No Wonder The Education And Welfare Systems Are Flawed

This has been a LONG time in the making, and it'll probably turn into a big fucking rant, but it's well worth the read. I'd say let's get started, but I don't know where to begin.

Here's the deal: A while back, let's say two years ago, I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia and Borderline Personality Disorder. It's not the end of the world, but it does put up a few barriers; and being that my entire family are a bunch of deadbeats and sociopaths doesn't help. Every time I visit the old man, All he does is stick his tongue up my ass about why I don't have a fucking job.
Anyway. As of a year ago, I was living on the streets and staying at a homeless shelter for the mentally unfit. It was depressing and those are some of the most disgusting people I've ever met. Drag queens, Speed Freaks, Swingers on Crack, Fairies and Dopers from god knows where. I was also on-again-off-again at my dad's house, but his only hobbies were threatening me and blaming me for his own misfortunes.

I made the decision a Very long time ago to never get into hard drugs, and I've stuck to it. It wasn't just because I knew they were nasty, but I was always afraid of getting sick or overdosing or worse. This is funny too, but about 10 years ago when I was living in Pennsylvania, I had a friend named Tom. He uh, he got into the raver scene and did every drug out there. One time, he had taken about 30 hits of LSD and completely freaked out. Every time I went over his house, he had his friends over, staying up for days and doing meth or ketamine. I just couldn't stick around there.
Fast forward a few months: We skipped school one day and hanged out in the woods, worked on some kind of a goofy tree fort we knew wouldn't work. A while later, Tom falls on the ground. Had a seizure that lasted about 10 minutes, he was foaming at the mouth and blood was pouring out of his nose. I couldn't do anything for him, we were too far for me to run and get help and I've never seen anyone have a seizure before. It passed, and he was confused afterwards. I told him what happened and we really didn't do anything for the rest of the day.

So yeah. Back to a few years ago at the homeless shelter: About a month into it, I was referred to a state-run mental health agency to try to find a doctor. The first person I spoke to was named Dan, and after less than five minutes I could tell that he had other interests in mind. It was a 20 questions game for him, he kept asking how he could help me. He made a personal judgment that there was nothing he could do to help me. Keep in mind that records were faxed over, about 10 pages worth of diagnosis and recommendations. He didn't even look at them and said "Referrals mean nothing", I told him I wanted to leave after that and he told me to sit down. After that, he gave me a lecture along the lines of the "A lot of people need help" mindfuck.
The only bad part about all of this is: He's not a licensed professional. His job title is simply that along the lines of a secretary, and he was making professional opinions only fit for a doctor, saying "You haven't told me anything that makes me believe you need a psychiatrist".

I filed a complaint against him, and nothing was ever done. I did talk to someone, after calling and not leaving them alone. I was dumped off onto a nice woman with a listening ear, who also...did nothing.
The lesson about that place? The worse you are in life, the more that will get handed to you.

Which reminds me of another story, funded by the same money pool (They're both funded by orange county). And I gotta tell you, those people were in serious need of help. I kept getting dumped onto a new counselor and doctor every month, each being more worse than the one before.
And I don't remember why exactly (If I thought about it for more than a minute, I probably would) But I had voiced an opinion to file a complaint against them with the state, and my doctor Nicole and counselor Heather basically "cornered" me in their office and asked what the hell the problem was. I really didn't feel like talking to them, but I could get the hint that there would be some sort of retaliation on their part if I had done anything. (Last I heard, neither of them work there any more..Doesn't surprise me either.)
Anyway, making appointments there was always a hard thing being that it was kinda far away, but they were helping with my medication. Sorta. That all ended on a sudden and I paid a pretty big price for it.
At the time, I was taking several antipsychotic/antidepressant medications, and I wasn't able to make it there all the time. I did what I could to reschedule, but no one's perfect. Plus I had a drinking problem too...More on that later.

The office on Red Hill ended my services on a short-notice and denied me their legal commitment to a continuity of care, that's a law to protect all mental health patients. If you did ask them, there's no evidence they would have to contradict my claim. What that means is that they shut the door and refused medication...Yeah, a county agency did that. I didn't find out I was terminated until I called and confirmed an appointment made several weeks prior. This was all thought up by Rink and Carlberg (Forgot to mention, she's also notorious for fighting against SSI benefits for potential recipients.)
After that, I went into withdrawals. Every time I called, they advised me to go to ER and pay cash for the medication. The end result was that I attempted suicide and was committed to a hospital.

Anyways, I'll write part two later on.