Able - Disabled
Lifetime Treatment History
▪︎3/1998 - Belmont Behavioral Health Hospital
▪︎4/1998 - Mount Trexlor Manor
▪︎5/1998-8/1998 Belmont Behavioral Health Hospital
▪︎6/2000-7/2000 Penn University Hospital
▪︎11/2000 - 1/2000 St. Joseph’s Hospital
▪︎6/2003 Northwestern Medical Center
▪︎6/2003-7/2003 Crisis Residential
▪︎7/2003 - 4/2004 BET-EL COUNSELING SERVICES, INC
▪︎11/2004 St. Luke's University Hospital - Bethlehem Campus
▪︎1/2009 - 4/2009 Jamaica Hospital Medical Center
▪︎10/2009- 10/2010 Areta Crowell Center
▪︎2/2011-3/2011 Lehigh Valley Health Network Muhlenberg
▪︎11/2012 - 7/2019 Areta Crowell Center
▪︎03/2015 Bayview Behavioral Health Hospital
▪︎09/2017 Psychiatric Hospital of San Diego County
▪︎11/2019 Psychiatric Hospital of San Diego County
▪︎11/2019 - Present- East County Mental Health
"And Then It Happened To Me"
I returned home from living in Ocean City, NJ and being a caddie at Galloway National Golf Club (all 44 of my jobs to date are listed on my "Chronological Resume") when the season ended for cold months. I came back to Newtown Square, PA to be close to my family, and was rejected due to my mental state. I lived in a friend's garage with heaters and had a short stint as a waiter at Valentino’s Restaurant in Broomall over that winter. In the spring the severity of my delusions, auditory and visual hallucinations became so bad that I could not function at all.
▪︎3/1998 - Belmont Behavioral Health Hospital
~Address - 4200 Monument Rd, Philadelphia, PA 19131-
~Phone: (215) 929-8829
☆Medication, inpatient stay and transfer to:
▪︎4/1998 - Mount Trexlor Manor
~Address: 5201 St Josephs Rd, Coopersburg, PA 18036
~Phone: (610) 965-9021
☆Month long stay, medication and treatment
▪︎5/1998-8/1998 Belmont Behavioral Health Hospital
~Address - 4200 Monument Rd, Philadelphia, PA 19131
~Phone: (215) 929-8829
☆Daily Outpatient Treatment, Medication management
In May of 1998, I was released from Mount Trexlor Manor and moved into a cheap boarding house in Germantown, in the slums of Philadelphia. I went to outpatient care at Belmont, and began caddying back at my old club from my teenage years, Aronimink Golf Club. My work was poor, and my income suffered due to my mental disability.
I was not at the time very experienced in dealing with my illness, and, afraid of stigma stopped treatment and medication in August of 1999, when I got a shared apartment closer to work in the Philadelphia suburbs in West Chester, PA. Caddy season rolled to an end, and with financial difficulties, I was forced out of my apartment by my roommate. I was already under the weight of a $42K bill from my first treatments with Einstein Behavioral Health, yet unpaid to this day.
I got a job doing night stock at a local grocery store, and found a sublet from students nearby at West Chester University, where I aspired to be a student. Soon the students decided I didn’t fit, and one night, when they went on spring break, I came home to find a note on the door, and the locks changed. My stuff was left in the basement, and I was left without a home in the cold snow.
I tried to make friends with my garage live - in buddy late one night, and he didn’t show up. Upset, I slipped on black ice in his driveway and broke my ankle. I had no car, not ever up to this point. I was forced to walk around for months without a cast as it healed from there on out.
I moved into the West Chester Salvation Army, and immediately after there was a racial Union Dispute, and the minority side put me, unknowingly, on their paperwork. They lost the dispute, and I lost my job. So I got a job at the (at the time) local “Boston Chicken” training under the GM to be the Assistant Manager. I worked there from March of that year until May of that year, when “Boston Chicken” became “Boston Market” and the GM was forced to change districts, and the new manager did not honor my promotion opportunity. The money was not as good as caddying, and, still living at The Salvation Army, I went back to my old job.
In summer of 1999 I moved into my first solo apartment in the basement of a house in Media, Pennsylvania. Due to my illness I could not keep up with caddying, which required two hours of trolleys and buses each way, and hitchhiking and a twenty minute walk for the final part of the journey. I barely made rent all summer and into the fall. Winter came, and I had no way to pay rent at all, and no savings. I got a job at “The Media Towne House” as a waiter to try and make ends meet, but my paranoia and high anxiety led to me not being able to function.
One day, mid winter, I left all of my worldly possessions, which I never recovered, a slew of thousands of dollars of unpaid bills, and headed for the West Chester Salvation Army. I got in, and thankfully endured a few months with nothing but my music to temper my spirits.
In the spring, I went back to caddying, and got a room in downtown Philadelphia on Green Street, in The Art Museum District. It was a foul boarding house in a segregated row home, full of rats and cockroaches, and shady housemates. The pressure of the job was such that it would now take almost three hours each way in commute, with no car, and I couldn’t make it most days in time to get a round of golf. I lost a good friend to tragedy, and my adopted father’s mother died, and my illness went nuts.
In June of 2000, I took a day's pay and took the train to the Jersey Shore. I told everyone that I was “walking to Florida” for Phish’s Big Cypress Festival which was to happen at New Years. I walked for fifty miles, and severely sunburned, aching, and broke, I gave up. I called my parents, and my Dad came and picked me up. He told me how bad I was, and had me involuntarily committed at Hanuman Hospital in downtown Philadelphia, who transferred me to:
▪︎6/2000-7/2000 Penn University Hospital
~Address: 3400 Spruce St, Philadelphia, PA 19104
~Phone: (215) 316-5151
☆Medication, Treatment and inpatient stay
I got out of the hospital, and being uneducated about my chances of survival without treatment and still bucking stigma, that my experiences were spiritual in nature, psychic and supernatural “gifts”. I fled and hitchhiked and ran cross country following The Grateful Dead (actually now called “The Other Ones”) and the tour band “Phish” until November of 2000, when I returned to Philadelphia to relate my new adventure to my family.
I sent a disjointed email from the downtown library after getting off of the Greyhound to my adopted father about a story in which when I was young, he disarmed a fellow gambler at our home blackjack table of a gun. He has never liked or trusted me since I was young, and me having breached security and ran into his work at KYW Newsradio and CBS Television News 3 downtown to get them a message, he was alarmed. My craziness led him to tell my (biological) mother that I was coming to their home with a gun to kill them.
I traveled to the suburbs where they lived, and visited briefly with the neighbors, who allowed me a phone call to my father at his country club and gin rivalry, Penn Oaks Country Club. I left a message with the pro-shop, that I was almost home.
♧Well, my mother phoned the Newtown Square Police Department, and told them I had a gun, and was almost there.
When I went through the neighbors backyard to my parents backyard as I had done so often in my youth, there was a cop who drew, and screamed “Freeze! Don’t move!”
I was fucking scared, and ran.
♧By the time I reached my neighbors front yard again, ten policemen swarmed on me and beat me down hard, and cuffed me. The policeman in the car I was detained in snidely made fun of me and said vulgar things about me and my mother, and that I was tripping for life. They then involuntarily committed me while treating me sweet as pie and hitting on the nurses.
▪︎11/2000 - 1/2000 St. Joseph’s Hospital
~Address: 1600 W Girard Ave, Philadelphia, PA 19130
~Phone: (215) 787-9000
~Dr. Silverman
◇Diagnosed with Schizophrenia and treated inpatient with medication. Released under Judge’s orders to a “Respite Full Time Nursing Care Home”
☆Received outpatient services and Personal Care Advocate
With heartache from missing my fiance, whom I met in Michigan on Phish Tour, I received a credit card in the mail, the only one I had in my life to this day, and I told the round the clock nursing staff there in Upper Darby that I was going to the library. I fled to the Greyhound, and moved to Ann Arbor, Michigan.
I worked in Ann Arbor, Michigan at three spots. I was a waiter at The Red Hawk Bar and Grille, and a part time barista at the new University Avenue Starbucks. Late in the game, I earned a spot on the team at The Gandy Dancer as a fine dining waiter in the Historical Society Train Station restaurant, but due to the high pressure, left the job.
My fiancee wanted to live in Murfreesboro, Tennessee near her brother and take classes at MTSU, so I moved us. I got a job as a waiter there in town immediately, but what could be considered symptoms of my illness led to an arrest late at night on campus. I was bailed out, but a few nights later I was picked up again in a psychosis and put in jail, where I stayed for an agonizing six months for a misdemeanor. I had plead not guilty and they were trying to prove me “incompetetant to stand trial” so as to have me put in the state hospital.
I finally got in front of “Judge Ash”, and afraid of what would become of me, plead guilty to the charges I was not guilty of so I could be released. A short time later I walked from Murfreesboro to Nashville on crutches, as my legs were atrophied while incarcerated to get out of the state.
I fled to Michigan by hitchhiking, and then got my tax return. I traveled to Eugene, Oregon and spent the spring there homeless in the rain with no job. I hitchhiked back to Pennsylvania in the spring, and returned to work at Aronimink Golf Club while living at the West Chester Salvation Army again. I eventually moved in with friends, and then in with the WCU hockey team.
Fall came, and the caddying season was at an end, and my symptoms set in again. I took the car I had bought that season and fled to California. I spent the winter and spring homeless in Berkeley, Venice, and then Los Vegas, losing my car along the way. The city of Nevada paid for a ticket for me to return to Pennsylvania to caddie, but when I reached there, I had a psychotic episode.
Unmedicated and crazed from my desperate situation out west, I verbally attacked my boss at the club during a group teeing off for the Senior U.S. Open practice round going on. I was arrested and sought treatment to get out of jail.
I was treated at:
▪︎6/2003 Northwestern Medical Center
~Address: 7096 Decatur St, New Tripoli, PA 18066
~Phone: (610) 298-8521
☆Inpatient Treatment and medication
I was taken from there to a crisis house in West Chester, PA:
▪︎6/2003-7/2003 Crisis Residential
I can’t find record of the house I stayed in currently existing, but it was on High Street near the University,
☆Treatment and Medication
I moved from there into a boarding home in Bethlehem, PA where I received county assistance for treatment at a local clinic.
▪︎7/2003 - 4/2004 BET-EL COUNSELING SERVICES, INC
~Address: 307 E 4th St, Bethlehem, PA 18015
~Phone: (610) 849-2291
☆Treatment, therapy and medication
While there I worked as a telemarketer in the winter, and then as a waiter in the spring. I stopped getting county funding for my treatment in the spring, and didn’t find a way to continue supporting getting medication. I moved to a row home on the east side in the summer, and worked as a landscaper over the summer into the fall. I then started training at truck driver training school in Hershey PA, but had an episode and was never able to return. I was hospitalized at:
▪︎11/2004 St. Luke's University Hospital - Bethlehem Campus
~Hospital in Fountain Hill, Pennsylvania
~Address: 801 Ostrum St, Bethlehem, PA 18015
☆Treatment and medication, inpatient stay
I moved from there into another boarding house in Bethlehem, and collected unemployment and barely survived until I sprung a caddy job at Saucon Valley Country Club in the summer.
Over that time I moved several times. I lived with a girlfriend, then at a motel, then at a cheap boarding house, then at a shared artists house. Fall came, and I lost my job at the club due to car failure, and my waiting job was not hacking it part time.
I took my money, and on a manic high, flew to San Diego with no place to go, and no money. I ended up at St. Vincent De Paul, Father Joe’s Village, where I had an episode and was treated there at the clinic while applying for SSDI/SSI
▪︎1/2006 - 08/2008 St. Vincent De Paul Clinic
~Mental Health Psychiatric visits
~Diagnosis of Bi Polar, Schizoaffective, with Psychotic Features
☆Treatment, counseling, groups, psychoanalysis and medication
My claim for Social Security was denied and I was kicked out of St. Vinnie’s and returned to Bethlehem.
I had no insurance, and no way of getting treatment back in Pennsylvania, but I got a good job working as a dishwasher at The Hotel Bethlehem over the holidays who intended to keep me on, and offered health insurance. The wait proved too much to get help insured, and in January I had an episode and fled to NYC to fly out to California, this time San Francisco. At the airport, awaiting my flight, a policeman noticed my psychosis symptoms and had me involuntarily committed to:
▪︎1/2009 - 4/2009 Jamaica Hospital Medical Center
~Hospital in Queens, NY
~Address: 8900 Van Wyck Expy, Richmond Hill, NY
~Phone: (718) 206-6000
☆Inpatient stay and treatment. Therapy and medication. Almost forced into state hospital.
I withdrew my case, and convinced my Mom to pick me up so they would let me go in NYC. I lived on her couch for a few months and worked at four different jobs I was unable to keep due to the severity of my symptoms and the heavy doses of medication daily. I moved to a room in a shared house for a month, but went broke and my mom sent me away to California where I had been an easy non - burdening factor to her years earlier.
In San Diego in 2009/2010 I went through 3 sales jobs and a failed college attempt while living in a home for the mentally ill homeless. I received treatment at:
▪︎10/2009- 10/2010 Areta Crowell Center
~Address: 1963 Fourth Ave, San Diego, CA 92101
~Phone: (619) 233-3432
☆Treatment and medication
I moved into a boarding house for a month, and lost my job. I did a schizophrenia research study for an experimental drug and used the money to leave the state. In the winter of 2009/2010, back in Bethlehem, PA, I spent the entire winter homeless and outdoors in the snow and ice. A few nights a week I would seek warmth and a cot at a rotating church shelter that was running until my psychosis led to them banning me.
I was banned from a warming day center due to my psychosis, and told that visiting Lehigh University campus would be considered trespass. I was banned from City Hall and the main library, who gave me a trespassing ticket.
During a blizzard in February, I checked in as a voluntary inpatient at:
▪︎2/2011-3/2011 Lehigh Valley Health Network Muhlenberg
~Hospital in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
~Address: 2545 Schoenersville Rd, Bethlehem, PA 18017
~Phone: (610) 402-8000
☆Inpatient treatment and medication. Released to a maximum care mental health rehabilitation facility in Bethlehem, PA
After six months in rehabilitation, I won my SSDI/SSI case and was granted benefits.
I was unsure of my next steps, and a friend in San Diego invited me to move in with him. I did so in September of 2011, the month of my first disability checks.
I could not find a psychiatrist to give me an appointment within less than three months, and in December 2011, just short of getting to treatment, I had an episode. I left my home and wandered the streets of Los Angeles, homeless. I struggled with finding treatment there, but the big city is tough. When I returned to San Diego I sought treatment and was put into Isis Crisis House, which has since closed down. I met the mother of my daughter there, and we are all still together.
When Rosalee became pregnant, I was asked to give the family some space due to some stupid actions on my behalf, being unmedicated. I went roaming the country, very troubled, and yet untreated. When I found myself in St. Louis, homeless, I went into the hospital, voluntary, inpatient for two weeks. I was 142 pounds, severely underweight for a 5’10” man. I could not tell you which hospital.
I begged Rosalee to help me get out of St. Louis, and rode out $100 worth of travel “west” as I had told the ticket woman at the Greyhound there. This landed me in Topeka, Kansas. There, my previously administered month long lasting Haledol injection worked as I stayed on at a homeless shelter. When payday came, I returned to San Diego on the train in November 2012.
I sought treatment, and got shelter at the homeless shelter for mentally ill adults I had lived at in 2009/2010. My treatment was at:
▪︎11/2012 - 7/2019 Areta Crowell Center
~Address: 1963 Fourth Ave, San Diego, CA 92101
~Phone: (619) 233-3432
☆Treatment and medication
♡Dr. Lisa Kutner
During these years I went through various things, held sparsely and for little time several jobs (all listed on my Chronological Resume of 44 Jobs) and was hospitalized a few times:
▪︎03/2015 Bayview Behavioral Health Hospital
~Address: 330 Moss St, Chula Vista, CA 91911
~Phone: (619) 426-6310
☆Inpatient stay and treatment, medication
▪︎09/2017 Psychiatric Hospital of San Diego County
~Address: 3853 Rosecrans St, San Diego, CA 92110
~Phone: (619) 692-8200
☆Inpatient Stay and medication
◇Moved to Crisis House in El Cajon, CA
▪︎11/2019 Psychiatric Hospital of San Diego County
~Address: 3853 Rosecrans St, San Diego, CA 92110
~Phone: (619) 692-8200
☆Inpatient Stay and medication
●○I am currently receiving services at○●
▪︎11/2019 - Present- East County Mental Health
~Address: 1000 Broadway # 210, El Cajon, CA 92021
~Phone: (619) 401-5500
♧Dr. Fukui
☆Treatment and medication
It has been a long road, especially since my SSDI/SSI was taken from me in April of 2018. I haven’t been able to work since 2013, and Lord knows I have tried. I just can’t seem to even land a job now. I don’t know what gives, so I am trying to get back what little money we were granted before. I don’t know, but I think it is a good case. Using this all as ammo I hope does the trick.
“We shall see."
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