The word Interesting doesn't really express the kind of wacky week I had, but I suppose it could have been a lot stranger. This post is a lot rambling, so bare with me. Two big things happened so I'll just separate them in the post to make it at least somewhat coherent.

First off, most of you who follow me know that my Grandma Mona died two months ago, July 1st, and I've been really missing her a lot. So last week out of the blue, I received an inheritance check from her annuities company, for a rather large amount. The check was written in my name as beneficiary and my Dad didn't like that. He's concerned I may have another one of my Bipolar (manic) episodes like I did this past weekend (I'll talk about that further down in this post) and go off on a wild spending spree with all of my grandma's money.

So, after much discussion and a bit of disagreement, my parents and I decided that it probably would be safer for the inheritance money to be placed in a Special Needs Trust on my behalf. From what I understand, it's basically designed to protect my assets and any government services/benefits that I'm currently receiving due to my disability. My dad and I will be driving down to meet the lawyer who is helping put this trust together - apparently not all lawyers are trained in Special Needs Trust preparation. I guess it's a bit more complicated than my parents first thought, but hopefully on Monday the lawyer lady will have it sorted out. I have to miss an afternoon of classes which I'm not too happy about, but because I'm the person who the trust will be written for, I need to be present to sign papers and do other stuff.

The money placed in a Special Needs Trust is for my future and can be saved or spent on things like paying for text books, medical bills, furniture, clothing, or just about anything else except food or housing. Anytime I want something out of this trust I'll need to send in a request form and have it approved by my trustee who's assigned to my case. If I happen to die before I use up the money - the government gets it all back. It's part of the trust agreement I think.

Hopefully by next week I'll have most of the inheritance money safely stored away in the SNT. It sounds like I'll be depositing the entire inheritance check into my checking account and then writing a huge check to my trustee to place into the Special Needs Trust. I can keep $4000 in my checking, in addition to my money I made during the summer, and birthday money, etc. It's just the BIG amount of money that will go into the SNT account.

It means a lot to me that my Grandma was thinking about watching out for me financially, making sure I'd be okay. I know she worried about me a lot, even though she shouldn't have, but it still meant a lot to me that she cared so much.

Sorry for the rambling.

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The other thing I wanted to tell you was what happened last weekend. It was the result of another one of my manic episodes, but this one almost got me thrown in jail.

I'm not proud of this, but I figured I'd tell it anyway. It happened, and I need to owe up to it.

A lot of time when I'm in the middle of an especially bad manic episode, I have trouble quieting my mind and in order to deal with it, oftentimes I'll just take off in the middle of the night, without telling my parents where I'm going. I'll walk off whatever is in my head - it helps the unsettled thoughts. I was extremely wired that night. I walked from my parent's house, hopped on a bus, and ended up getting off on 3rd and North in downtown Milwaukee. That can be a very dangerous and rough part of the city, and if I'd been in my right mind, I never would have ventured down there alone, especially at night. So yeah, I basically just walked around for hours from 1-5 a.m. It seems like each time I take these walks I end up walking through some seedy parts of the city, and yet so far haven't had anything really bad happen to me. Until this past weekend...

A squad pulled me over at a Mcdonalds - apparently, a white boy walking on the north side of Milwaukee at 2 a.m. dressed in only pajama bottoms, a T-shirt, and baseball cap and flip flops, wasn't something they see everyday. So yeah, they stopped me, asked to see ID and we chatted for a bit. I was okay in the beginning of the conversation but then one of the officers started asking me what I was really doing on this part of town and that's when I asked him when did it become illegal to freaking walk? (except I didn't say freaking). That only escalated when he put his hands on me and I was already overly stimulated, so I started getting mouthy, saying a lot of dumb shit, acting all aggressive towards him. As they do with all suspicious behavior, they ran my name through the system and found that I had a juvenile record - one when I was fifteen and the other at 17, both a result of manic episodes. The report had my diagnosis(es) and I guess they figured my disorder was what was causing my idiotic behavior, so they did give me a pass but they ended up calling my dad and he had to drive down and pick me up. The ride back home was not fun. But its a lot more comfortable than the backseat of a squad car.

I wish I'd get a chance to apologize to the officers..no kidding, it's like being a completely different person when you're manic. I'd NEVER ever disrespect a police officer, I have so much admiration for them. That is why what I did do and say to them, regardless of my disorder really upsets me.



Have a good weekend people at MyBloggers land.