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This is Kevins story. I am forced to tell it for him for on August 9, 1997, with these last words left to us in a note: "Dear Mom & Dad, I know I told you that I would be OK but I will never be all right as long as I live with the disease called depression. I cannot go on being a burden to you both emotionally and financially, it only adds to my burden........ I love you both.", Kevin chose to end his life. Kevin, suffered from a brain |
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disease known as Bipolar Depression or Manic-Depressive Disorder. It is likely that he had it from birth or shortly thereafter for at the age of three we were painfully aware that his behavior was "not normal". At that time many tests and EEGs were conducted, all "abnormal but non conclusive" and we received a diagnosis of Hyper- Kinetic and the drug Ritalin was prescribed. Although the drug did as intended and dealt with the hyperactive behavior, Kevin was thrown into a deep depression or to the opposite pole. He developed sleep disorder, rarely sleeping through the night. Years of doctors, psychiatrists and psychologists followed. A combination of drugs was found that allowed him to function fairly well and live a relatively happy childhood. Kevins impulse control was never good and many decisions that he made caused distress to his father, his brother and myself. He was always our child that needed special care, love, and understanding. At the age of 17, following a bout with pneumonia, his behavior became erratic and he began to have the very high and very low moods associated with bipolarism. However, at that time there was not much known about these brain disorders and the association with his early "hyper-kinetic" behavior was not made (today studies tend to indicate that many early bipolars were misdiagnosed in childhood). Although blood tests proved otherwise, because he was 17, the doctors insisted that he must be into drugs or that he was just "acting out". Kevins mental and physical health rapidly deteriorated and he spent several months in a private mental facility and local hospitals. It was not until he attempted "to make himself well" by overdosing on his prescription medications did the correct diagnosis come about. This rapidly led to a specialist in depression who started him on Lithium and his life again turned around. He was able to attend college and earn an Associate degree in machine tool and die making. During these years Kevin, being a minor, was a beneficiary of the health insurance plans of my husband and myself. We were very grateful for, even then, the medical bills were enormous. Kevins hospitalizations and medications were covered and we were able to secure college educations for both of our sons without sinking deeply in debt. Bipolar depression is a cyclic disease. Not only does the patient have highs and lows often in the natural course of the day, month or year, but there are certain times in their lives that crisis episodes can occur. We were warned to watch out for increased symptoms in Kevins "early thirties". Thus we were aware that Kevin was at risk but we never knew just how much. We never knew that as many as 30% of manic depressives carry out a successful suicide or that it is estimated that 50-60% make an attempt, that indeed it is a fatal disease. We did not know that each new crisis episode is deeper and longer than the one before. And we did not know that the labor and insurance industries in their attempts to cut costs would do so by limiting the amount (either by the amount of dollar coverage or by the limit of days of treatment allowed ) of coverage for mental related illnesses. So when the day came that we once again realized that Kevin (now 29) was slipping into another crisis we began to fight for his sanity, not even thinking that it would mean his very life. Although Kevin had already been diagnosed Bipolar, due to the fact that he was covered by a Health Maintenance Organization, he was not able to seek out the doctors that he had previously been associated with. Time elapsed while he was evaluated and assigned to a psychiatrist that did not know him. New drugs have been developed but some experimentation takes place before the correct combination and dosage is found. Kevin was rapidly getting worse and in November of 1997 we found him with a loaded gun and found it necessary to have him committed to the stress unit. Up until he started this slide into depression, Kevin was working steadily. He had health care insurance that had served him well through a serious motorcycle accident and several knee surgeries. But now when he needed it the most he was "allowed" seven days of inpatient care and another three weeks of an out-patient program where he spent from 9:00-3:30 at the hospital in therapy and drug stabilization. He began to make progress in this program and we were all hopeful that he could soon return to work. On Friday of his fourth week he was told that he had reached his insurance limit and not to come back on Monday. He was assigned to a psychiatrist to monitor his medication monthly. Kevin tried to live with this but began to backslide immediately. Approximately two weeks later we got a call in the middle of the night. He was in crisis and, not knowing where to turn we drove him to the hospital emergency room. All ER personnel and the attending physician in the stress unit agreed that he should be hospitalized. A call to the insurance company and he was denied admittance. Promising that he could come back the next day for the day program they convinced him to return home and we spent an uneasy night. The next day we drove him back for the promised treatment. He was allowed to remain one day (for which he was subsequently billed) and was again denied insurance coverage. We at this time found a psychologist to work with him but at $100.00/hour, and medications of $500.00/ month the bills began to mount. It just wasnt enough and the stress of financial bankruptcy only added to Kevins mental burden and lack of self worth. He never recovered. The next few months were up and down. His employer was forced to let him go and although he was able to secure another position he did not work long enough to establish insurance coverage. At the end of July he again became unstable and continued the downward slide until August when he made the decision that would free him forever. As I work with the Partners for Parity I often hear "Parity (for mental illness and addictive disorders) costs too much". I look at what the lack of parity has cost. It has cost me my son and many other sons, daughters, husbands, wives, brothers, and sisters. We know that treatment works and that medications are being improved every day. Patients, like Kevin, are being denied the means to get well. They are being discriminated against because their illness is one of the brain and not one of the heart or lung or limb. Only God knows if Kevin would have recovered completely but I know he wasnt given the chance.
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Although Gary has coverage for health care through his place of employment, psychiatric coverage under his policy is limited. His wife was hospitalized for three weeks in 1992, during which their $25,000 lifetime coverage for mental illness ran out, leaving them with a debt of $20,000. "It wiped out my life savings" and it took an additional seven years to pay off the debt. The next time hospitalization was necessary, the debt from the first hospitalization was not yet paid off. According to Gary, "this time it ruined my credit rating." He was unable to secure a conventional bank loan, and was forced to refinance their home at a much higher rate of interest. "I was brought up to pay my bills and not run from things," Gary said, but the debt was overwhelming. Because his credit rating was affected, he was unable to get financing on the purchase of a car, his credit cards were worthless, and he was harassed by bill collectors at work and at home. He tried to get supplemental insurance coverage, but found that this would cost up to $10,000 a year while he was still struggling to pay not only the current debt, but also the cost of continuing medical care. At this point Gary was receiving letters threatening to take him to court. He realized he was at risk for losing everything. When asked what will happen if there is another hospitalization, he replied: "It is always in the back of my mind. I don't know when it's going to happen, and if it does I will have no choice but to file for bankruptcy." He adds that the worst part of the whole experience has been struggling with the insurance company. Yet the cost of insurance parity is "cheap compared to the human toll." For most marriages, this kind stress eventually results in divorce. For Gary this is not an option. He continues to live modestly, gradually paying off the debt and hoping that another catastrophic hospitalization is not in their future. |
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I found out yesterday that my insurance will no longer be covering my "mental pills" as they called it. I got a little angry, and really motivated, so I sent the following letter, addressed to the representative and the senator in my area as well as the governor. I'm not sure that one person can make a difference, but I figured it couldn't hurt: I wanted to take the time to write you to tell you to please support the mental health parity act as much as possible. I admit, I don't really know the way government works, but I need this bill to pass. To that end, I wanted to tell you a bit about myself, and why this bill is so important. I am not usually an activist on any issue, but this one is too important for me personally to be able to ignore. I also want to apologize for this really long e-mail. I thought maybe knowing my situation might help you see the urgency of this bill and how it could really help people like me. I look like a regular person. I appear to be like anyone you would pass on the street, but I'm not, and it took me a while to come to terms with that. The fact is that I do everything I can think of to hide my disability. I have been diagnosed with adult ADD, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Agoraphobia, Depression, and Anxiety. I struggle every day to do things that you would consider normal. I have difficulty going into public places like gas stations, grocery stores, shopping malls, public transportation, movie theatres, restaurants, and office buildings. Sometimes, I'm better than others, but going into any public place will cause an anxiety attack. When my depression gets bad, I have more difficulties. Getting out of bed, taking a shower, and even eating become a problem. My ADD causes me to be very disorganized and forget to do important things, no matter how hard I try, so I have difficulty managing money, balancing a checkbook, keeping a schedule, and sticking to a schedule. I use a psychiatric assistance dog (http://www.psychdog.org/) to help me to go to my doctor's appointments and do necessary shopping. Without him, and before him, I was homebound and unable to seek any real treatment. At 27, I'm too young to be homebound. My doctor says that I would benefit from an ADD coach to help me learn to manage organization and money. She also says that I would benefit from intensive therapy. I would love to be able to get better. I have a more normal life because of my service dog, but everything is still difficult. The problem with getting better is money. I'm lucky that my fiancé has a good job, and understands my disability, because just getting my medicine and 2 visits per month with my psychiatrist to manage my medicine costs us around $1,000. I have insurance. My insurance pays 10 dollars on my psychiatric doctor's visit, and I pay a little more than $70, whereas a regular doctor visit would cost 30 dollars. This was the best mental health coverage I could find. Several insurance companies completely turned me down, and the one that did accept me charges me an additional $50 per month because of my mental illness. In addition, the insurance company somehow snuck in a clause saying that they only cover up to $500 of mental health medications. It is March and as of today - March 23, 2007 - my insurance will not pay another dime toward my medication. My bill yesterday when I went to pick up my prescriptions was over $450 dollars. I can't afford that, even with my fiancé paying for it. To make matters worse, next month they won't cover any of my prescription costs so they will amount to significantly more than that $450. If it only cost 30 dollars per visit to see my psychiatrist or ADD coach, or counselor, I would be able to afford the treatment that I actually need. My psychiatrist recommended counseling twice per week to start. As I got better, she said the frequency would decrease. If I did counseling twice per week and saw my psychiatrist to get my medicine, and paid for my medicine, I would end up paying around $1,500 per month. Probably, it would be a little more. My insurance does not count anything with mental health as part of my out-of-pocket expenses, so no matter how much I pay for mental health visits, they will never begin to cover more than $10 of the cost. I try every day to get better. I want to get better. I'd like to live a normal life and not worry about the anxiety attack I know I'm going to have if I go grocery shopping. Unfortunately, there is only so much that medicine alone can do for me. I want you to understand, I try to get better. Since I can't go to public places, keeping a regular job was impossible for me. Instead, my fiancé and I came up with the idea of a pet-sitting business. Usually, I take my assistance dog with me, and he waits in the car while I work. I have figured out ways to cope with my disability to a certain extent. I use an iPod any time I go into a client's home for my pet-sitting business. I keep a calendar on a blackberry that my fiancé helps me to keep accurate. I forget to eat and take medicine sometimes, so he puts those things on my calendar too. My assistance dog makes sure that I wake up to alarms; he alerts me to oncoming anxiety attacks; he leads me to an out-of-the-way place (usually a bathroom) so I can get myself under control if I need to. He helps steady me when my medication or my illness, who knows which, makes me dizzy. He helps me get to bed. He stays by me during anxiety attacks. He allows me to go places and have less likelihood of an attack by placing himself between me and other people. In shopping lines, he puts his head directly beside me and the rest of him blocks people from getting too close. Since my hobby of watching people's pets is almost ready to turn into a business, we are considering that I hire an office manager to keep track of everything for me, so that I can simply take care of people's pets. Copper comes with me most of the time on my visits and waits in the car, just in case I need him. My fiancé manages all the money, most of the shopping, helps me keep client files organized, and does my banking. I have backups in place for days where I simply can't leave the house no matter how much I try. Even with all of this, occasionally, I have to cancel appointments and come up with excuses. Sometimes I feel that I am so dependent on my fiancé that I wouldn't be able to manage life without him. When he goes away on business for a few days I find that my schedule gets messed up, filing and client info ends up everywhere in the house, I wait for all of the banking, and he stocks the fridge with microwave meals so that I don't have to shop. I need to be able to afford the treatment my doctors, and I, know that I need. If mental health visits were the same as any other doctor visit I could do that. I would have a chance at a more normal life. |
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