My soon-to-be-ex-wife consistently tells me that I'm mentally ill.

To avoid any further allegations, back in November 2015 I went to Tworki:

Famous for the large psychiatric hospital, which opened in 1891 and is still operating to this day as a part of the Medical University of Warsaw. The birthplace of modern Polish psychiatry.

Here is the email to the specialist, listing most of the alleged matters:

• egoism
• narcissm
• mania
• bipolar
• antisocial
• psychosis
• depression, OCD, ADHD

To end with such allegations once and for all I've spent 2500 PLN. I wanted to provide factual accuracy and check foreign exchange rate between PLN and GBP on that date... Then I realised resistance is futile - shall I take into account the date of diagnosis, date of the invoice or date when I've actually paid?

2500 PLN is roughly... Compare with minimal wage and you'll see that I've paid in region of 1.5 monthly salary to get this fucking thing done.

W zwiazku z powyzszym badany nie wykazuje cech choroby psychicznej i nie ma on powaznych zaburzen w funckonowaniu spolecznym.

Use Google Translate:

In connection with the above, the investigator does not show the characteristics of mental illness and does not have serious social disturbances.

Cannot possibly express how fucking mental it is to continue allegations about my alleged mental illness. Saying it three times in the row, just to piss me off... I wish I was able to detach myself and not paying attention, but quite literally enduring it is like a cancer. You can also watch the tale of £1200 flights - it is pretty mental:

Soon after I've asked question on the forum:

(I’ve discussed matters with my mother and she said that I shouldn’t use my real name - therefore created a new handle mymothersaid for enhanced privacy)

For quite a while I was contemplating going to court - there might be some frivolous lawyer who will accept this task just to make the life of Jolanta more miserable.

NOTE: I do not want to make Jolanta’s life more miserable - she has enough of suffering, her life is difficult enough.

Mental hospital

Another evidence showing that I’m not mentally ill is my stay at a mental hospital. Say what? Exactly... Here is how it started:

• Boom festival in Portugal
• my whole system was exhausted and prone to sickness
• gastric flu
• weeklong illness
• another festival (EMF)
• smoking cannabis
• drinking mate
• not being able to sleep

All these combined, final months of pregnancy, things went out of control and at 6am I left home to arrive to the office. Taking advantage that there was noone around and my people I shared the office were in the US I did something that was fucking required, but in the corporate office culture where noone takes any initiative prohibited by design. Just because there is a pile of old papers noone is touching because someone may need it...

That got me entangled into a discussion and I apparently the argument with my wife reduced my ability to stay calm - rest is history. I have shouted “leave me alone”, paramedics were called and I ended up in A&E (accidents and emergency) and due to my recent drug intake I was admitted to a mental hospital as a voluntary patient.

Believe me or not, when you are admitted to a mental hospital they do a series of examinations. During my stay, none of the doctors, not even once, never diagnosed any mental illness. During 6 months follow up visits, none of the doctors, not even once, never diagnosed any mental illness.

I need to admit that being constantly bullied is not cool. I felt a lot of shame, guilt, I didn't communicate, one of my frequent phrases was:

I would like to say something but it is not in my own best interest

(so I kept quiet)

From time perspective what could I have done better?

Definitely approaching Police and Social Services sooner. I was too afraid of losing children, and fuelling foster parenting economy.

Things will not get better if you just wait and be still? Maybe... I was encouraging my wife to do something, to show initiative, to show progress... Just like agile startup teams have daily standups, I was curious:

Co ci sie udalo dzisiaj zrobic?

What did you do today?

Day turned into months, months into years and a certain thought started occupying my mind: tępa, bezużyteczna, jałowa. I'd also talk with everyone - in this life I was too embarrassed to mention my situation, on a few occasions when I described what is happening to me - the other person was becoming sad and rarely we talked ever since. I should have gone public much sooner... Waiting until our immigration status is resolved was a poor excuse.

Game theory of being mentally ill:

Normal enough to be able to spend quality time with children without supervision, while not being able to sustain debt-oppressed economy and bullshit 9-5 jobs that are only pushing papers and do not generate any intrinsic value.

For the record - I want to pay child maintenance - not only is it my fucking legal obligation, but the investment in my children is the best investment out there.

SIDENOTE: please ensure Jolanta will not spend money on usual activities, excessive online shopping is one of the grounds for divorce.

SIDENOTE: I wasn't successful in any of my projects as there was always an opportunity cost of time invested in children. Estimated value of that is always in green and after reading a couple of books about startups and business I made a conscious decision not to play. Same applies to foreign exchange (Forex, FX) trading as only market makers win in the long run (spread, slippage).

Selfie with homegrown 🦄

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