Though this blogg was designed in part to describe how my trials and tribulatiations here at Plymouth Court and earlier  places I've lived since my Mother died 9 years ago, little has been published about what I go through on a daily basis and how that relates to my concept that the Medical System is in "Crisis." This morning I got up and I  realized  something I had previously refused to acknowledge. Today is a new day; with different circumstances; new challenges; chances to achieve life-long dreams People have been tellin telling me this all along, but it's been hard for me to hear it: I have no community of like-minded people here who are left-wing; my "treatment" is extremely regulated. I'm not even supposed to to say a word when my   brief is changed. These are just a few of the many, many things things that make me feel Medicine must be looked at  people are treated poorly, or well, factors like wealth and race play a part: My own illnesses are a big factor: at some points I'm just too "sick" to be well-oriented -ented to receive help; my own psychopathology causes me to be angry ina way I don't want to be - than the staff begin behaving more like "jailers" than caretakers       .