He was in trouble and knew it. He needed help. “The system” was a confusing blur to him. He needed help with housing, with transportation, with medical stuff real bad. He wanted to work really bad. Because of so many problems, so many issues in his past he had no real resume. He wanted some education, some training. He wanted to be in control of his life.
He had been involved in the mental health system in the past. He had a diagnosis that at one time he believed was the truth about him. He knew better now but it had not been a battle without blood and hurt. He had tried several meds that had mainly made him fat and he had got off by himself and he thought that effort almost killed him.
A friend told him about how his case manager at a local mental health center had really helped. He was accessing some resources and for him life was actually looking better.
After listening to his friend he thought it was worth a try. Life was getting harder and seemed slipping out of control. He just didn’t know what to do or where to turn.
When he got there he sat down hopeful. They were direct. “We would like to help you but in order to receive our case management services you must be a patient at our medication clinic. You will have to use meds to access case management.”
He didn’t say anything he said. He just got up and walked out. He didn’t wait for his ride. He said he couldn’t wait. He walked the 3 miles home. He said he felt like screaming every step of the way.
He cried off and on when he told me. He didn’t remember being so mad.
I heard from him a couple of weeks ago. He had found another agency that didn’t have anything to do with mental health that it looked like was going to help. I liked what he said. “They think with a hand I can get over some bumps in the road. They don’t think I am the bump.”
He seems to have some hope. As we were hanging up he made a final comment. “Meds were death to me. I know for some people they are not. But what about the other people who should have got up and walked out? What about them…..”