I Am a Human NOT a “Monster”

Good Afternoon, World!!! Earlier this week President Trump did a speech in response to multiple mass shooting here in the United States. He specifically mentioned El Paso, Texas and very briefly mentioned Dayton, Ohio. He angered me a great deal with comments he made about those who have mental health challenges. He did surprise the hell out of me when he condemned racism however I find it hypocritical of him doing so as he entices people to be racist as I personally think he is one whether or not people acknowledge or not.

It appears that most if not all mass shootings that happen here in the United States are done by white males who do not have a diagnosed mental health challenge. It also appears from my perspective that no matter who the president is at the time of a mass shooting that if it is done by a white man everyone tends to go to the person being “mentally ill.” Why don’t we call it what it is, hate toward a particular minority group. We all know if a mass shooting done by a person of color or a Muslim the cops would have automatically considered it terrorism and would have been shot dead. Sadly, since it is white males doing the mass shootings they are not shot dead and it is not considered terrorism when I and many others think it is terrorism. I am sick and tired of people think that those who do mass shootings are mentally ill when that is not the fact. Studies show that only two to five percent of the violent crimes done in this country are done by people who are diagnosed with a mental illness and those who are diagnosed with a mental health challenge are more likely to be the victims of a violent crime than the perpetrator of a violent crime.

Now as far as Trump goes I am angered by what he said in his speech earlier this week in response to the mass shootings. He said that mentally ill are “Twisted Monsters” as well as “Mentally Ill Monsters.” I am sorry President Trump but I am NOT a monster, I am a HUMAN. A human that will not be violent toward anyone else but myself. (Don’t worry I am not currently at risk at harming myself.) President Trump comments like yours just adds more stigma and discrimination toward people with mental health challenges. Mental illness is considered a disability and you call folks with a certain disability “monsters” is not cool and hateful. Sadly, you being hateful toward people that are not like you is nothing new and wish you would stop it however you appear to not give a shit. People with mental health challenges are NOT monsters and we are HUMANS so please respect us.

Okay, I have nothing more to say about this topic. I want to thank you all for reading my blog. It is greatly appreciated from my end of things. Again, thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my blog. I hope everyone has a good Friday. I also hope everyone has an awesome weekend. Peace Out, World!!!

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Everyday Inspiration; Day 7: Let Social Media Inspire You

Good Morning, World!!! Today’s assignment is to let social media inspire a post. We were given a choice of five tweets from Twitter to write about. Sadly, none of those tweets from Twitter have inspired me to write. So, I thought I would go to my twitter account to see if I could get inspired from any tweets there and again wasn’t inspired. Since I wasn’t inspired by anything on Twitter I decided to go to Facebook.

As far as Facebook I really wasn’t inspired. I wasn’t inspired from Facebook because of the anger and hate from various people especially in Facebook groups. It seems that most of the hate and anger involves politics. People think that they can be cruel when it comes to being on the internet and social media. People wouldn’t say most of the shit face to face to someone as they do on social media. The worst topic that invokes peoples anger and hate is politics. Politics get people heated and when people get heated they tend to not be able to listen to the other persons side. Not being heard can cause even more anger. I just get aggravated when people start attacking each other especially if it is something people wouldn’t say or do face to face.

Well, I guess social media did inspire me to write about something but it is a topic I need to not discuss write now because I am livid about some things I saw on Facebook. I think I am going to end this blog post. I want to thank you for reading my blog from the bottom of my heart. It is greatly appreciated from my end of things because if it wasn’t for you my reader, I don’t think I would continue to blog. So, thank you again for reading my blog. I hope you all have a great day. Peace Out, World!!!

Pride Parade 2015

It has been a long, exhausting yet exuberating day. I marched in the pride parade today with my employer. It was awesome and an honor to march along side with my co-workers and clients. Many of the clients were quite surprised that many staff were not getting paid for their time marching in the parade. The cool thing about marching in today parade is that I had an option on who to march with. I could have marched with the Warm Line and Crisis Clinic staff and volunteers since I’m a volunteer with the Warm Line. I also had the opportunity to march with fellow volunteers as well as “guest” of the young adult homeless shelter I recently started volunteering at. In fact a couple of “guest” of the young adult shelter were disappointed I wasn’t marching with them however they understood why I would be marching with my employer.

My fiancé, Junior, even marched the pride parade. In fact he was with his employer. Junior is a firefighter and plays the bagpipes. Yes, that means he was marching in his rainbow colored kilt playing the bagpipe with the fire department pipes and drums. Junior, is quite the talented bagpiper. Unfortunately, I was unable to see Junior march in todays parade because I, too was marching in the parade.

Marching in todays pride parade had me thinking about my junior high and high school years. I was in marching band and loved it. Marching in todays parade had me realize how much I miss being in band.

Enough with my marching band days in junior high and high school and back to Pride Parade and its festivities. Today, was a warm, humid, cloudy day. In fact while marching in the parade, the weather decided to throw a thunder and lightning storm in the mix. In fact the rain felt good. The clients loved it. In fact they broke out into song. Not just any song. They sung “Dancing in the Rain.” Yes, they even started dancing. I wish I was able to get a picture of it however due to HIPPA laws I was unable to do so. In fact even some of my co-workers decided to join in the singing and dancing in the rain. I didn’t because I was enjoying the fact that the clients were enjoying the moment. It was a blast had by all.

After the parade I decided to go and volunteer at the booth my employer had set up. I volunteered for about an hour an half. It was nice to be able to educate the community about mental illness and homeliness and the effects it has on our community. The reason I decided to volunteer at my employers booth was not only to be able to educate the community but because Junior was farther down the parade route than I was and was wanting to do something productive as he was finishing up his portion of the parade.

When Junior was done with his portion of parade he stopped by my employers booth to come and “pick me up.” We then walked around the pride festivities and enjoyed our time together. In fact we discussed our wedding and how we are thrilled that one of his sister is now able to get married to the woman of her dreams anywhere in the United States as soon as she finds her. Isn’t it the most wonderful thing that now anyone can marry the person that they love despite their gender and the gender of their partner?

As we walked around the festivities we noticed some people holding up religious signs. In fact some of those signs were just plain ole hateful. I thought Christianity was a religion of love and compassion and not of hate and ignorance. Not only did the signs say hateful thing, the people holding the signs were saying hateful things. In fact one person told a little girl of 7 or 8 years old that not only are her daddies going to hell but she is as well. A nearby uniformed police officer stepped in and spoke up for that family. I just cant comprehend why people are so hateful especially to children.

Now that Junior and myself are home, we are relaxing. It has been a good day and am grateful that I was able to be alive during a part of a positive event in American History. I hope to blog again soon. Have good rest of your weekend. Peace out!!!