The hypocrisy and double standards of Bachelor Nation

I grew up watching The Bachelor, Bachelorette and the spin off shows, now Bachelor in Paradise. It’s one of the few reality shows I enjoy watching, besides Survivor, my all time favorite show. I love watching the love story unfold, the personalities coming together to compete for the heart of the man or woman lucky enough to be chosen to find their special person. A large part of my interest is that I like to read people. To read the emotions and feelings they’re projecting and picking my four favorites I believe will make it to the end and then to pick the one I think will ultimately win the heart of the contestant. Am I right? Did my analysis come true?

I’m usually very good at the ‘art of reading people.’ Seeing through their persona to who they really are inside. To be able to see through deception and lies and see the truths behind their eyes. I’m no mind reader, but I can read emotions. Some would call that empathic or an empath, if you believe in all that.  So anyway, I really enjoy watching the show and seeing if I’m right, if I made the right picks and if they get together in the end. Did they get their happily ever after?

The show has recently changed. Did they get new producers? It went from keeping it mostly classy to a lot of trashy with scripted ‘characters’ and producer picks to purposefully spin things up and create drama. The show was fine the way it was. I’m not liking this new direction. I’m not the only one to feel that way. Yes, I understand ratings, but it’s going over the top in spinning things up and it’s feeling more like a soap opera then a reality love story. A little drama can be fun. Better them than me, right? But having to purposefully create a villain with scripted drama in every show is really ruining the original intent of the show. Even the spin off show is different, where prior contestants get together and co-mingle, getting a chance to meet the other contestants to see if they might have a chance at finding love. Now, there are hook ups before they even get together and scripted drama once again, to sway the minds of people and add their own political agenda’s into the mix. Creating cue words to be spoken over and over by the various contestants and leaking into our society through all the fans glued to the show.

I also feel it’s creating dividing lines in our nation of viewers. These scripted dramas put out for all to see with political undertones and ideas that not all viewers are ready to deal with or want. It’s one thing to allow the characters to evolve with everyday life put out for all to see, but it’s a whole other feel with ‘forced narration’ when purposefully spun and set up to create these issues and situations for our nation to debate on social media. One thing I am seeing over and over is the double standards that are alive and well in our society. Bullying is real and still alive and kicking. I also see hypocrisy.

A person’s reputation can be made or broken on this show.  These are real people with real lives and I think sometimes the fans forget about this. The cattiness is real. The pain is real for those who’s reputations are put on the line due to backstabbing and manipulation, lies and ‘drama’. I lost respect for the show, the producers, and several of the cast members after watching this season’s Bachelor in Paradise. Like I said, a little drama is fun, but the downright vicious behavior of some of the leads are absolutely disgusting and disgraceful.

It’s no longer about finding love and relationships but about digging up the most dirt and smearing each other on national TV for all to see and a nation of fans to debate and be divided over. A perfect example is Blake. Blake was one of my favorites as a contestant on The Bachelorette. I rooted for him! He’s sweet and likable, different, but endearing. I know sudden fame can easily get to a persons head. Attention, after possibly lacking it in life, can really be uplifting and exciting and provide opportunities that would otherwise, have never happened. I feel this is what happened to Blake. He’s young, single, living the dream with multiple girls interested and vying for his attention.

Being a simple fan, I can only go off of the information provided, using my inner senses to create the story and understand the situation. He dated one of the ladies from the show. He also chatted with other ladies on social media, hooking up with each other at various get togethers, some producer created and others on his own, just like any of the other contestants.  It’s what they do. Living up their moments in the spotlight and getting together for the parties and obligations as they all do. The relationship with the girl I mentioned, didn’t work out. They parted as friends. Friends with occasional benefits. Again, he’s single, his choice. From what I understand, he had his eyes on one of the future contestants of the, then, upcoming Bachelor in Paradise season. Again, I’m reading that he’s not the only one to start chatting with future contestants to see if they might want to hook up on the show. The other girl he was chatting with, who I call C girl, was very interested in Blake. That seems quite clear to all. She apparently wanted a relationship with him and based on the information provided, he didn’t. He did seem very friendly and chatty with her, as is his right.

There was a get together at ‘stage coach’ where many of the contestants attended a country music festival.  His friend with benefits showed up and they took advantage of their time together. As consenting single adults. Both of their choices. But then C-girl wanted to get together with Blake and apparently he said no. Based on the text messages that came out later, C girl wanted a straight ‘hook up’ no strings attached as implied in the conversation revealed on social media. She said, simply sex. He said, ‘That’s what they all say.” She got an uber to his room after he declined. She chose to show up at his room and she chose to ‘coerce’ him into sex.  Yes, he too had that choice. They both were drinking and drinks lower their inhibitions and shit happens sometimes.  Shit definitely happened this time.  His only mistake, from how I see it, is in not being adement about his no. Let’s put the shoes on another’s feet and flip the situation around. Can you imagine the backlash a man would get if he weaseled his way into a girls room and turned her no into a yes for ‘just sex’? The backlash would be atrocious with many thinking he would be taking advantage of her. But this was a female, rather than a male. Woman’s rights and all….

Again, two single drunkenly consenting adults. It happens. He made a mistake and he told her so. It never should have happened, but it did.  A lot of us have been there. We move on. The issue is that C girl went on national TV and purposely created drama with outright lies and viciousness to smear this guys name. Rather than go on the show to find love and focus on herself, she wasted multiple days spreading rumor and lies, stiring up the drama and making Bachelor nation turn against this guy, ruining his reputation for all to see. Remember, these are real people, and fans can be crazy.  As Hannah B stated on the Bachelorette, a comment I agree with, (but not in reference to Blake), she should have simply, “Stayed in her lane!” Instead she drove all over someone else’s lane, creating drama and spite, ultimately making her look like a desperate drama queen who felt like a woman scorned because most likely, she lied again, when she said, “just sex!”

Knowing how women can be, Blake was very right when he said, “That’s what they all say.” Some women are conniving enough to push themselves into the bed in hopes of keeping a man who has no real interest. A lot of us have been there and can relate but to lie on national TV because her plans didn’t work out for her was wrong on so many levels, it left a bad taste in my mouth and a disdain for the producers who ‘set it up’ for her to smear his name and try and ruin his reputation. I personally, applaud him for releasing the text messages. What else is a man to do? We all know that if he simply denied the accusations, no one would have believed him. I know he didn’t want to smear her name but he really was left with little choice if he wanted to get the backlash off of him and his family. I don’t blame him. I would have done the same. This isn’t small town drama, this is big time.

So the divided nation is up in arms over him sleeping with two different girls two nights in a row.  Remember, one was a friend with benefits, knowing he’s free to do as he pleases as he’s still a single man. The other was told no yet showed up at his door in her drunken state in hopes of pushing him into more than he bargained for. And yet, his eyes were on another, in hopes of winning her heart on Bachelor in Paradise. Oh the webs we weave. I just don’t understand how it’s ok to flat our lie to both Blake and to the nation of viewers but it’s not ok to be a single adult, playing the field, openly, while looking for love. Don’t a lot of them hook up off the show? Pot, meet Kettle.

The saddest thing I think I saw during one of the episodes was C girl throwing herself on Cam, only to get a rose, using him and discarding him the moment another man walked down those stairs. Poor Cam. She should have focused on herself and finding love rather than wasting the first few days bashing Blake. All she was left with to chose from was a Cam, knowing she only wanted a rose when he really wanted so much more. Then she went on to say how excited she was to meet Mike and was chosen for that date, which made me cringe. Poor Mike. The moment Dean walked down those stairs, suddenly, she’s all Dean, goodbye Mike, as she tosses aside another man to get her way with someone else. Apparently, their still together if I read that spoiler right. Funny that it happened to be Christina’s ex, since after all, it was Christina who dated Blake and was friends with benefits. It seems to me she may simply like going after her competitions ex’s. She sure did stir the pot on The Bachelor when sharing the spot like with Hannah.

So now Bachelor nation is divided on Blake with hate still spewing out of the mouths of the fans and I’m just disgusted with the whole thing. Fans are angry he was ‘hooking up’ outside the show, again, something that happens with many of them, and yes, of course, mad about the two girls, two nights apart, a mistake he admitted so let him move on from that. And that leads me to Demi. I have a like/dislike view of Demi. There are moments she’s hilarious and fun to watch and other moments she’s the epitome of mean girls. I don’t like that side of her. Demi is bi. No big deal, her choice. She went on the show to find love like the rest of them, right? Apparently, not so right. She has a girlfriend back home while she ‘figures things out’ and all Bachelor Nation can see is, “Awe, she’s coming out on TV.” The political agenda is strong. I don’t care that she’s coming out on TV, good for her, not the problem. I have a problem with the producers knowing she has a lady back home and allowing her on the show anyway, something that’s not suppose to be allowed, and yet the exception is made to drive home a political point, highly scripted and forced rather than allowing love to just happen.  And yet, no one is seeing a double standard here in regards to the girlfriend back home?

Let’s pretend for a moment that we don’t know who were talking about. Girl meets guy, they are super into each other. She spends a week putting all her eggs into one basket, totally digging the guy and giving him hope. He digs her back. After feelings have been developed, she suddenly confesses to having a ‘boyfriend’ back home that she’s still ‘trying to sort out.’ Bachelor nation would be going wild with the hate about now.

Switch it up. Guy meets girl. He spends all his time with this girl who really digs him. They are invested. He then tells her he has to be honest, that there’s a girl back home he’s been seeing and he’s not sure where his heart is….  Again, Bachelor nation would be up in arms, defending this girl and bashing this guy for even going on the show to begin with. You don’t go on the show to figure out if the person back home is right for you or not. You go there to find love with the contestants on the show!  But no, double standards and all that. Just because it’s a girl she has back home, somehow makes this right? To reiterate, I’m not bashing her for being bi. I’m not bashing her for wanting an open with relationship with multiple people.  If they are consenting, it’s their business, not mine. I have a problem with her going on to begin with. For not being straight up to begin with. For the producers creating a political show, purposely staging the drama to further their views, changing the original intent of the show and breaking their own rules to do so. Anyone else would have been outed. But because of the LGBTQ movement and producers wanting the show to go in a more liberal direction rather than letting it happen on it’s own, they allowed the rules to be broken and this double standard to exist. That’s my issue.

Didn’t Demi out a contestant on the Bachelorette recently for having a girl back home? Pot, meet kettle. Didn’t she vigorously ridicule Blake for having sex with more than one woman in a weekend even though he was open and single? Even more vulgar and classless was the comment she made on social media to another contestant who called out the hypocrisy. She involved his wife. We don’t go there. If you have a problem with someone’s free speech and viewpoint, it’s crossing the line to then viciously comment about the person’s family. I completely lost respect for her at this point. I might enjoy her funny banter with Jordan, but I can no longer look at her as a future lead to the show. She might want to work on that anger issue.

And talk about mean girls, another episode that seriously disgusted me was the airing of ‘mean girls’ when Blake injured his foot. To watch three grown ass adults completely ridicule this man and be ‘happy’ he got hurt, is just so wrong on so many levels. How is this cool? How is ok to see someone really hurting and to laugh and think it’s the funniest thing? I guess empathy is being lost in our new generation. I thought bullying was something we’re trying to speak out about and stop.  But no, due to catty women and notorious gossiping and lies, it somehow makes it right to kick a man when he’s down. Yes, let’s applaud that. Let’s glorify it and make it cool again. SMH. And Tayshia, I really liked you. I did. You lost my respect when you joined ‘mean girls’ for that catty bashing fest. I thought you were better than that. I guess I was wrong.

The point of the show is meeting people and finding love. To watch people’s love stories unfold and relationships form. The direction has changed and it’s more about catty drama and scripted set ups that leave a bad taste in my mouth. Seems the producers rather make people look bad, highlight bad behavior, and push the drama when these really are, real lives and reputations at stake. I know these people chose to be on TV and put their lives out there for all to see and judge. And yes, a lot of mistakes are made and people grow from them. Sometimes the attention can get to someone’s head and they get lost in the notoriety and attention from the show. It can happen to any of us. We’re human. But never is it ok to purposely lie on national TV to smear a mans reputation. Never is it ok to purposely mock and make fun of a man, especially while he’s ok. It’s never ok to throw stones when you yourself live in a glass house. How can hypocrisy and double standards exist on this level and not get called out? Or if you do, you get bashed for it. As our world is changing and people are advocating more for acceptance and equality and being treated with respect, we need to lead by example. It’s easier to sway someone with honey than it is with vinegar. We need to take a good hard look at ourselves and reevaluate how we judge another. Switch it up. If the shoes were flipped and it’s ok in reversed roles, then maybe we shouldn’t be bashing so much. If those shoes are on the other feet and that behavior would be atrocious, why justify it and glorify it? People really need to think before they speak. They really need to evaluate a situation before they openly judge and chose a side. Remember, there’s also two sides to every situation and somewhere in the middle, is the truth. Allow both sides to speak before jumping to conclusion. You might end up with egg on your face when you realize, the ‘truth’ wasn’t quite how it was relayed.

Bachelor needs to get back to it’s roots, the new direction isn’t enjoyable anymore. Yes, I can simply turn the channel, but like anyone else, I’ll share my thoughts before I do.

 

 

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Frustrated Ramblings once again..

I’m tired of dying every day and being uncomfortable in my own skin. Of watching the light fade from my children’s eyes as another mention of “not right now” whispers through their ears and the ensuing frustration and defeat that washes upon their faces… my kids need me now. My hubby needs me now. My mother needs me now. My family needs me now. Tomorrow might not get here and time flies, moments pass, needs go unfulfilled looking for outlets and something to fill the void from avenues best left discarded.

I remember those times. My children are there now and yet I’m here, I see, I know, but I’m not present and I see this being fulfilled while my body falls apart and my mind wants to spiral. To be so dependent on a stinking little pill to wash away the pain and fatigue yet such controversy on something so tiny that gives me life in a way few will understand. No high needed or received, just relief, blessed relief from the torture my body inflicts upon me. Some days, not near enough,  leaving me so despondent, I rather wither away and free my family from the burden I feel I’ve become.

The negative thoughts and heavy weights weighing them down like a chain around their necks in a sinking ship lost at sea. To free them. To free myself. To put an end to the drain on this life and allow healing to begin and forward movement on their own journeys this life will bring. May they never be saddled with these illnesses that grip me so tightly, squeezing the life out of me. But it’s heritable. It’s the gift that never seems to end. One generation to the next. My burden, my cross to bear laid upon the shoulders of my tender children and the guilt that consumes me because of it. My fault.

Life’s Short. Don’t Waste it on Regrets and Hateful Words

I lost a good childhood friend last year. I cried my eyes out. We had just reconnected on FB a few years earlier but I never got the chance to see her in person one more time. I regret not talking to her more. I missed out on opportunities and it sucked. We had so many memories together and moments I don’t have with others. Only a select few remain deeply ingrained in my heart. She was one of them. It sucked.

I lost my cousin a couple days ago. That hurt. I bawled like a baby. I haven’t seen him since I was a kid but we maintained contact on Facebook and I daydreamed often about winning the lottery and stopping by and surprising them with tons of money. They mattered to me. My cousins, the ones that left a lasting impression in my childhood mind. My cousin who survived cancer. My cousin who I remember so vividly seeing him in the hospital while battling leukemia and almost crying, it smelled so bad in there. That’s what stuck with me. The smell, seeing him hooked up to so many tubes and not understanding why he had cancer or what that even meant. I remember like yesterday the images in my mind but he survived. We moved on to play like normal until my great Grammy died and the family divided and moved apart and I never saw them again but the memories stayed strong in my mind, an idol of sorts, a way I wanted to live with my own kids one day, big family gatherings and get togethers with all the kids playing and enjoying themselves. It left a lasting impact on me. I miss those days. I cry that I lost him before I could hug him one more time. I just hope I may one day get to hug my other cousins before life gets in the way once again. Jackie, Eric… I wonder about Flori but she never responds to my messages sometimes and leaves me wondering why so do I shut that door?? I need reassurance. I need to know I matter. I don’t want to waste my time on people who don’t care to look back or look ahead and see that family is a precious thing, life is valuable and fragile. But I’m not going to beg for it, I want it to be natural. My cousin Michael. Does he remember me? Little Stephen? Sigh….

I lost my best friend’s dad today. He and his wife took me in as a teen for a while when I needed a place to stay. Life is precious. He fought a good fight but it was time and he’s at peace now and I don’t cry for him. I sit in the memories I have and the peace knowing he’s finally at peace. The disease a terrible thing to battle and suffer, he will no more, so I don’t cry for him. He’s at peace.

Life is precious, life can be short. It can be taken in a heartbeat and your last words matter… to those left behind. How did you treat your loved ones? What were your last words? They matter more than you realize especially when you really do realize how short life can be…

Whispering gossip…

I was sitting here listening to my husband watching a video discussing how news can alter perception and behaviors. Just last night I was explaining to someone how gossip and rumors can taint a person’s view of another especially if coming from someone they may trust or love. The little birdy whispering in someone’s ear. Over time, they are little seeds planted that grow and can influence and even change the thoughts and perceptions of another. I remember learning about this many years ago in my psychology courses. And as time and experience has shown, it is very true.

It can alter a person’s viewpoint, memories, their feelings and ultimately change the dynamic of that person’s relationship. Maybe this is why the Bible is so hard on gossip and lying lips.

I’m a Loser…

I’m a loser. I sponge off my husband and don’t ‘help financially’ by working a job. I’m lazy. I inconvenience others. I slow people down. It’s just anxiety. I’m not really sick. I’m faking it. I’m taking advantage of the system. I’m a bad parent. I don’t let my MIL use my bathroom in an emergency while going through chemo. It’s all MY fault my hubby couldn’t make his son’s wedding. I’m a liar. There’s nothing wrong with me, only mental health. I’m mental. I need a shrink. Somethings wrong with me. I’ve changed. I don’t take care of my kids. I neglect my children’s medical needs…

We have anger management but not for kids, they must be 18. 18, we don’t take your insurance. Self pay only.

Counseling and services with autism provider, the wait is currently 6 months out. Oh, you have Tricare? We only have 1 part time provider so the list is now well over a year out… after waiting over a month to get on that list.

We have EXACTLY what you need for your kid but it’s $8800 a month for the first three months then $7200 a month after that and the program is between 9 to 12 months long…. after the $2800 registration fee…

Oh, you have an urgent referral? Well, we triage all referrals and that doesn’t change the wait time much…

Where’s the website list with all the services needed listed in one place for easy access? Oh, you don’t have one for this state?

She has a WHAT in her spinal cord? Are you sure it’s benign, her backpain is pretty severe, in tears daily severe… No follow up MRI to see if there are any changes? I know google says (yes, google) that they can grow and lead to problems and neurological issues which she already has some signs of? Bye? That’s it? What’s causing the severe back pain, she’s just a child??

I have normal strength, it’s just with repetition and cold that it’s affected. You’ve run all the tests and there are no more? What about the CMAP and other test that actually test for the exact issue of repetition and cold paralysis? Wouldn’t that test prove what I’m saying I’m experiencing, I mean, that’s what it’s for and I haven’t had that one, not that I want it but it would show exactly what I’ve been talking about.. Oh, you have it but I don’t need it since my CK is low to low normal… My blood doesn’t show inflammation even when fully inflamed, I’m pretty weird when it comes to my blood tests… what? Bye? No test to prove what I’ve been talking about?? But.. I haven’t had that one and it would prove what I’m saying!! (door shuts).

No show. No show. No show… Don’t bother scheduling an appt with my kid till you can get your shit together. You have no idea what that does to an autistic child.

No show… I’m sorry. I know you were actually really looking forward to all his promises in the community and all that he shared… I know, our system sucks. I’m sorry it didn’t work out… again. (Where ARE you? Ghosted, BA in psych, only 2 in our state for BI services when we hired him).

This list could potentially be endless… It would blow your mind how deficient the system and lack of help is. Then add being disabled and needing help with the system on top of that and having no one to help navigate it. They see you for all of a few minutes then off to the next case. No one goes home thinking about you at night, nope, they’re not in your shoes so they don’t live or understand the issues that exists and the barriers to support.

FYI, I used to be the neighborhood mom. Most parents didn’t want all the neighborhood kids in their house so they came to ours. At least I knew where my kids were. I baked cookies, watched the kids, kept house, and had dinner on the table every night. We were once with a family gym membership where I found a joy in running. I was finally feeling in a healthy place after years of being ill off and on. I applied to law school. I paid for the LSAT and purchased all the books to study. I went from happy and functioning to ill, very disabled and in a wheelchair. Because I’m lazy. Just mental. I choose to be this way over the happy times with my family. Over active involvement and caretaking, a task I enjoyed. No, I rather sit stuck to my recliners day in and day out, staring at these 4 walls doing nothing while the dust grows, my muscles atrophy, the clutter piles up, our bellies rumble with hunger and the kids miss out on all the family things we used to do… I’m lazy. I sponge off my husband. Just don’t tell anyone about my 100% VA disability that covers half our income, you know, cause people don’t know about that since it’s not their business but apparently, our finances are since they’re spending time talking about it behind our backs then attacking me publicly on social media about it, like it’s their business in the first place… SMH.

Our world is a messed up place. There is a horrible shortage of help and services for people in need. There are way too many pompous judgmental people who rather point a finger than lift a finger. Too many people that thrive off drama rather than compassion and love and caring for others. Maybe I’m too sensitive for this world. Maybe I’m just exhausted and over it already. Maybe I just want to win the lottery, that will likely never happen, and live in peace and be able to afford hiring the real help we actually need because money can do that, insurance doesn’t. Our system doesn’t. But maybe I’m too lazy too even play…

No wonder the suicide rates are high, drug addiction is a thing, and people die in pain..

Snoop Dogg – Our Devastating Loss WHY??

As a disabled family, getting out of the home is a rare event. We’re isolated, stuck behind these 4 walls and events in the community take a lot of prep and planning and even then, there’s no guarantee of getting out, if it’s me attending, as I never know if it’s a migraine day, or my dysautonomia is so bad I can’t be upright. I typically have my wheelchair for events like concerts since I can’t stand for very long or walk far but my husband wasn’t able to attend so I couldn’t bring it. Winter typically keeps me in bed as the cold affects my ability to function quite a bit. I have kids on the spectrum who also suffer from my health issues. Everything takes careful planning so it’s rare we leave the home to do fun things.

On 12/14, we had a super special event planned for me and my son. For once, it was on a good day. We were both over the moon to attend this event. But an incident happed out in the community, the Ford Idaho Center in Nampa, and an injustice occurred. I am totally confused on what warranted the kind of incident and treatment that took place. An incident that not only traumatized ME but my child as well. We paid over $1600 which is a HUGE deal to us for my son and I to go to the Snoop Dogg concert AND have the after party where he was putting on a private show with food, music, a meet and greet, over $200 in loot and other gear. THAT was a huge deal to us both and we not only got kicked out of the concert but lost out on meeting him, getting our PAID for loot, and the entire experience for something that I don’t even know why.

I’ve been trying to find out WHY we were kicked out and no one has responded to our emails. This was our respite night. It seems like such a small thing to abled people but when you’re disabled and isolated, any event like this is a major deal for us. Had we hurt someone or threated security or was violent, then we’d absolutely deserve the loss of the event. The problem is that we did none of those things and at the time we were asked to leave, we were sitting together and Snoop Dogg had just come out so I don’t understand what we did wrong. My son has taken on all the guilt, the pain, the shame.

He had to witness me have a mental health breakdown outside the venue which I don’t ever do but I was treated so badly, I’m disabled and the cold affects my neuromuscular condition and my phone was in the venue which they wouldn’t let me find and it’s my assistive device with my whole life on there, alarms, appointments, calendar, my phone numbers, I can’t remember those type of things and I have to have that to manage.

The MAV guy refused to let me use the facilities (bathroom) and told me to, “go pull your pants down outside and pee.” Who says that? I explained my disability and they still refused to accommodate. I showed them my alert bracelets. They didn’t care. My son is in such an awful way right now and he has pretty severe depression so this just adds a whole other layer to things and he blames himself as he already thinks he’s a failure and he’s taken it all on himself.

There we were enjoying ourselves then everything gone, just like that, with no explanation, no recourse, no justice, and no return of the money I paid which was a huge amount to make this happen. No items that I paid for for both of us to receive that was saved for the end of the event so we didn’t have to hold it while the show was in process and no way to obtain what we paid for, no way to ever get back that once in a lifetime experience and no way to fix the damage that’s been done to us.

Why? Why did this happen? This was our night of respite. This was our chance to get out of these 4 walls that have isolated us for so long. And that got taken from us. I have written to the venue asking for answers. No one will write me back. How can one man (MAV security) make a call that effects a person’s life without any explanation, any way to defend themselves or anyway to stop an injustice from happening. How can that one man have so much control while we sit by helpless and mocked for my own disability? How can a person who is disabled be treated in a such a manor as I was without empathy, compassion, or regulations in place to keep someone in my condition from experiencing a situation like this that caused us harm?

What recourse do we have? How do we stop this from happening to someone else? How do we make sure that disabled people planning a special night out don’t have this happen to them? How do we get justice or compensation for our loss? I even wrote the venue prior about my disability checking on things and sharing how excited we were to attend. Why am I sharing this? To share what it’s like to live a disabled life. To share how very difficult it is to attend events out in the community. To share how something like this impacts our lives when you experience a devastation like this. To see if anyone has suggestions and a way for justice to prevail. To see how we can fix the system so people like us have the respite we so desperately need without the fear of discrimination or fear of having that taken in a heartbeat without a way of defending ourselves.

Injustice… The Helplessness of Injustice #SnoopDogg

Autism sucks. Yes, autism sucks. It’s not our neurotype or wiring that’s problematic. In fact, I really like the way in which we think and how we see a different side of things and perceive things a lot of people don’t. The problem is the disabilities that come along with it. The behaviors, the emotional dysregulation, the sensory processing issues, the comorbidities, the anxiety, depression and anger. Those are the things I’d change. Those are things a lot of people on the spectrum need help with and those are the things that help is seriously lacking for in our state and from what I’m hearing, many other states as well. There is simply a lack of appropriate services, lack of staffing, and total lack of understanding autism.

On paper, I have a THAT child. The problematic child. The misunderstood kid who is constantly judged for his brutal honestly, inability to handle emotions, and his verbal outbursts that might scare others or hurt people’s feelings but people don’t understand the difference between real threats and an autistic person going to the verbal extreme when feeling their emotions are out of control. For this, we are judged. We must be bad parents. We must NOT be helping our kid. We must be doing something wrong. We didn’t discipline him or we didn’t discipline him enough because that would have simply solved those ‘problems.’ Total lack of understanding. SMH. And we are judged. We are mocked. We are ridiculed. No body thinks about words vs actions. No body stops to see past the verbal language and into the actions of this child through the many years he’s suffered. If he’s such a bad kid, why has he not harmed someone? Why has he not made good on his verbal vomit? Why are any incidents against him only verbal in nature? Do they not see his love for animals? Even bugs, saving bugs from being squished and releasing them outside. His drive to help someone who’s struggling. Why don’t people see the good and only focus on the bad? The bad due to emotional regulation issues and lack of any proper supports to truly help him cope and learn appropriate skills to self regulate. The lack of a good mentor who can spend real time with him out in the community and bond with him. Where are these mentors?

So when an incident happens out in the community and an injustice occurs, the first thought of many is, “What did HE do this time?” “He must have deserved it.” “It’s his fault.” “The problem child.” But what if he didn’t do anything that warranted the kind of incident and treatment that took place on 12/14 of 2022? An incident that not only traumatized ME but my child as well. An incident that was completely unjust, discriminatory and caused a traumatic meltdown in not only my son, but me as well. An event that has scarred my brain and left me feeling vulnerable, helpless, lost, depressed, and so mortified and upset, I don’t know how to process it and get through it. Where is the justice? Where is the help? How does this wrong get made right? What are our options, our recourses? I can’t let this one go. I just can’t. I can’t stop ruminating on it and I can’t just move on. I’m traumatized. Traumatized by a situation that led to my own mental health collapse after a really tough year and spending a lot of money and excitement waiting to attend an event that meant so much to me and my child. An event that I spent so much anxiety, fear, and anxiousness over as I am disabled and it takes a lot of prep to leave my home and do something like this and in a moment, it was all taken away. Everything. Gone, just like that, with no explanation, no recourse, no justice, and no return of the money I paid which was a huge amount to make this happen. No items that I paid for for both of us to receive that was saved for the end of the event so we didn’t have to hold it while the show was in process and no way to obtain what we paid for, no way to ever get back that once in a lifetime experience and no way to fix the damage that’s been done to us. Why? Why did this happen? This was our night of respite. This was our chance to get out of these 4 walls that have isolated us for so long. And that got taken from us.

I have written to the venue asking for answers. No one will write me back. There MUST be answers. How can one man (MAV security) make a call that effects a person’s life without any explanation, any way to defend themselves or anyway to stop an injustice from happening. How can that one man have so much control while we sit by helpless and mocked for my own disability? How can a person who is disabled be treated in a such a manor as I was without empathy, compassion, or regulations in place to keep someone in my condition from experiencing a situation like this that caused me harm? I am not healthy enough to advocate for myself. My brain wants to completely shut down thinking about this night. But I need answers. I need restitution. I need help making this situation right and I don’t know how to do that. I don’t have the money to hire an attorney to fight on my behalf, to mediate this situation and file the right papers, pushing the venue to respond to my requests and get the restitution we so rightly deserve. I feel lost and so very vulnerable right now.

The Perpetuation of a Lie… and the Damage it causes.

Some people are just born with compassion while I’m discovering that others, simply aren’t. It’s taken me a while to want to even write this as I had a lot to process and I rather write with a calm mind than rant out of anger but I feel it needs to be written. Bullies seemingly exist throughout our society but I’ve noticed a worsening with people since social media became involved.

I’ve been through a lot in life, in fact, it’s enough to write a book about. I’ve gone out of my way to be a nice person and respectful of others even when they aren’t always respectful to me. I’m a peacemaker in that I rather have peace than drama. Sometimes I choose to ignore the insult to avoid conflict as I don’t like conflict. But there are people that exist in our society that not only are drawn to conflict, they enjoy the drama and seek to cause it while they sit back and watch the damage done. These are pretty low people on the totem pole of compassionate people. What makes it even funnier is when they post about how kind and loving they are after literally starting complete and unnecessary drama publicly on social media for all the world to see.

I joined the military at the age of 21. It wasn’t long after, an exposure destroyed my health. I’m currently rated at 100% disabled P&T (for those who know the lingo). That means the military pays for my injuries. I lost out on filing for SSDI since I was unaware at that young age that it was a benefit I paid into and could apply for but I had my VA disability and that truly has helped us with our finances. Finances that are, of course, none of anyone’s business. But somehow, certain people both within my family and without, seem to think my finances are their business.

I’ve never made it a secret that my health is not what it once was. In fact, over 7 years ago, it took a nose dive and I am now disabled and have been for over 7 years. That is life altering. My dreams of going to law school, to one day become a judge, now flushed down the toilet due to the lesions on my brain affecting my memory and due to the break down of my connective tissue holding my body together, so I live with chronic pain. I live needing assistance to support my body as my muscles don’t like to work like they should. I was also diagnosed with ME/CFS and if you’ve ever met someone with ME/CFS or suffer from it yourself, you know how completely debilitating it can be. Simple tasks are no longer simple. Any exertion in the slightest can cause a flare up. It involves a LOT of rest and recuperation. Not to mention having dysautonomia, another horrible condition that makes being upright not so enjoyable. It’s even worse having a child that suffers from many of these same issues. To watch your child suffer can never compare to what I’m suffering from. By the way, those are physical conditions, not mental health. So to be accused of not having a ‘real disease’ and that it is all mental health and I need to see a shrink, not only gaslights and makes fun of those with mental health issues, it’s truly disgusting to say that to someone disabled. And they call themselves nice people.

On average, it can take 15 years to get diagnosed with some of the rare diseases I suffer from. The information is simply not out there. Doctors are not trained in recognizing these conditions and with all the specialized care, getting sent out for each and every body part, where’s the doctor looking at the whole picture? It’s a fight to get a doctor to listen when you suffer from an ‘invisible’ disease, meaning it affects you on the inside and not the out, so unlike down syndrome where you may have a visual sign of the condition, the only difference with me, is my gait pattern. My gait is completely off but otherwise, if simply sitting in a chair at the doctors, I certainly look normal. I don’t ‘look’ in pain. I don’t look sick. Sadly, there are so many doctors who judge a patient on that very thing which is completely mind boggling since so many of our diseases are not visually seen. So imagine how hard so many of us had to fight to get taken seriously in the first place, to fight to be heard and to fight to get diagnosed. Yeah, that was a nightmare. Took me 16 years total for most of my conditions to be diagnosed, and 23 years for my 2 rare diseases to finally be discovered. I have one left, unaccounted for, my neuromuscular disorder, confirmed by muscle biopsy but not showing up in DNA testing. (Unless I count the disputed VUS found for HSP, but that’s another issue all together).

Going through that is enough. Adding your child’s suffering and diagnostic process is draining. Trying to care for a disabled child while disabled is something in and of itself. It’s absolutely mentally and physically exhausting. But add having to fight some of your own family members and outsiders over your REAL diagnoses and called a faker, being told I’m a loser, and I need to get a job, that I’m sponging off of my husband and I’m a mooch, that’s shocking. They’ve completely gaslit those who are disabled, those who suffer from mental illness, autism, and other physical disorders and became class A bullies for the world to see.. until they removed it from their social media platform after being called out by their favorite person, my husband, who can do no wrong. I’m going to share what happened that day and the names of those involved. Why is ok for people to be so cruel and then hide behind that cruelness? Why is ok for people to stir the pot then refuse to elaborate when making an accusation? Why is it ok for these people to jab and run. What are they afraid of? The truth? Cause that one’s wild. The entire group that ganged up and bullied me was all started and based on a single solitary lie. And they not only refuse to acknowledge it, but not one, NOT ONE, has simply apologized for their nasty behavior, for their bullying. That would have gone a long way but instead, they’ve hidden behind blocked accounts. Jab and run. Jab and run. Chickens.

To be continued when I have more spoons…

Invisible

I’m Invisible… can’t you see?

I’m Invisible, even to ME!

I’m Invisible… it’s just the life I foresee.

I’m Invisible… Invisible. Invisible even to me… to me..

I hear you, I HEAR you!

My baby boy

I HEAR you, I’m HERE

My life, my joy.

My sadness, my pain

my life, my world,

I’m here, I’m here

Please don’t go

I know your pain, I understand

I KNOW

A song. Unfinished… to be completed. DM 11/11/22

My Turn to Want to Die. Thanks CDC, DEA

Regulated to death. For living in a country that’s known to be free, we are far from it. The disabled who suffer chronic pain are widely discriminated against, regulated to death and made to jump through so many hoops and hinderances making their lives a living hell. I blame our government, the CDC, the DEA and all those who create the hardships, hassles and regulations that keep those of us disabled from truly being free, comfortable, and able to simply live. They must rather we be dead, why else would they seem to go out of their way to make sure we are so miserable and unable to live free?

I had no idea that if you’re on pain meds, you’re not allowed to have a drink, EVER. I’m not a drinker. Rarely do I touch it and haven’t for well over 10 years if not much longer. But I had a celebratory drink yesterday. I was drug tested today at my pain management appointment. I typically only get tested every 4 months but because I failed my last drug test for a substance I have an absolute true allergy to, morphine, they did a retest on me. I figured they would but had no idea that they tested for alcohol and that it could be a problem. I’m glad I asked as I was curious and that’s when I found out pain patients are not allowed to drink. Grown ass adults and we are not allowed to have a drink. FYI, apparently taking Claritin can cause you to fail a drug test for morphine. That’s the only thing we could come up with as I hadn’t had any poppy seed muffins and we definitely know I can’t take morphine. That was my first ever failed drug test and it made me feel like shit even though I didn’t do anything wrong. But now I have the threat of the alcohol showing up for simply having two small glasses yesterday in celebration. SMH.

It’s already bad enough having to go through drug testing both to ‘make sure we’re taking our meds’ and to make sure we aren’t using illegal substances. We treated like criminals. We’re treated like junkies (even though a drug addict may need pain meds too). We’re not allowed to get beyond a 30 day script even in times of national emergencies. We’re at the beck and call of being called in at ANY TIME to drop a urine sample or do a pill count and even if you’re out of state on vacation, if you don’t show up within the 2 hour window, you get dropped as a patient.

When a person lives with a debilitating chronic progressive condition, the only thing we want is some quality of life before we die. Is that really asking too much? Why is that such a problem? It’s pushed me so far in the opposite direction that at this point I rather they decriminalize all drugs and let us simply decide what we want to put into our own bodies. I’m under medicated. We’re capped at a certain MME equivalent to Morphine that is 100% discriminatory to those who need higher doses and/or meds more often. Almost never allowed to increase the dosage as your disease progresses and you continue to decline. Given just enough to take the edge off but not to truly function. Why are opioids the only drugs that cause so much hassle and mental harm to patients when so many need it to function and take it without issues?

Try being a pain patient going to the emergency room. Simply trying to fill your script, especially when you’re med specific due to sensitivities or allergies. I’m tired. I’m frustrated and I’m getting really angry over all of the hoops and treatment all because I have a disease that doctors can’t cure and can’t treat and I’m left with symptom management. How is this ok?! How is it ever ok, let alone ethical, to allow psychiatrists, addiction doctors and other people to sit on a panel and make these medical decisions over our care without a single pain management doctor on the panel to represent the very population these medications are for? I’m angry! This is not a free country. This should not be how we treat our disabled. Where is the compassion?

Ain’t No Time For That! Mental Spiral

My broken brain decides to choose the absolute worst time to melt down. Is there ever a good time though? When deadlines are looming and paperwork is piling and no one else can take the task seems like a good time as any, right?

So I FINALLY got approved for 3 hours of week home help to help with tasks I’m having difficulty with. Vacuuming, changing my sheets, washing my bathtub, meal prep. Only took several years of asking and a call to my politician to get them to finally sign me up for a service I qualify for. SMH. At least that will take the pressure off a tiny bit. What I really need is an administrative assistant to organize my life and help with the paperwork and keeping on task. Maybe that could be included in my hours, not really quite sure. I know the lady doing my qualifications was shocked with a household of 5 people, I have no one to help me. I have a disabled teen, a 12 year old that does more than anyone else, a husband that works more than 6 days a week and runs ragged on his hours off and a mother that spends her time hiding in the basement and really only comes out to ask what’s for dinner. I’m broken.

And now as deadlines are looming and my teen is transitioning to adulthood and piles of paperwork come in for his disability, ssi, home supports, services, VA dependency, health insurance dependency, and suddenly my daughter wanting to homeschool and the loads of work involved with that, not to mention the stacks of all the other tasks undone, waiting for completion or even simply looked at and the pile grows and grows and grows. I’m drowning. No time to spiral! No time to check out and take care of myself. No help. Just simply, ain’t no time for that….

Euthanasia

I recently read an article from Canada about a 20 year old male suffering from an unknown disease that is debilitatingly painful to him. He’s seeking euthanasia, legally allowed in Canada. This article hit close to home. I’ve heard that request before. I’ve heard it from my own son. I can empathize and relate to what that young man is feeling and I can only imagine the pain his parents, if present is his life, must be going through. Our medical system is failing so many of us and way too many are suffering from undiagnosed diseased, often dismissed when too complicated of a case for doctors to deal with.

Growing up, I use to think if you had a health issue, you simply went to the doctor to get it ‘fixed.’ I later learned, even using the word ‘fixed’ was an irritation to doctors. They sent me to the shrink. How was I to know that the medical system couldn’t ‘fix’ people? They simply cover up symptoms for most disorders and only have a basic knowledge in common conditions. They’re great for emergency care but not so much for complex health issues. I wasn’t shocked to read that on average it can take 10 to 20 years for many people to get a diagnosis for a rare disease. Some never do. After experiencing my own failures with the system and suffering 22 years, I know the frustration patients suffer. I know that many doctors will simply pass the buck, sending you to someone else when they can’t give an easy answer and that buck can keep on going till they simply label you with mental health and neglect the patient.

We use to treat patients with chronic pain, counting pain as an important issue to ones quality of life but somewhere along the way, the pendulum swung too far in the wrong direction and now too many are left with no medicine to treat their pain. Too many are left with a dosage inadequate to give a person some quality of life and the ability to function. When a person is suffering, all options should be on the table. Quality over quantity and addiction be damned. FYI, the real percentage of addiction from prescription medications is quite low, less than 3% but somewhere along the way, those numbers got overinflated and anti-opioid zealots led the charge, damaging the reputation of a good medication that’s given so many a quality of life worth living. That’s an article in and of itself. I’m left wondering if the poor kid in Canada is being left to suffer over ‘fear of addiction’ leading him to make that choice to end his life. How did we come to this? Suicide rates skyrocketed when the CDC ‘guidelines’ came out and patients were pushed out of pain management, dropped from being able to take a medication that gave them the ability to function. Drug overdoses increased as some patients took to the streets in sheer agony over untreated pain. Suffering from severe chronic pain myself, I can’t blame them. What life is there if it’s nothing but suffering?

I think of my own son’s pleas to let him go. My goal to get him to adulthood in hopes of buying time to find the answer to what he suffers and in hopes of finding a treatment that can give him some kind of quality of life. But our system is broken. Months to years waits to see a doctor to get passed off to another and the wait starting all over again. To trial a drug that causes issues and no relief only to wait months longer to do it all again. This isn’t the life my son wants to live. He hates the medical system and I can’t blame him. I hate it too. It’s failed us on so many levels. Next month, he’ll be an adult…

I have spent 2 decades trying to figure out my own health issues. TWO DECADES. The last seven years being disabled and trying to do anything while disabled is like trying to swim through quicksand covered in mosquito’s with flashing lights and a million sounds pounding in your head all at once. Focus! With the progress in DNA and the ability to purchase access to our own genomes, I have spent years pouring through everything I can in hopes of getting put in the right direction in my search. With the cost of whole genome testing finally being within reach, I was able to get testing done on me and my kids at the same time I finally, after all these years, got accepted into genetics. So while I wait in hopes of insurance approval for whole exome sequencing, I’ve already purchased and received me and the kids genomes. I’ve had to learn as much as I can on my own. I found the pathogenic variant for my own disease my blood showed signs of. It was confirmed by the doctors but it’s likely not THE disease that causing my neuromuscular disorder and that of my kids. So I keep searching.

I thought for sure what my kids are battling is coming from me since we have the same symptoms. Imagine my shock when I finally found a pathogenic gene for a disease which my DNA does not contain. My kids are battling something else. Now the fear of finding out if they are also battling another disease, the one in which I’m dealing with. Likely one of my kids will have both as our muscle symptoms mirror each other. They already have several of the same conditions I do but to have a debilitating disease on top of what we’re already dealing with, my mind is blown. I’m shot. I’m buried in the quicksand that’s dragging me under and suffocating me. Fortunately, I found a free program to confirm the gene I found in my kids so we don’t have to wait for the doctors to finally get them in. They have 1 year left of their 2 year wait to be seen. Of course with this new information, I’m waiting to see if they’ll expedite it like they did mine when I found my own disease. Thinking about what I’m writing, that shows you our healthcare in a nutshell when the patient is left to investigate on their own. To figure everything out without the direction or guidance of a knowledgeable doctor because we’re lacking those. They rather label you with a mental health diagnosis and send you on your way.

What a broken system. I dream of winning the lottery so I can erase the debt that drowning us and finally be able to provide the support and care we need. To be able to fix our home so we can live in a space that’s upkept and geared towards our needs. To be able to know I can provide for my children who will need that support. I feel so broken. How can I provide for their needs when I’m struggling to provide for my own? How can I financially support them as adults as when we’re barely making ends me now? Social security will never allow them to live on their own or even cover a fraction of their expenses. My life insurance would help. The thoughts that swim through my mind as I worry over our futures. Will my son choose euthanasia? Will we ever find a treatment that actually works? Will he ever have a quality of life worth living for? I’m here for my children. They are what keep me here. I can’t imagine living like this for another 20 years. My son looks at me and tells me that he only sees me getting worse, never better so why would he want to stick around and wait for his own life to crumble even more? He sees me struggle with pain, migraines so bad I rock back and forth and can’t even make it to the ER for treatment, the pain is too bad. The dizziness that keeps me reclined in my chair all day long. The pay back after a rare good day when I do what I can when I can but can never keep up while I continue to drown in the loads of paperwork and to do’s on my to do list. How do we survive? Is it worth surviving?

Who is there to even talk to about this? No one who doesn’t live in our shoes or in similar shoes can ever understand where we’re coming from, what we’re feeling. You can not even imagine the place we are at or what we go through. How can one give advice when they are blinded by their own experiences and have no experience or understanding of the daily struggle? It’s certainly broadened my own compassion and empathy for others who suffer with debilitating diseases. All options should be on the table for us. We need so many better programs and services for those in our shoes. Services the VA advertises but never offers or qualifies you even though technically, we should qualify. The rules stacked against us. It’s not as simple as people think. Would you ask a nonverbal autistic kid to tell a class a story? No? Why not? That’s like what those of us disabled are asked to do when trying to navigate a broken system and fill out piles of paperwork over and over and over again with no help or assistance while suffering from a broken brain, overwhelmed by the amount of paperwork, the pain of using your hands/wrists to write so much. The mental exhaustion just from thinking about it. Simply thinking about it, so burnt out that your brain shuts down and you just can’t. Sometimes I feel like it’s meant to be that way to weed us out of the system.

On top of all that, we’re dealing with my son’s small cannabis charge. A charge that shouldn’t even be a charge. His doctor recommended it. It helps him in several ways yet it’s illegal here. He’s not out drinking and driving, committing violence, stealing, causing harm, he’s simply medicating himself with the one of the few things that’s helped him and now they want to punish him for it. He’s autistic and the logic behind it doesn’t make sense to him or to me. I certainly don’t want him on opioids yet. I’d like to keep that as far out as possible due to the stigma and hell we go through just being on a simple drug that helps us function and reduces the pain. The DA wants to give him a few days of jail, 6 months supervised probation with drug testing and 20 hours community service. How is that helping him? He can’t even hold a job or finish school so how is he going to be able to do work in the community? Jail time for taking a medicine? Are they going to provide his medical care? Are they looking to keep him in the system? It’s not as easy as simply moving to a legal state. This isn’t black or white. This is very complex with multiple needs including caring for a family member dying of cancer. I also can’t just give up my own doctors who are at least treating me regardless of feeling like I’m undertreated, I can’t just up and move in this climate and expect to receive the same care elsewhere. I wish cannabis worked for me like it works for my son, but it just doesn’t and I don’t like the feeling like I did back when I was young.

On top of that, we’re fighting with our HOA who agreed to release us from the HOA by getting the subdivision the ability to vote on the issue and suddenly, they backpaddled saying they never agreed to that even though I have the emails stating they did. My contact with the HOA is no longer there so now they’re pulling this on me and suddenly requiring the prior fees, thousands of dollars, that were waived previously and now they suddenly say we owe the bill. I have to find an attorney to deal with this issue but when am I to find the time or the money when my kids and our health takes up every single waking moment and I have no real help with any of it. It just keeps piling on and piling on and suddenly euthanasia is looking appealing. But I can’t leave my kids. But I’m not much help to them either, or at least it feels that way.

People like to judge while sitting on their high horse but from where I’m reclining, all I see are bitter people without compassion and understanding who complain but offer nothing. No, we’re not a typical normal family. We’re disabled by rare disease and that impacts every bit of our lives. What might work for you, won’t work for us. I’m tired of people trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. It doesn’t fit and no amount of moving it around will fix that. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad if just one of us were disabled. But we didn’t get that straw! We got all the short straws. I use to have it all and I appreciated that life. Now I’m struggling to hold on. I’d take it all if my kids didn’t suffer but I didn’t get that life. And yes, I ask, why me? Why us? But I can’t change anything. It is what it is but it’s hard to make lemonade when you hear your kids crying in pain.