lose my website that I'm on...frustrating, disappointing, aggravating and depressing...and I get unbelievably fucked off too.

It was mental health twice on the phone this morning : Cathy or Kathy and Ian.
Ian denied he had done anything wrong, made excuses about his two hearing aids and a broken leg. Kathy or Cathy just got snarkily cold with me. I didn't apologize though, which I should have.

Here are The Code of Health and Disability Services Consumers' Rights :

1. Respect and Privacy.
2. Fair Treatment.
3. Dignity and Independence.
4. Appropriate Standards.
5. Effective Communication.
6. Information.
7. Choice and Consent.
8. Support.
9. Rights During Teaching and Research.
10. Your Complaints Taken Seriously.

(Compliments of the Health and Disability Commissioner NZ.)

Needless to say for the last ten years -I entered mental health again after an absence of twenty years or so - mental health professionals have abused every single one of the items on above list and more. I'm standing up to the fuckers now. It's got to be good for me. Ian listened in the end alright, took him a while and repeatedly denied he'd done anything wrong but I was able to get him to listen.
These people in the mental health care system have too much damn power, too damn much.

Some of the world is on a crazy, insane streak and I don't like having to face this reality. I'm tired of having to deal with government bodies. Sick and tired of it. Don't want to write about this anymore on this entry...

How I kept myself well today :

Thought of my grandchildren.
Did hours of art.
Did some laundry.
Took a morning nap straight after the long phone call with Ian.
Had lunch.

Now I'm going to make dinner and find out about my poetry evening with my Catholic landlord...




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