The Right Perspective is
Everything
By Allan
I Enjoy My Senior Years By Helping
Others
At the age of forty, job related
stress brought on my first episode of major depression. Since 1980, I
had been diagnosed with bipolar 1 and have had seven breakdowns
requiring electro-convulsive therapy.
My last event was four years ago,
and today I am in full recovery, not cured, but able to fully
function. I attend support group meetings at NAMI and Recovery
International. I believe my acquired coping skills and new positive
attitude allows me to not dwell on the past, which is subject to
interpretation, nor the future, which is unknown, and to focus on the
present.
For thirty years, I was able to
work on Wall Street. I've been married 51 years, have two grown
children and four grandchildren, despite my recurrent illness.
Bipolar has made me sensitive to the plight of others, more
understanding and appreciative of the people in my life.
When I am well, I think back to
the darkest days of my life, and when I am ill, I remember how I
overcame the nightmare that is mental illness seven times. If my dark
days return, I know that with treatment I can survive.
My recovery has been reinforced by
my advocacy efforts. As a member of JAC NYC (Jails Action Coalition),
I fight to end solitary confinement, especially for those with mental
illness, and I am active with RIPPD (Rights for Imprisoned People
With Psychiatric Disabilities), which fights for Community Crisis
Intervention Teams.
In 1990, after 30 years of
employment at a major firm, I was downsized and told that my position
was being eliminated due to the recession in the economy. When I
responded that I had seniority and they were keeping younger people
on the job with less seniority than I, they said seniority only
applies to union workers. So much for loyalty in the capitalistic
system. I sued under the Employment Disability Laws and was
eventually given long term disability and Social Security Disability.
Not working was a shock for me.
Having a schedule each day, putting on a nice suit, white shirt and
tie, working alongside fellow workers, engaging them in conversation
about sports, current events , their children involved in Little
League baseball, was no longer available. I had to find other dreams
and outlets that provided me with involvement.
I am now a speaker for MHA and
last month I made a presentation at Bellevue for consumers such as
myself. My biggest happiness is seeing other consumers who have
struggled to cope with their new life eventually helping others in
the support groups I attend. They help, not with advice, but by
relating how under similar circumstances they found out that
"eventually every problem has a solution."
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