As someone with an actual diagnosis, Stephen Bear does NOT get to play the mental illness card here. At no point in my life before or after my diagnosis would I ever think it would be OK to leak revenge porn. I literally have heard voices clear as day (I have not had hallucinations since 2016), at no point have I ever been racist or decided it would be a good idea to post a sex tape to only fans and make thousands of dollars off of such an intimate moment without the consent of the other person (or persons-what can I say, I was wild in my 20’s).
I am so beyond fed up with hearing “they obviously need help” when a person does something really shitty. Morals and ethics have nothing to do with one’s mental health. You are taught morals and ethics just like you can only be taught to be racist or sexist or abelist etc. You either have been taught or you taught yourself.
Having said that, I want to include some links that would be helpful to people with a mental illness or anyone who feels they’re going to lose it because of covid:
Yesterday Lexi cried a few minutes before her first class was over, but since then she hasn’t cried at all. She really misses her friends and teachers. I’ve said it a million times: I can’t believe my kid of all kids is popular. I was known by people I grew up with, but I was never popular because to this day I hang out with all different kinds of people and I am much more of a loner than my daughter is. It isn’t like I have no friends, but I like my independence, especially now that I am a single mom with skitzoaffective disorder with a kid who has nonverbal Autism.
Today’s teaching went well: she managed to do three classes without getting upset or wanting to leave. We took a walk for gym class and I got her some new crayons since I can’t seem to find a box around the house that has every basic color. The fact that she’s sitting with me when we have to color and doesn’t run away is a big improvement.
I’ve been spending a lot of time with my daughter the past six weeks or so. I really need to struggle snuggle with somebody and usually at some point in every day Lexi has been cuddling with me. I guess that’s a big reason why I don’t really miss having a boyfriend: I already have someone to cuddle with all of the time. It’s her way of telling me she loves me.