Welcome to my ME pages!
M.E. is the name of a disease I have now since January 1, 1979.
There is some
recent - 2003 - medical
information about M.E. that is quite interesting.
Unlike many persons with M.E. (a.k.a. CFS, which is a name
I don't like much) my disease is "officially and bureaucratically recognized
and admitted", but even so I have gotten no help whatsoever
in Amsterdam, where I have to try to survive with this disease for 32 years now.
The reason I have gotten no help whatsoever from the Amsterdam municipal
authorities and their bureaucacy is very probably because I dared to
criticize those who are legally bound to help me, as explained in
ME in Amsterdam. And authorities
and bureaucrats don't like that.
The main reason that my disease is
"officially and bureaucratically recognized and admitted" is that I am ill for so long,
because I am
qualified academically as a psychologist, and because I
fell ill while in the beginning of my student-years, and never had any
interest to falsely claim I am ill. But as I said: Being a "bureaucratically
recognized and admitted" invalid makes no difference to me, and I must
spend 16 hours a day in bed in pain without any help, because this pleases the
mayor and aldermen and corrupt bureaucracy of the City of Amsterdam very much,
and all help I could get must be approved by these worthies.
And indeed, apart from the drugs-corrupted municipal authorities of
Amsterdam, and before I protested against the Dutch
drugs-corruption, I have had virtually no help while I am and
have been ill since January 1, 1979, and have at most
5% of the energy of a healthy person, and muscle aches much of the time.
The most probable reason for the fact that I also got no help when
the drugscorrupted power-Úlite of Amsterdam had no reason to try to wreck my
life, is that over the past 25 years in Holland about 1 in a 100 of those who
claimed to be ill were really ill, and the remaining 99 abused
the health-insurance system, which was excellent for honest people, but now is
being terminated because of average Dutch morals. Furthermore, M.E. has no
biological marker, and is therefore excellent for malingerers.
Apparently, it completely squares with Dutch morals to treat me, who
graduated with the best possible marks from the university, as far more
inferior than any junk, for in Amsterdam any junk - even German ones - gets
lots of help, free methadon and free heroine, besides other kinds of help,
such as free artificial teeth, "to integrate them into Dutch society", whereas
for the likes of me there is no
place, no help, no support, and interminable
discrimination, abuse and hassles from the bureaucracy of Amsterdam.
For I may be ill - the Amsterdam bureaucracy arrogantly agrees - but I
dared to protest against the enormous drugscorruption in Amsterdam, where each
year literary billions of US dollars are made by the drugsmafia with
the help of the mayor, aldermen and bureaucracy of Amsterdam, and "therefore"
I am - it seems - in their eyes an inferior criminal, far less worthy of help
than any German junk. For any German junk gets help in Amsterdam, decade after
decade, which helps them to continue to rob the Amsterdam shopowners and buy
hard drugs with the proceeds, whereas I get no help whatsoever, in spite of
the fact that I am known to be seriously ill, and have an intellect that may
be of some use to others, if only I got some help.
For more, see ME in Amsterdam,
though apart from the introduction you need to understand Dutch. And yes: It
is a very bitter and very true story. And no, dear foreign reader: Average
Dutchmen have great respect for everybody who made lots of money, regardless
the means, whereas I am very poor and honest.
I wish you pleasurable and instructive reading and