So, if you read this blog ever, you may know I’m an LPN. I’m currently almost halfway through an LPN to RN transition program in Central Minnesota.
Also, if you know anything about me, you know that I went through a time in my life when I suffered from severe depression. I broke up with my boyfriend who decided to join the military without telling me, I lost my job, and my very close friend died – all within three months of each other. I want you to understand – it is COMPLETELY NORMAL for an individual to become depressed given a junction of stressful events like that. I got over it, and I’ve moved on. I have a very happy life and I’ve never, ever seriously considered harming myself. (I’m probably too narcissistic to do that).
Several of my long-time friends struggle with mental illnesses ranging from DIC to Schizophrenia to Bipolar disorder to Crazy-Bitch-Itis. I love my friends for who they are. We have meaningful, wonderful relationships.
The fact that a lack of knowledge, fear, misunderstanding and social stigma are stacked against individuals who have done nothing wrong but obtain a diagnosis saddens me. I fight very hard to stand up for what I believe in. So you can imagine my frustration today in class when we started talking about Bipolar Disorder and my classmates immediately began to make snide comments today. It really upset me.
“Does someone who’s Bipolar get, like, a blue parking hanger and get to hang it in their car?”
Absolutely, if their disability causes physical impairment. Don’t like that? Suck it. They get help from the government to help them deal with crisis and return to society with the training and tools they need to survive and have a higher quality of life. Sometimes, they have no one else but that nurse who advocates for them. Can you imagine living your life with the only person sticking up for you being a complete stranger in scrubs?
How do you want YOUR nurse to treat you next time you’re in your doctors office, the ER, surgery, etc.?