Mental
Illness
Happy
6 years sober to my beloved husband! Quite a feat and well worth
celebrating! We baked him a mint cake! Hope it was good.
I
have another happy surprise! I saw a friend tonight that I haven't
seen in over a year. She saw my daughter at the market and gave her a
ride home. It was so lovely to see her and it made my heart glad with
the blessing of her smiling face!
Missed
you Sandy glad you're back!
Okay
so tonight's topic is.... dude! You guys I am really not this
interesting! Lol
My
daughter bought me for Christmas a film called, “Girl Interrupted.”
One of my favorites to be certain. Now if you've seen the movie it is
about a girl put in an institution for mental illness. In the movie
she has, “Borderline Personality Disorder,” while her best friend
there is a sociopath. I wanted to address this term actually,
“sociopath.” because people throw it around so lightly.
According
to statistics 3.6% of adults in the US are sociopaths, meaning that
they suffer from an anti-social disorder of one form or another. A
high ratio of which are in prison. Why? Because to be an actual
sociopath you are normally setting fires or being cruel to animals.
That is not to say that all sociopaths display this behavior, but
that is a good indicator. It isn't kool to be a sociopath and more
than likely it isn't fun.
So
Angel you will ask, why are you going there? It's because I don't
feel the stigma attached to mental disability is fair or true. I also
don't think it's right to carelessly glamorize it when gossiping
about someone you don't like.
If
you have been diagnosed with a mental disorder more than likely after
the denial wears off your first plan of action is to hide it because
you are embarrassed. But let me ask you here how that is helpful? If
you found out you had cancer would you be ashamed of that too? There
is about as much shame in having a mental illness as there is in
having a head cold.
Most
people who are diagnosing themselves out there are doing so because
they are ashamed, afraid or very worried that it might be something
much worse. With this I can identify as I did it to myself for years.
I was thoroughly convinced that I was a schizophrenic as I would,
“lose time.” it worried me greatly and so even when I did seek
help I never asked a doctor. This thought haunted me for years and
nearly broke me in two. I was so embarrassed at what I might have
that it took me years of torture to find out what I did have.
I
have a simple, “cognitive disorder,” which means basically that I
can't multi-task.
There
is no good reason to drive yourself crazy over whether or not you're
crazy. It is so much easier to go to the doctor, find out and then
decide on treatment.
That's
my side of it,
Angel
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