I know many people are past the point of mental health “awareness” and just want something to be done.
Personally, I watch docos like the ones that have been on the ABC this week out of personal (as a patient) and professional (as someone who work/ed/s in the field on mental health and disability) curiousity and interest. Rather than as inspiration porn or freakshows.
Last year I learned more about modern electroshock therapy, and how it’s not the barbaric practice it used to be.
This year, I only watch the comedy show #crackup at the end of Mental As.
Apparently up to 14% of the pop have or have had personality disorders (Like Borderline or Antisocial or Avoident PD), however they didn’t rate a mention (depression, anxiety, bipolar and schizophrenia are the go at the moment). Post-natal depression is also an area I’m used to hearing about that didn’t get a peep tonight. Nor eating disorders!
The appointment this morning was stressful, but because of the whole having to meet a new person and trying to understand what was going to happen next.
I’m with a Disability Employment Services provider which means they can help me in more tangible ways than the regular Job Services Australia people could – especially since I was a “level 1” who was supposedly quite capable of doing it all myself.
So, I have a new contact there, we spent an hour going through my history and what made me flake out at my old jobs, and thinking about what sort of work I want to get into, both short term (this year) and longer term. I have to mull over whether SP is what I want to get back into or not, and related fields that might suit me better now and in the future. I totally know that I still want to work in some sort of disability related field, but what and with who is not certain. I said flat out no to hospitality, though :p If i was stress, I wanna get paid well for it!!
I no longer have to make 10 contacts a fortnight about potential jobs, nor do I have to take that list into Centrelink at their whim. I still have to go to Centrelink now and then to prove that I’m alive or something, and tick the boxes online. They put me as capable of 15 hours work a week for now.
Oh and I also get pharmaceutical allowance and a pension card with my Newstart. Rich, baby!
No front desk just a video phone to call them to let them know your here. There were three seats, so it is also the waiting room area…
Yeah, the entrance to the office was weird, impersonal, and totally crap for people with phone phobias! Fortunately that wasn’t me, but it did add to my already heightened level of anxiety and confusion when I wasn’t able to immediately be reassured that I was in the right place at the right time and I wasn’t just imagining things.
So, I think I’ve FINALLY calmed down from it, let’s see how this all goes – I go back on the 30th.
What i got for me from Daiso while shopping for Maree’s prize :)
So, after Easter, I get to go and have a “job capacity assessment”.
This will apparently tell sennalink what support I need in order to find a job. Or something.
It means to me that I get to say yes, I feel like mt mental health and subsequent incompetence are leaving me unemployed.
And that they then get to put me through “job readiness” courses and placements.
plus get to note my “black marks” against me.
and tell me I’m not bad off enough to really need help.
I DO want to work. I’d rather be able to convince someone I can do work I have experience in. Doesn’t have to be speech. There’s a whole heap of disability and youth support I have the skills to do, but not the confidence, references or the, yes again, CONFIDENCE, to get into.
So we’ll see. I’m slightly scared to ask for reports from my healthcare team, too. I know it’s for the best, but I don’t want it on paper!!!!
Emmet: I’m just gonna come right out, I have no idea what’s going on or what this place is at all.
Unikitty: Hi! I am Princess Unikitty, and I welcome you all to Cloud Cuckoo Land!
Emmet: So there are no signs on anything. How does anyone know what not to do?
Unikitty: Here in Cloud Cuckoo Land, there are no rules: There’s no government, no baby sitters, no bedtimes, no frowny faces, no bushy mustaches, and no negativity of any kind.
Lucy: You just said the word “no” like a thousand times.
Unikitty: And there’s also no consistency.