Showing posts with label autobiographical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autobiographical. Show all posts

Saturday, August 17, 2013

How to Talk to Someone with a Mood Disorder


            Many people confuse mood disorders for bad moods. As a result of this confusion, people give counterproductive advice to patients with mood disorders. They tell sufferers of Major Depressive Disorder to ‘count your blessings’ or ‘chose to be happy.’ They tell sufferers of anxiety disorders to ‘just relax’ or ‘stop being a coward.’  ‘Can’t you see that your unhappiness isn't helping you?’ these confused people ask.
            All these comments and questions come from a desire to help, a wellspring of genuinely good intentions.
            But we all know how the road to hell is paved.
            The problem is that mood disorders are not just temporary bursts of unhappiness, as so many people seem to think. They are instead real health problems with biological underpinnings. 
            Telling a depressed person to ‘count your blessings’ is like telling someone with cancer to ‘eat more fruits and vegetables.’ It won’t hurt, but it is too little too late. Just like eating a healthy diet will help a person avoid getting cancer, taking a positive attitude might help someone avoid becoming depressed. But once the disease has started, those preventative habits are just too little, too late. Haphazard changes, applied without medical supervision, are not enough to cure serious diseases.
            A depression patient needs help from qualified medical professionals just as much as a cancer patient does. If you advise someone to try to treat their own medical problems, you are indirectly harming them. Every day that person waits to seek medical attention will make their recovery that much slower and more difficult.
            Much of this sort of advice is actually more directly harmful. Advice like ‘snap out of it,’ ‘stop being a coward,’ and ‘just chose to be happy,’ accuses disease victims of causing his or her own illness. It’s just as illogical as saying ‘just chose to stop having cancer’ or ‘just regulate your own blood insulin levels!’ But it’s much more harmful because when people are suffering from mood disorders, they are especially vulnerable to criticism. Depression victims are prone to feeling guilty and ashamed of themselves. Anxiety victims are prone to feeling afraid that people judge and hate them. These accusations actually make the problem worse.
            So what should you do when confronted with someone who is suffering from a mood disorder?
            The simplest answer is to ask yourself, before you open your mouth, if you would say the same thing to someone who had cancer. ‘Just snap out of it’ is nothing anyone would say to a cancer patient. ‘You should really have a doctor check that out’ is exactly what one should say to a friend who just found a tumor, and also what one should say to a friend who is starting to experience inexplicable negative emotions. ‘You should just try harder to get over it’ is nothing anyone would say to a cancer victim. ‘You will survive this, and I will be here to support you all the way,’ is both classic line from cancer awareness campaigns, and also exactly what someone with a mood disorder most desperately wants to hear. I know that last part from personal experience.
            If there is any doubt in your mind about what you should say, you can always fall back on the truth: Mood disorders are confusing. Only trained medical professionals can offer useful advice about how to treat a mood disorder. The one piece of advice that can never go wrong is, “I don’t know, ask a doctor!”

             

Monday, May 20, 2013

Imagination

Illustration is "Believe" by Amy Kaufman.
Check out her deviant art page


Sorcerers and valiant knights,
scaly dragons, girls with wings,
woodland witches, impish sprites--
We are your forgotten things.

We cannot die; we do not live.
We have no homes; we are not lost.
It’s not our privilege to forgive:
when you forgot, you bore the cost.

When you were small, did you believe?
When you grew tall, and too mature
for wonderland, you chose to leave.
Or were you forced, all insecure?

Or did you lose us in your life?
In working pulls and social shoves?
Among daily needs and strife,
We are your forgotten loves.

You forgot us, but we’re still here,
in your dreaming, always near.

I adore spiders.


Illustration by Allie Brosh.
Check out her original post.


I adore spiders.

I’m not being sarcastic. Not even a little bit. Seriously! I promise.

Everyone else hates spiders. Allie Brosh wrote a whole post about it. There was a long-standing meme about how people would prefer to burn down their own houses rather than live with a spider. Children are bornwith a predisposed tendency to fear spiders.

So why do I adore those eight-legged, exoskeletoned archnids?

Because spiders don’t care. And that's awesome.

I spend most days twisting my thoughts into a pretzel about whom I’ve offended and who judges me, even though I’m a very privileged young woman with an amazingly supportive family, a fantastic group of friends, and a fiancĂ© whom I love to death.

Meanwhile, the most thoroughly loathed creatures on earth are brazenly crawling into my apartment.

You know what thoughts spiders have?

Illustration by Allie Brosh.
Check out her original post.


“So, you want to murder me with shoes that are like 8000 times the size of my body.

Well, you know what, murderous giants?

IMMA INVADE YOUR HOME ANYWAY!!!”

 

Illustration by Allie Brosh.
Check out her original post.

It's okay to be afraid of them, indeed! But since I was born blessed with an indifference to their creepy-crawliness, I'm not afraid of them. I admire them, and their "no-fucks-given-EVER!" attitude. 

I aspire to live like a spider.