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I AM HERE!
say you've paid the Price of Life
And find it 'Incomplete',
You say you'd like to take it back;
Well, show me your receipt!
Hi. I am Dave. I live in Canada. I have looked for a place to VOICE some ideas and have seen very little, "internetally", this side of the Atlantic Ocean. Then I encountered "VOICES"...
Way over here in Canada, I have been called a "consumer" for some decades, now. Apparently, I am one who consumes mental health, or financial assistance, in my daily life. ( I'm not sure what on earth this term is intended to signify!) I find the notion of being some kind of "consumer" to be repulsive. It is not that I don't require the help, but the euphemism really is silly, wouldn't you say?
I once was normal, inasmuch as I hadn't been "found out" yet, way back in the 1960's. The fact that friends referred to me as "Crazy David" had not attained official recognition until 1970, whence I "had" a 'nervous breakdown'. I guess I must have seemed 'nervous' but my implicit experience was much worse than that! I think the psychologist conceded that I was amidst a "psychotic episode". I was supposed to be assuaged by this, because an 'episode' is, technically, a temporary situation. I otherwise feared an eternity of macabre, paranoid and 'superior' understanding- a condition of really deep, insightful and loveless delirium, which I mistook to be exceedingly unique and mysterious awareness of things mystic and philosophic. The distinction between psychosis and 'temporarily psychotic' eluded me. I could see no solution or 'reprieve' because it was all new to me, this psychiatric habitation and daily dole of pills.
To this day I detest a world of psychiatric/psychological terminology. Something more natural is better. Something that doesn't arbitrarily delineate between rabid dogs and polite dogs, for example. They are each dogs. Today's polite dog may well be tomorrow's rabid dog, and, until causation be dealt with, all canines are 'at risk'. My point is, let's not label our fellow man for mere convenience. If we must use adjectives, let us say 'MAD', cut the political correctness and patronizations, or leave it alone entirely!
I know depression and confusion and doubt are not funny attributes of a human being. But I also know that shame is more the anxiety of the observer than the 'due' of the sufferer! Are we really surprised that a person go 'over the edge' when we ourselves do not know where the edge is, if it is, and to whence 'it' goes?
"MENTAL ILLNESS", the expression, overlooks one or two things. Illness is rarely, if ever, confined to the mind. If the mind were part of body, the body would be implicated in a disorder. The mind is not physical, and only co-ordinates with a body. Inasmuch as a body depends upon things mental or cerebral to be animated ('alive'), "mental illness" is never explicitly a mental disintegration. It is a comprehensive disorder, including mind, body and all else that comprises a human being.
Is there something else? Need we ask? Human beings, not to mention animals, "feel"! If minds are cognizant/idiomatic, where does 'feeling' occur? In one's heart- (and 'cardiac' is not, here, intended!) There, then, is mind, body, and heart. There is "psyche"- a nebulous reference to the fact that we are alive ( and not to be equated with mere ideas such as "mad", "normal" or "genius"...)
I could go on forever, ( and I may, since I don't accredit 'death' as true or 'real') but I will conclude here by saying that whether a person is 'nuts' or 'normal' is so often a behaviourally-observed 'indication'... devoid of understanding of causation. It therefore becomes inordinate to ascribe 'diagnoses', prescribe medication or inscribe epithets for a situation or malady that cannot be remedied effectively thereby!
Thanks to "VOICES" and its initiators for the chance to say some of what I have to say.