Okay, so there are a few things that have been bothering me lately:
- People are so quick to assume that anyone who’s gone on a killing spree must be insane. When I point this out to them and mention that I have a mental illness, they often reply with “We’re not talking about you, we’re talking about crazy people.” This would be like if a woman called you out on referring to women as “bitches,” and you replied “Yeah, you’re a woman, but we’re not talking about you, just bitches” or if a black person called you out on use of the n-word and you replied “we’re not talking about all black people, just (n-words).” Hate to break it to y’all, but I am crazy. I don’t mean crazy as in weird or eccentric, I mean I am actually insane. I have a mental disease that interferes with my ability to function on a day-to-day basis, and saying that is saying you’re not stereotyping me, just everyone like me. The rate of violent crime in people with mental illnesses is the exact same as the rate in people without it.
- There is no difference between emotional pain and physical pain. I’m not saying they are effectively the same thing. I’m saying they are the same thing. There is no metaphor or poetry in this. If you, right now, are thinking “I’ve felt emotional pain and it’s nothing like physical pain,” kindly stuff it. The chemical way your body interprets “emotional pain” is the same process as interpreting physical pain. Perhaps you’ve never felt “emotional pain” on a level that compares to “physical pain,” but I assure you, they are the same thing.
- Everything that you feel, whether it’s in the brain or in any other organ, is happening physically within your body. There is not “your body” and “your mind.” Your mind, and everything it does, is happening physically in a 100% physical organ, the brain. Think about the brain as a computer, and a mental illness as being a defective processor. You can install software to make the problem temporarily lighter, but this is temporary at best and never gets rid of the problem completely, even for a short amount of time. Same goes for a mental illness. You can go to therapy, you can take medication, you can develop coping mechanisms, and these might help a little for a little while, but nothing short of repairing the physical problem with the brain (which cannot, as of now, be done without killing the person) will cure it.
- There’s this stigma that we should keep the details of our illness to ourselves because it’ll make others uncomfortable. Very often, the reasoning behind this is that “it hurts them that they can’t do anything to help you” as if we should feel bad for everyone else in the world because they have the ability to empathize. The thing is, though, that people with diabetes aren’t told to keep quiet because it might make people around them sad because they don’t have a cure for diabetes. I don’t see people telling cancer patients to shut up about their symptoms because people “don’t want to hear about it.” Y’all penalize us for behaving irrationally and then try to silence us when we try to explain why.
- Anyone who denies me a job or terminates my employment on the basis of my illness is going to get sued so hard I’ll walk out of the courtroom with the deed to the company.
I think I’m all out of things to rant about for now, but I reserve the right to continue if I think of more later.
Which is more or less what a blog is for.