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"Bad brains must always feel pain."
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likefatherlikesonWho: Justin Campbell and Sasha Stanford with Hunter Alexander and Cruz Quinlan
What: Complications & Set-backs
Where: Four Winds, NY
When: Same time as this
Justin finally turned a corner and earned a Get Out of Jail Free card from suicide watch. At least, the type where he was walled-up in a mental hospital room with absolutely no means to harm himself, being medicated out of his mind - literally - and being pounded with a multitude of therapy tactics. The mental fatigue was steeped in every tiny sliver of his body and he had lost all track of time. What came next, though, was group therapy and circle support. You sat in a circle in a mutual safe space and those patients who achieved progress by offloading and having their problems acknowledged utilised the space to help them heal. Something that would never work for Justin, though his therapy team always hoped for the best.
He was struggling, but he reached the place he could admit to that without internalising, which his therapists saw as positive progression in overcoming his episodes of dissociative amnesia where his brain shut down on the most traumatic of things and he couldn’t recall that period of time, meaning he could literally do anything and only come around feeling hungover with no recollection. He lost large gaps of memory of his childhood to it for years, and the latest shit with his biological mother triggered it to all come surging back, sending him into a seriously incapacitating bipolar episode with associated psychosis. It was a lot of big words. He still didn’t know what a lot of it really meant. Just sounded like more and more labels.
( As always, his dad was overseeing that side of things as Justin’s legal carer... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: Complications & Set-backs
Where: Four Winds, NY
When: Same time as this
Justin finally turned a corner and earned a Get Out of Jail Free card from suicide watch. At least, the type where he was walled-up in a mental hospital room with absolutely no means to harm himself, being medicated out of his mind - literally - and being pounded with a multitude of therapy tactics. The mental fatigue was steeped in every tiny sliver of his body and he had lost all track of time. What came next, though, was group therapy and circle support. You sat in a circle in a mutual safe space and those patients who achieved progress by offloading and having their problems acknowledged utilised the space to help them heal. Something that would never work for Justin, though his therapy team always hoped for the best.
He was struggling, but he reached the place he could admit to that without internalising, which his therapists saw as positive progression in overcoming his episodes of dissociative amnesia where his brain shut down on the most traumatic of things and he couldn’t recall that period of time, meaning he could literally do anything and only come around feeling hungover with no recollection. He lost large gaps of memory of his childhood to it for years, and the latest shit with his biological mother triggered it to all come surging back, sending him into a seriously incapacitating bipolar episode with associated psychosis. It was a lot of big words. He still didn’t know what a lot of it really meant. Just sounded like more and more labels.
( As always, his dad was overseeing that side of things as Justin’s legal carer... )
LOG, COMPLETE