About
Liz Spikol was born in Philadelphia sometime in the 20th century. She started writing about her experience as a person with mental illness in 1999, while employed at Philadelphia Weekly as the paper’s managing editor. Aside from serving as that paper’s web editor, music editor, staff writer, senior editor, executive editor and a host of other random roles that she couldn’t make up her mind about, she has also worked as a Spanish teacher, as a Certified Peer Specialist during Philly’s system-wide transformation and as a communications specialist for a prison reform organization. Currently, she works at the Mental Health Association of Southeastern Pennsylvania and writes book reviews for PW. This blog — named one of the Top 10 Bipolar Blogs of 2007 and 2008 by PsychCentral — is about medications, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, OCD, PTSD, SAD (and many other acronyms), mad pride, Big Pharma, celebrities, hospitals, stigma and the recovery movement. And other stuff.
Too bad most of the people that need help that I know of receive less than $730 a month from social security disability. $600 seems to be the magic number in my county.
That is exactly the type of place I should be living in! Since having ECT, I border on being a danger to myself. I can’t tell you how many minor kitchen fires I have had and kitchen ware I have had to throw away and replace because of some of my cognitive deficeits. How much food I have had to throw out either because I ruined it trying to cook something or forgot to put it back in the fridge. I am inconsistent in so many daily tasks. I truthfully should have some sort of supervision and guidance in daily living.
I am managing to function on my own, but I’m not doing a very good job of it.
But this kind of resource is not available for me. I am either considered too functional or I make $100 too much annually to qualify.
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