Yesterday my husband and I visited the tax man. We filed an extention on our taxes, so now we are doing them in October.
Two years ago I felt like I had to explain to man who prepares our taxes why I was on disability. I was on in 2010 too, but not 2011.
I told him he was one of two people in this town who knew I was on disability because I never told anyone because of the stigma involved.
He said he understands about stigma because he wife is a social worker and that with the right meds I would be okay. My husband and I just sat there. Neither one of us told him that weaning off the means is what has enabled me to have a more “productful” life. (Productful according to the Urban Dictionary means: “Fully realizing the utmost capacity of productivness. Acheiving with success one’s abilities.”  or  “When you’re so productive you start creating your own words for how much work you’re getting done.”

There’s no way in Hell I’d have the job I have now if I was on psych meds.  (Time to make a donation to MindFreedom methinks.)

Oh boy, what to do when your friends are your enemies.

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