I so very rarely touch on politics here. Everyone knows I’m a commie pinko hippie bitch, so I think it’s kind of redundant for me to touch on politics on the whole in the blog. Y’all know where I lean. But something has come out of the Tucson tragedy that I feel I need to touch on, so here we go.
Don’t ever let me buy a gun.
Take away my rights. Go ahead, PLEASE. I have a mental illness. I have erratic behavior. I have been suicidal more than once in my life. I get into hysterical manic fits wherein I literally lock myself in the house so I don’t go wandering at 3 am. Please take away my right to have a gun. I’m on my hands and knees.
I do not have the responsibility, training, or mental stability to own a gun. I should not be able to go into a store, fill out a form, wait seven days, and purchase a handgun. But I do. I do have that right. And so help me, for my own safety, please do not let me ever own a gun. I am afraid for my life.
I know of several people who are of sound mind and body that own guns. I know that we, as the mental health community desperately want to be treated like everyone else. That’s all we want. It’s a conundrum, and there are no easy answers. None at all. But I know me. And if I could put on my *pristine* police record that I am bipolar and by no means at all should own a gun, so be it. I don’t even have parking tickets. I can buy a gun. And dear god, don’t let me.
A gun is a frantic, panicked reaction when it is used in violence against anything that is not hunting or target practice. I hate guns. Hate them. When presented with one in a totally controlled and safe environment, I refused to touch it. I don’t want that responsibility. And with my mental health issues, I shouldn’t get to touch one.
This blog post is going to infuriate some people. It’s going to infuriate at least two dear friends of mine. But it’s my judgement call and I have a gaggle of doctors and therapists who would agree with me. Can a person with bipolar or schizophrenia own a gun safely? Of course they can. But I don’t think I’m one of them. And even though I never WOULD buy a gun, I also shouldn’t be ABLE to buy a gun. And if I need to open a police record on myself to stop myself from ever trying to BUY a gun, I’ll go down to the police station today. This is how strongly I feel about this.
Tucson will be recalled as a horrific event wherein people were killed and gravely wounded. I’ve got “Meet The Press” on right now and a bipartisan panel is skirting the mental illness issue as gracefully as ballerinas. You want community support to deal with us? The mentally ill? Teach people to intervene. I can go months of “fine” and turn on a dime. Find a person with a mental illness who is lucid and coherent at the MOMENT and ask if they want to sign a paper that says “Do not sell me a gun” and I think you’ll get a bigger response to the positive.
Will it solve gun crime by the mentally ill? Absolutely not. But could it save one person who might commit suicide today? Or god forgive, turn a gun on someone else? If a person can be found of sound mind and body At. That. Moment. And wants to sign a paper forbidding them to buy a gun? I say do it. I’d do it today. I know a lot of people who would. Other people who can turn on a dime and hurt themselves.
And that’s the main problem. Not a mass killing. Not murder at all. Suicide. Suicide amongst the mentally ill is staggering, and maybe by making an OPTION to sign a “don’t let me buy a gun” paper could save a life. It couldn’t hurt. It would be an option. But it could save a life. I’m fine today, but I don’t know what is going to happen tomorrow. I’d like a little insurance that I would not be able to kill myself, at LEAST with a gun.
I’m ready for disagreement. Hell, I’m ready for people to yell at me. It’s okay. But that’s my opinion. And I’m sticking with it.