One Eyed Doll - Committed, Another Woogiworld Lyric Video~

Hello again. Ashy here, Muchwatts had requested i do this song, and I agreed. It was supposed to be done about, oh i don't know.. a month or two ago before i actually finished working on it.. {I'm Lazy..} And no, this doesn't mean i take requests.
Enjoy my Loves ~
!! I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG, ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE CREATORS OF THIS MUSIC. !!

[@Norinia]

I had no idea this never got any traction. I absolutely love this song because of how it seriously relates to my experiences trying to go through the mental health system + disability benefits systems to get my life back on track.
It feels like, no matter what I do, these people, the actual *freaks,* hungrily eye me, waiting and eager for the one slip up in my words, or the one moment, just one, where they can send me cascading back down to the depths of the system, and have far more control over me, while they preach and preen that “We’Re JuSt DoInG wHaTs BeSt FoR yOu” when it’s clear, looking at their actions, that’s far from the truth.
Like when I started, back around 18. I was looking at a program that would allow me to get a job without destroying my access to disability services (as I don’t have an education to get a job with the health coverage I need for my meds yet) My mom, who is my usual advocate, had surgery the day I had to go for this appointment, so my airhead dad went with me instead.
Then they asked my current school status (homeschooling) but my dad, who thinks poorly of me, decided it was okay to blab out “oH sHe’S oN a BrEaK 😏”
I immediately said that wasn’t true, but the lady, pissed by my mom not coming (my mom had an appointment with her for her disability as well, but her hand had crippling pain, carpal tunnel I think? And that was the soonest they could get her in for it. The woman took personal offense to this, rather than as a sign my mom was serious in trying to get back on her feet)
She decided to say “oH, WeLL, We’D hAvE tO vErIfY tHaT 😏” she never sent any verification paperwork, my disability aid people acted like “oH WeLL, tHaT’s ThAt 😏” and did NOTHING to help me. Only now, years later that I’m aged out of that program, did they go “oH wAaAt? ThAt’S tErRiBle AnD I cAn’T bEliEvE tHaT hApPeNeD tO yOu!! 😮” Bullshit.
And I can say it’s bullshit because of recently, trying to get a job anyways, the job resource person decided to go “WeLL, i DoN’t ThiNk YoU cAn Do ThIs JoB bEcAuSe Of YoUr PtSd, So I wOn’T aLLoW yOu AcCeSs To ThEsE bEnEfIts!!” It was a normal retail job stacking. The only abnormal part was how I’d clock in, but I was going to get a far better pay for going through the systems like that. (It was one of those freelance go where you’re needed services. Hence why you get paid better for the same work, because they don’t want to hire permanent for those rates but need extra people desperate so, those are the rates lol. Corporate bullshit lmao)
Finally, when I went to report that person for disability discrimination, I was forced to reconcile by none other than the disability advocates themselves. The whole time I was saying how I didn’t want to because of how badly this set back my mental health, being discriminated and insulted because of my disability by the last place I ever expected, and *I* was treated as the problem for doing so.
Anyhow, I guess, TDLR: This song hit more true than 13 year old me even realized back then, before all this shit happened. It’s a great explanation for even today’s thought pattern if so called ‘mental health experts and professions’. Because in truth, they are the furthest possible, and probably made today’s issues as bad as they are because of THEIR actions.

[@fancypancypony]

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