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May. 31st, 2009 08:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theatokosI read this at the bottom of today's PostSecret and it makes me so mad. Oakland Kaiser is where I birthed Bennett and is 10 blocks from my house, maybe less. I find Kaiser to be fine, but only because I am healthy, educated and take charge. The letter below makes me so sad and angry.
Dear Frank,
I went to the PostSecret exhibit in Walnut Creek and left a secret on a pink index card that said:
I skipped school today.
My eating disorder is back.
I've started cutting again.
On my way home I went to the Oakland Kaiser to ask for help. They put me on the phone and I was shuffled around and transferred six times and asked the same questions over and over again until someone finally connected me to the after-hours (it was 4:00PM) urgent psych nurse.
The urgent psych nurse got mad at me and started raising her voice saying I was being too vague and she couldn't help me because I was sobbing and didn't know what was wrong.
I left numb with dejection and hopelessness. I went home and cut myself. I still don't know why. But I cleaned myself up and just sat in my room staring outside for a long long time before picking up my PostSecret books and reading through all of them completely. I felt a little less alone.
I have no idea if this is the right email address to send this to or if you will even read it. But I am writing this to say Thank you for showing me that I am not alone in my solitude. Thank you for taking time. Thank you for giving the gift of PostSecret.
Dear Frank,
I went to the PostSecret exhibit in Walnut Creek and left a secret on a pink index card that said:
I skipped school today.
My eating disorder is back.
I've started cutting again.
On my way home I went to the Oakland Kaiser to ask for help. They put me on the phone and I was shuffled around and transferred six times and asked the same questions over and over again until someone finally connected me to the after-hours (it was 4:00PM) urgent psych nurse.
The urgent psych nurse got mad at me and started raising her voice saying I was being too vague and she couldn't help me because I was sobbing and didn't know what was wrong.
I left numb with dejection and hopelessness. I went home and cut myself. I still don't know why. But I cleaned myself up and just sat in my room staring outside for a long long time before picking up my PostSecret books and reading through all of them completely. I felt a little less alone.
I have no idea if this is the right email address to send this to or if you will even read it. But I am writing this to say Thank you for showing me that I am not alone in my solitude. Thank you for taking time. Thank you for giving the gift of PostSecret.