As some of you know, I became disabled in the Marine Corps. They literally add insult to injury there, claiming “No Marine is ever injured, all Marines are faking it” and other such statements. It really makes you feel like less of a person and getting processed out of the military was, hands down, the darkest time in my life.
When I was in, there was an unofficial command to process out Marines using different separation characterizations. I won’t go into it too much, but basically commanding officers were told to administratively separate a Marine with less than an honorable discharge, meaning that Marine is not guaranteed medical care or their GI Bill (money for university). This is completely illegal and was thankfully exposed after I got out, but at the time I was in I had to fight this.
I was working a second job at the time and I was alone. I hated my life. I contemplated suicide. I would drink vodka before work to fake a smile and would emotionally break down at least once a week. My life and career were over, that’s how I saw it, but I fought against the nonsense so I could ensure my rights would be given to me.
Someone fighting with the commanding officer tends to get noticed, and the fatties came to me asking for advice. They told me their “medical problems” and asked how they, too, could try to get a “fair” shake at being discharged. Thankfully, this being the Marine Corps, I could be a shitlord openly and I said, “For starters, stop being so fucking fat. That makes you look like a lazy sack of shit that’s just trying to get out because he’s a lazy sack of shit.” Just because you have medical problems is no excuse to be a bloated whale with screaming buttons on your uniform. I was pretty sure they didn’t have medical problems at all. Some of the stuff they said made no sense, but I tried to set that aside because I know I wanted people to take me seriously so I tried to take them seriously. The problem is that being obese pretty much sealed the deal about it being malingering. Their laziness is what had Marines like me ostracized for actual medical problems.
Then I saw other Marines and civilians who weren’t medically struggling like myself, but were overeating. Here I was, trying to take care of my body the best I could, and then some folks with totally okay bodies were eating themselves into medical problems of their own. That’s what added to the depression, that these people didn’t even appreciate their bodies but they still got to have them without disability (at least at that time).
I was reminded of this from reading about another shitlord’s encounter, and just wanted to share how deeply I hate obeasts and the HAES/fat acceptance movements. It might sound more depressing than enraging, but my rage meter was so high…that’s why I relished being able to call them out as lazy, fat fucks.
view the rest of the comments →
[–] Leelem0n [S] 0 points 8 points 8 points (+8|-0) ago (edited ago)
My advice to you is to be your own advocate for health. No one else will, not even the docs.
[–] mk46gunner 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
Until their medical department fails their annual inspection. In which case they will advocate the shit out of you. They will advocate so much, that you will be on medical hold for over a year jumping through hoops like a fucking circus animal. All for a condition for which you had been given a negative diagnosis more than two years prior by two separate health care providers.
At which point, you will be totally fucked, still pretty much perfectly healthy, but out of your career because of some junior fuckwit's incompetence.
@theword Basically, no matter which branch in which you enlist or take a commission, keep track of your paperwork. All of it. Medals aren't shit if you can't get benefits or your career is ending prematurely, and always remember: Medical can fuck anyone's career. Always make sure you're on top of any medical concern you have, be it a health issue, or how they're handling your records.
Always make and keep copies.
Docs/SARCs (corpsman) are some of the coolest guys you'll have by your side when you're rolling outside the wire. The desk sitters fucking with your records.... can eat a bag of dicks and fuck themselves with the leftovers.
Oh. And always make and keep copies.
Yeah. I'm salty.
[–] theword 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
Great info! Thanks!
[–] vuke69 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago (edited ago)
And the fucking Corpsman "doc" in BAS is not a god damn doctor, no matter what the fuck stick implies. If you need to go see a real doctor, demand to see a doctor.
[–] vuke69 0 points 8 points 8 points (+8|-0) ago
If you can't tell, even after 15 years I still have some hate and discontent aimed at corpsman. I had a buddy that went to BAS because he had a testicle that swelled up to the size of a grapefruit overnight, those fucktards wouldn't let him see a doctor, give him some motrin and sent him back.
He died about three months later, testicular cancer.
Fuck those fucking fucks.
[–] theword 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
ah cool, sorry for the misunderstanding... I didn't realize you came in with disabilities and had to advocate for them while in the corps. I thought you became disabled while serving, so I thought maybe you had advice on what not to do. On another note a buddy of mine fell two stories and and gets a considerable amount of money every month since he was discharged...his advice for me was don't fall two stories.
[–] Leelem0n [S] 0 points 5 points 5 points (+5|-0) ago (edited ago)
I'm not sure how you came to that conclusion based on what I said. I didn't come into the military with disabilities...they don't allow that. I became disabled in the military. I'm saying that they don't give half a shit about you when you get hurt, and this can lead to further problems.