I had a heart attack a couple of weeks ago. I spent five minutes in the ER, got a blood draw, and within fifteen minutes, was on my way to catheterization and other treatments.
My friends know where I'm about to go with this. My non-friends don't. So let me tell you something you don't know or even care about.
If I'd had a brain attack, I’d still be sitting in the ER about to be dumped. I’d be given a shot to calm my delirium, a rather scared young nurse would watch me warily from the other side of the room, and my family would be lied to about bed availability.
E-v-e-n-t-u-a-l-l-y, I’d be told to leave the hospital — still in psychosis and untreated — and would be placing myself, my loved ones, and complete strangers in imminent danger of harm or death.
This is brain care versus heart care. Mental health is physical health. Stop the discrimination. Please.
Sandy says, “This is the train that hit Casey. He was seeking help less than two hours before the photo and the professionals sent him on his way. Casey became a blip in the news.”