And fall is even worse

Quelle: Aktionsbündnis Psychotherapie via Instagram

Die Bundesregierung plant ganz tolle Dinge mit der psychotherapeutischen Versorgung, also schreibt bitte eure Abgeordneten an!

Hier eine Mail-Vorlage:

Sehr geehrter [Name],

bitte setzen Sie sich dafür ein, dass Ihr Bundesland im Bundesrat den Vermittlungsausschuss anruft und das GKV-Beitragssatzstabilisierungsgesetz in dieser Form stoppt. Psychotherapeutinnen und Betroffene klaren seit Monaten darüber auf, dass die geplante Budgetierung psychotherapeutischer Leistungen bereits eine Katastrophe für die Versorgung ist. Sie gefährdet Therapieplätze, verlängert Wartezeiten und trifft Menschen, die dringend Hilfe brauchen. Doch jetzt wird es durch einen kurzfristig eingebrachten Anderungsantrag noch schlimmer: Die Mindestvergütung für psychotherapeutische Leistungen soll abgeschafft werden - also genau der Schutz, den das Bundessozialgericht seit 1999 entwickelt hat, damit Psychotherapie verlässlich und kostendeckend angeboten werden kann. Das darf nicht passieren. Wenn psychotherapeutische Leistungen schlechter vergütet werden, können Praxen weniger Behandlungen anbieten. Therapieplätze fallen weg, Wartezeiten werden länger und psychisch erkrankte Menschen bleiben ohne rechtzeitige Hilfe. Psychotherapie ist keine Luxusleistung. Sie ist medizinische Grundversorgung. Bitte verhindern Sie, dass dieser Schutz abgeschafft wird.

Mit freundlichen Grüßen [Name]

Hier eure Abgeordneten:

Hier ein paar Quellen:

https://www.psychotherapieverbund.de/todesstoss

Das Aktionsbündnis ruft explizit auf, (auch) die **Landes**abgeordneten anzuschreiben, weil die im Bundes**rat** sitzen: Der Bundesrat wird das Gesetz ratifizieren müssen, und entsprechend haben diese Menschen, die Macht, das Gesetz zu blockieren.

Also: Nicht (nur) die Bundestagsabgeordneten anschreiben, bitte! Es geht ja wirklich schnell, mit Copy und Paste diese Mails rauszuhauen. Bitte, bitte nimm Dir diese 10 Minuten!

Außerdem: Nimm dir vllt die Zeit, in den vorgeschriebenen Text einzufügen dass langfristig Einsparungen in der psychotherapeutischen Versorgung in der akuten und stationären Versorgung dieser Erkrankten mündet, was um ein Vielfaches teurer ist. Der Test argumentiert sonst vor allem moralisch, aber glaube auf wirtschaftliche Argumente achten Abgeordnete eher.

Sie sparen Kosten, indem sie weniger Behandlung/Zeitintervall bezahlen, also darf man als gesetzlich Versicherter noch länger auf Termine warten. Dabei ist es jetzt schon beschissen. Also ja bei der Psychotherapie auch, aber auch überall sonst.

In Großbritannien wird seit Jahren darüber gesprochen, dass die Tories den NHS kaputt machen wollen. Was ist das hier bei uns?! Es werden massive zusätzliche Kosten durch den AU-Blödsinn produziert. Alle warten ewig auf Termine. Dadurch werden Folgekosten produziert, wenn Sachen chronifizieren, die Krebsbehandlung später beginnt, oder jemand zwischenzeitlich als Notfall stationär aufgenommen werden muss.

Blame capitalism

Blame the patriarchy

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"[...] Mehrere Gerichte haben die Argumentation der Siegener Behörden in den vergangenen Jahren bestätigt. Jedes Mal haben die Rich­te­r*in­nen durchblicken lassen, dass auch sie ein schlechtes Gefühl dabei hatten, wie mit den Liebls umgegangen werde. Aber die Rechtslage sei nun mal, wie sie sei: Weil die Ehe damals keine standesamtliche gewesen sei, ließe sich daraus heute auch keine Staatsbürgerschaft ableiten.

Das ist formal richtig und doch absurd: Denn nach allem, was bekannt ist, gab es in der Kolonie Togo 1908 wohl schlicht keinen einzigen Standesbeamten, der einer Ehe die von den Siegener Behörden geforderte rechtliche Basis hätte verleihen können. Gleichzeitig ist es auch nicht so, als hätten die Kolonialbehörden damals keine Kenntnisse von der Verbindung Liebls und Ajavons gehabt. Auf der sogenannten „Mulattenliste“ sind alle Kinder aufgeführt, die aus weiß-Schwarzen Ehen hervorgingen. Auch Jean Johann Liebl, der 1910 geborene Sohn von Friedrich und Kokoé Edith steht auf der Liste, die heute im Bundesarchiv liegt.

My front yard is already filled with pretty and native plants. Even if it wasn't, putting seeds in someone's yard is a jerk move when you don't know them or their history.

I can't take care of a yard filled with plants that make me sick. My yard accounts for most of the neighbourhood's butterfly population on account of everyone else poisons anything in their front yard that isn't grass because of this kind of bad behaviour.

Yes, I'm cutting back a lot of the extra growth out front. It's a fire hazard, there's too much underbrush and I don't intend to be responsible for burning down the neighbourhood. Cutting back plants to reduce fire danger and ensure that I can take care of a garden neglected for over a decade is not a bad thing.

We got twice as many flowers this year because the flowering plants could actually reach the sunlight.

General rule of thumb with seedbombing is that blasting your seeds into private property (especially gated/fenced property) is way more risk than its worth. Not only is there a risk of getting tangled up in some dusty ass low level court, but cookie cutter suburbs and manicured golf courses with evergreen lawns and not a dandy in sight are far from prime seedbombing soil, as they'll most likely be herbicide-ed into an early plant grave.

And just to be clear, that's not a bad thing just because your efforts have been wasted or because the seeds were wasted, but rather because it just gives the owner another reason to bust out their Plant-Killer 3001EX and squirt a gallon of chemicals into the earth. Maybe that's an exaggeration, but depending on where it is and how much you shoot, it might not be that far off.

Guerrilla gardening has its place and that place is in empty, neglected areas that receive no attention apart from getting mowed or weed-whacked every month or two.

The idea is this: when your area was developed and buildings and roads were constructed, many plant species were extirpated from that area, and most plant species are becoming more and more isolated with populations in increasingly scattered locations

You are re-introducing plants into areas that either are suitable habitat, or where you could feasibly care for them

But the thing is

Guerrilla gardening appeals to the part of your brain that wants to stick it to The Man and do something exciting and risky and cool and "punk"

And I think that part of your brain can be ultimately self-serving.

Because many of the most effective actions you can do don't FEEL badass and subversive. They don't LOOK badass and subversive. Direct action is often boring as fuck and not illegal and won't be recognized as courageous and cool because it's very mundane and often tedious and sometimes gruelingly hard.

The truth is

Two or three friendly conversations with your neighbors about native plants are worth a thousand seed bombs

This type of popular image of "direct action" glorifies and lionizes this idea of an individual person doing something Cool and Illegal, and for the most part, this is a fantasy and a lie and a product of the terribly anti-human, anti-community, hyper-individualistic type of society we are in

Do you want to make your neighborhood into a lush paradise for native species? Talk to your neighbors. Do you want X institution to stop using pesticides on their grass and start a pollinator garden? Call them. Email them. Now find other people in your area who can support you and try again. See if your library can tell you about local environmental organizations. Reach out to the guy who runs the farmer's market or the lady who is in charge of the gardening club. Build up a list of contacts.

Do you know how you can get people to grow native plants? Do you know the number one super easy way to get people around you into growing native plants?

Grow native plants yourself, and when they spread or produce seeds, offer everyone free plants.

I cannot possibly recommend this method enough.

Working in retail is really fun, and the times when major fuck-ups happen, they can be either anxiety-attack inducing, or make it possible to get through the rest of your god-awful shift with a smile depending on the customer. My all-time favorite absolute fuck-up is as follows:

This kind woman is just doing her thing. She scans her membership card from her keychain. The register beeps to acknowledge the scan. We continue as usual. Neither of us notice right away, but after I’ve scanned a few more items, I hear a very quiet, “Um,” from the lady, very polite. I look at her. She is looking at the screen of my register, blinking. I, too, look.

And lo and behold. There is a charge of over four-thousand dollars ($4,000) worth of garlic bread staring us in the face. There are no words for a minute. We’re just… in awe. How did this happen? How the hell did this happen?

She didn’t even have garlic bread in her cart.

I sputter a partial apology - I was incapable of forming actual sentences in the moment - and try to void the garlic bread. Since there was no garlic bread to scan, I try to manually remove $4,000-some from this transaction.

Well, the registers don’t like it when you try to void off more than five dollars ($5) from a transaction, so naturally it pings my manager for confirmation, but she’s not by her pager.

At this point, both myself and the lady are just… dumbfounded. She’s not even mad. I’m not even all that embarrassed. Both of us are just looking at the screen. There’s a bit of laughter, but it’s mostly just… confusion.

I have to call through the whole store for my manager on the intercom because she’s not answering. She shows up, ready to override and void it, when she too, sees what exactly is being voided.

“What… did you do?”

“I genuinely. Have literally. No. Idea.”

She voids it, and I go to finish the transaction and tell the woman her total (minus the garlic bread). My register pings. It tells me that she hasn’t scanned her membership card. Odd. I distinctly remember her doing that. The woman goes to scan her card again, and I notice that her library card is stuck to her membership card. I tell her gently, and she separates the two and scans her card.

My manager, hovering nearby still, sees this and says, “I think it mistook the barcode of her other card for garlic bread, and the remaining digits were read as the price.”

And that’s when the laughter really came over us. There were no hard feelings at all. In fact, the woman was incredibly glad that the receipt still showed the garlic bread and the voiding of. I will remember it until the end of time, my only regret in the entire situation being that I didn’t take a damn picture, because she has proof and I don’t. But I swear to God it happened.