WordPress Followers Range from Active to Silent

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Hi everyone – I hope this finds you well!

I encourage you to read this reblog “WordPress Followers Range from Active to Silent” when you have a spare few minutes.  I’ve written before to declare that I’m choosy about reblogging posts and I don’t do it very often.

I must admit that it’s very nice to be mentioned in my Aussie friend Glenn’s blog “Glenn2Point0” today.  Glenn also acknowledges my kindred spirit/blogger Kitt O’Malley in this post as well.

While that’s all fine & dandy, I’m reblogging it because I love his message. Glenn discusses topics close to my heart which I’ve written about before, such as the relationship of blogger to follower and the level of involvement one takes in being active (or passive) in the blogosphere. Everything Glenn touches on is something I find relevant to my own life and blog habits.

As far as his blog goes, I really enjoy reading his straightforward “slice-of-life” posts. Glenn’s blog includes a wide range of deeply personal issues such as bipolar disorder, loneliness, and much, much more. I never know what to expect from Glenn, which is fun. It’s truly an honor to be virtual friends with this thoughtful, inquisitive blogger.

While I’m thinking of it, why is it that most of my favorite people live in Australia and New Zealand? I’ve felt that I was born on the “wrong” side of the world for a a long time. At least I have the internet to keep me connected with my Aussie and Kiwi friends, right? And on that note, have a good day and take a peek a Glenn’s blog when you can.

Please be sure to comment that “Dy” sent you his way! :))

Handcuffed Mom

 

My girls

Fall, 2008

It seems long ago and far away

That I was handcuffed on a beautiful day

The sun shone as the officers stopped by

And because I was manic, I didn’t cry

“You’re so compliant!” one cop said with surprise

When I said bye to my girls, I had such brave, dry eyes

“5150” was sputtered in front of me

I couldn’t care less about terminology

To this day, I can’t believe it

Why a lactating mother of two would be such a threat

I needed treatment, but I complied; I was willing to leave 

My children for the hospital, near the street where I conceived

I didn’t need handcuffs – I had to laugh a bit 

I wasn’t armed with a gun…what a bunch of bullshit!

I hope no other mother who’s manic and admits it

Doesn’t go through the humiliation of being treated like a convict

 

 

I’m the first to admit that I’m not a poet by any means, but these lines came to me today.  

In fall of 2008, I had a bipolar manic episode.  My distraught husband contacted the 911 dispatch for a 5150 evaluation.  A whopping four police officers came to our house to assess me for treatment at our local hospital’s behavioral health unit.

I agreed to be brought to the hospital, yet I was still handcuffed.  It was so strange.  I didn’t resist as I didn’t want to make a scene with my baby and toddler in the house.  

Ideally instead of four officers, a trained mental health team could have come to help me and my husband.  Nowadays I’ve been reading about the emergence of crisis workers educated in mental illness emergencies, complete with home visits, and I’m so glad that progress is being made.  I only wish I could have been a beneficiary of such a program.