New blog!

I've decided I'd rather not be blogging under my full name.  I'll keep writing the same kinds of things, but in a new place.

Email me for the new address: juliawise07@gmail.com

Mental health resources for weird settings

In looking for written materials on mental health for my clients, I keep finding that the materials out there are not well suited to jail. For example, every written piece of advice on how to cope with PTSD advises people to take soothing baths, go for walks, pet their dog, call a friend, etc. . . . not exactly going to happen when you're in jail.

I've come up with several handouts on various topics, all written at a not-too-difficult reading level. None of them contain references to things you can't do in jail. They would be good for other restrictive settings like hospitals, too.

Documents here. Feel free to use and reproduce them.  Most of the material is gleaned and edited from other people's websites.

Topics:
Grounding exercises (for flashbacks, panic attacks, and anxiety in general)
CBT for anger (this one is written specifically for prisoners)
Grief journaling ideas
Daily affirmations
Coping with traumatic stress reactions
Exercises for anxiety
Money management (intended for people with addictions and/or who have been banned from having bank accounts because of their financial past)

A different kind of startup job

Re-employment after doing time in jail is no joke. Some people are going home to supportive families, but some are leaving to a homeless shelter with only the clothes they're wearing. Then you have a criminal record, which makes any kind of legitimate work difficult to come by.

For men, construction seems to be the best bet. You don't need good English or a clean record — you just need to be able to do the work.

Drug dealing is another business with low startup costs. After a small initial purchase, you retail larger amounts. Of course, this is only profitable if you're not sampling the wares too much.

For women, the options are more limited.  When they need rent, or bail for their boyfriends, or drug money, or groceries, a lot of my female clients turn to the oldest profession.

One woman told me she worked as a prostitute but said bitterly, “My mom thinks I'm a whore.”  I was confused about the distinction, but she explained: a prostitute does it because she needs the money. A whore does it because she likes it.  “And nobody likes it,” she said.

Of course, there are prostitutes who like their work.  Freakonomics profiled one such woman who quit her job as a software developer to make $200,000 a year as a high-end call girl.  She described her job as playing the “ideal wife,” making men feel appreciated and placing no demands on them.  The Honest Courtesan is a blog by another such professional. Those richer women are relatively safe from legal action – they're not exposed in the way that street hookers are.

In Massachusetts you can still be jailed for something called “common nightwalking,” which means you were outdoors at nighttime and appeared to be soliciting customers. Unlike a lot of the old blue laws, this one is actually enforced.

I would love to see prostitution legalized.  Of course, if it were formalized (as in Nevada, with licensed brothels and required medical checks), it still wouldn't be practical as a stop-gap measure for some of the people who are now practicing illegally.  But it would provide some of the more determined ones with steady work, and would hopefully prevent some of the robberies, beatings, and gang rapes I've heard about from my clients.  (I'm including robberies perpetrated by the prostitutes, too — know how easy it is to grab a wallet when his pants are down?)  In a legally-run brothel, both sex workers and their customers would have more recourse to the law.

As a side note, apparently there's been a decline in self-care among Boston hookers.  I heard an older woman complaining: "When I was young, the women on Blue Hill Ave used to look goooood.  They had the nicest clothes, the nicest bags, they had their hair just so, they had their nails done.  Now — uh uh!  They look like the cat dragged them in!"  I haven't heard theories as to why this is.