Cabin Fever: How Compulsion Feels from the Inside

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I used to live in a cabin, so I should be an expert on cabin fever.

At age nineteen, I emigrated to western New York to live on a remote piece of land, a quarter mile from the nearest neighbor and built that cabin. They didn’t plow my dirt road, so I’d be snowed in for weeks at a time, which was just as well, for the rattletrap vehicle I drove was broken down as often as it was operable. A trip to town was as special as a vacation in Paris. It took years before I realized and could admit that I really didn’t like living in the country, and would much rather be in the city, or at least as much of a city as Rochester, NY, where I am now, can claim to be.

Currently, with every non-essential business closed, due to the pandemic, I might as well still be living in my cabin in the woods. My cabin fever is back, but not nearly as bad as before. I have skills now and can confront the problem at the source before it gets out of hand. Continue reading

Why I can’t take Medicare

old-womanI would love to take Medicare, but I, and every other licensed mental health counselor and marriage and family therapist are not permitted to do so, because of an arcane regulation that needs an act of Congress to change. It just so happens that there is a bill before Congress that aims to change that: the Seniors Mental Health Improvement Act S1879/HR3032.

Today is the day that advocates for this bill have chosen to blitz members of Congress to pass that bill. As a member of the House Committee on Ways and Means, local representative, Tom Reed, is one of those members.

If you care about seniors, and who doesn’t care about sweet little old ladies and cute little old men, then contact Tom Reed, and other Congressmen and Senators and tell them that #SeniorsNeedMHCounselors, too.

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