Well, I am going to fumble around this issue. You might be asking, "When you are 'supposed to be' stable enough to live by yourself, make your own decisions, and coming and going as you please..."
A big factor in staying autonomous, is how well do you know yourself. How well do you know how to recognize when those around you are embarassed, drawing unwanted attention to you in public about taking medicine, or using you? You may find that someone close to you might say one thing to you that encourages you, but then turns around and belittles you to your back. Why would they do that?
Why would they dismantle all of your efforts to become independent? This is true. This is real. This happens to a lot of us. Just when we are about to become self-reliant, our family locks us up and takes everything from us, making us start all over again and again and again and again. It was horrible for me. I would sometimes try to save for two years...when faced with starting all over again. (I had saved a thousand dollars to put towards a small apartment. But my grandmother had me locked up and she took it from me giving it to my uncle so he could make his child support payment. I never got it back) I met this scenario with depression. I felt like I had no control. And you know what? I didn't, my family controlled me, my lifestyle, and my choices.
Choices. Let's talk choices for a moment. I could have qualified for government assistance, but I never knew this option. One day, my mother told me, "I'm going to follow **** to a city...you can either stay in this state (where I know you have no options and no one to turn to) or come with me (to said state), or go live with your grandma. Those were the only choices that I knew I had. So, I chose grandma. I didnt know that she was living in as a health aide...I was there alone. Six months later I moved out. That was the last time I was allowed to be independent. Two years later I was 5150'd and the rest is history.
Privacy. Let's talk privacy. I had none. My family was always up in my business. Opening my mail, stealing my journals. Deciding life decisions for me, when I am capable of making my own. Taking me to court and not telling me what I was charged with.
The Law. Let's talk about law. I thought I had rights and safety in keeping those rights. Nope. Once you are declared disabled, you lose everything, even the right to vote and yes, that right to privacy...but the worst thing is that if the court decides you are disabled, you are no longer able to fire anyone connected to your "treatment". You can no longer decide where you live, which doctor to see, what treatment, what choices you thought you had a right to. All of a sudden, you are stripped of everything. And your life is forever changed. So, if you are considering committing someone you know, family, friend, who ever, consider what that person will never be allowed to do again. And then think some more.
ABC's in Mental Heatlh (a linkage bank of differing sites explaining mental illness and what that life looks like)
A big factor in staying autonomous, is how well do you know yourself. How well do you know how to recognize when those around you are embarassed, drawing unwanted attention to you in public about taking medicine, or using you? You may find that someone close to you might say one thing to you that encourages you, but then turns around and belittles you to your back. Why would they do that?
Why would they dismantle all of your efforts to become independent? This is true. This is real. This happens to a lot of us. Just when we are about to become self-reliant, our family locks us up and takes everything from us, making us start all over again and again and again and again. It was horrible for me. I would sometimes try to save for two years...when faced with starting all over again. (I had saved a thousand dollars to put towards a small apartment. But my grandmother had me locked up and she took it from me giving it to my uncle so he could make his child support payment. I never got it back) I met this scenario with depression. I felt like I had no control. And you know what? I didn't, my family controlled me, my lifestyle, and my choices.
Choices. Let's talk choices for a moment. I could have qualified for government assistance, but I never knew this option. One day, my mother told me, "I'm going to follow **** to a city...you can either stay in this state (where I know you have no options and no one to turn to) or come with me (to said state), or go live with your grandma. Those were the only choices that I knew I had. So, I chose grandma. I didnt know that she was living in as a health aide...I was there alone. Six months later I moved out. That was the last time I was allowed to be independent. Two years later I was 5150'd and the rest is history.
Privacy. Let's talk privacy. I had none. My family was always up in my business. Opening my mail, stealing my journals. Deciding life decisions for me, when I am capable of making my own. Taking me to court and not telling me what I was charged with.
The Law. Let's talk about law. I thought I had rights and safety in keeping those rights. Nope. Once you are declared disabled, you lose everything, even the right to vote and yes, that right to privacy...but the worst thing is that if the court decides you are disabled, you are no longer able to fire anyone connected to your "treatment". You can no longer decide where you live, which doctor to see, what treatment, what choices you thought you had a right to. All of a sudden, you are stripped of everything. And your life is forever changed. So, if you are considering committing someone you know, family, friend, who ever, consider what that person will never be allowed to do again. And then think some more.
ABC's in Mental Heatlh (a linkage bank of differing sites explaining mental illness and what that life looks like)