My father, mother, sister, brother, sister-in-law, nephews, niece. All jabbed multiple times. Because I've been diagnosed with bipolar years ago (SSRI reaction) I have no credibility with any of my family. My brother is the smart, capable successful one who has a long work history with the pharmaceutical industry has been telling us all …
My father, mother, sister, brother, sister-in-law, nephews, niece. All jabbed multiple times. Because I've been diagnosed with bipolar years ago (SSRI reaction) I have no credibility with any of my family. My brother is the smart, capable successful one who has a long work history with the pharmaceutical industry has been telling us all what to do since lockdown began in March. He made fun of me when I texted him about how we would never get our freedoms back and how strange things were going on all over the world in different places at the same time as if orchestrated. He said I was imagining things. I got mad and blocked him. (I needed time away. I was already on the verge of a breakdown and his mockery and accusations of "selfishness" made it worse.)
He's trying to get Mom to convince me to go on "meds" again--though they clouded my judgement and hampered my social skills. He said the way I quit talking to him for a time proves I need them. Mom mentioned this but knows not to press the issue. And she has seen what tardive dyskinesia looks like. He prefers not to because that might force him to leave his lucrative career.
My father, mother, sister, brother, sister-in-law, nephews, niece. All jabbed multiple times. Because I've been diagnosed with bipolar years ago (SSRI reaction) I have no credibility with any of my family. My brother is the smart, capable successful one who has a long work history with the pharmaceutical industry has been telling us all what to do since lockdown began in March. He made fun of me when I texted him about how we would never get our freedoms back and how strange things were going on all over the world in different places at the same time as if orchestrated. He said I was imagining things. I got mad and blocked him. (I needed time away. I was already on the verge of a breakdown and his mockery and accusations of "selfishness" made it worse.)
He's trying to get Mom to convince me to go on "meds" again--though they clouded my judgement and hampered my social skills. He said the way I quit talking to him for a time proves I need them. Mom mentioned this but knows not to press the issue. And she has seen what tardive dyskinesia looks like. He prefers not to because that might force him to leave his lucrative career.
Vindication is sweet! Stay strong. Your discernment skills are far more credible than all others.
I don't want them to die. :(