Yes its cool becouse you are week, you are going to psichiatris once a month, you use medication, you dont work you have your past filled with colours and thames, you have no money and dont want, you dont have friends and dont want and you dont like doing anything. And you say how fun is to be alive
This post made me think a lot. I know I have a tendency when Iām doing ok to laugh and joke about the crazy things I say and do when Iām unwell, in a sort of self-deprecating humour, āha ha Iām such a nutterāā¦ but itās sort of a defence mechanism for me, although I do realise that it is not an ideal way to behave as it undermines the seriousness of this illness, and I know that the same people who see my crazy antics and hear the bizarre things I say when Iām high and/or psychotic, do no see the pain and guilt and suffering that I hide behind closed doors. I do agree with you though, it really irks me when people diagnose themselves with serious mental illnesses just because theyāve said or done something a bit unusual, (Iāve tidied my house for 3 hours, Iām so OCD lolā, I canāt stop giggling, Iām so bipolar lol)ā¦ there is nothing cool or fun about having a mental illness, and again, it undermines the agony of people who really do suffer with these conditions. I hope that people in my life donāt think that I think itās cool to have a mental illness, I do worry that I give them that impression when I joke about it, but I never tell people when Iām depressed, paranoid, hallucinating, and distraught. If people did see that, they certainly wouldnāt think it was cool
I remember in high school 2002-2006 when my symptoms first started, there were girls who would go around bragging about how they got Seroquel or whatever else like it was something to be proud of.
Mental illness is a curse. Youāre just supposed to deal with the fact that youāre going to be miserable forever regardless of how wonderful your life is and then youāre expected to be all sunny and hopeful about it all. Ridiculous. My optimism burned out a long time ago.
Iād rather people view it as cool than associate the schizo stigma to it.
Iāve never seen anything but negative PR for schizophrenia, which is one reason I never sought help earlier.
I didnāt want the stigma.
It didnāt put me to sleep instantly. This was during my manic episode, and I had been up all night acting crazy in the streets until I was brought into the ER, completely disorganized, by the police. They asked me to take my medication, but I didnāt want to, so four nurses came and held me down as I writhed and wriggled, screaming, and the fifth pulled my pants off which made me feel violated and injected me with Haldol.
It took a few seconds, but it was like I was no longer superhuman, I was mortal again, euthymic, and all the events that had been happening in the past few weeks had caught up to me at last and the writing on the walls disappeared, the voices stopped, my mind was clear again. I passed out from exhaustion and the tranquilizing effects of the medication. It truly is magic sanity juice.
yea its real cool to think that youāre gonna lose your ā ā ā ā in public and end up staring into space until the dog catchers have to come and lock you up. I canāt even go out in public because of this.
good point @Anna. My doctor told me the other day, that Im not gonna be āfineā I will always struggle. I remember when anxiety and depression were my only issues. It is a curse.
too bad Im a catatonic nutcase psycho, theres nothing āartsyā or āhipā about it.
I might wink at myself in the bathroom mirror and point like Im Elvis Presley from time to time, but nobody ever catches that part.
Seems to be cool as long as you can treat it like a half hour TV show where everything bad gets resolved by the end of the show, then you turn it off and resume your regular life.
Itās not so cool when you struggle to maintain doing regularly needed things, then when an important situation crops up, you come unglued and canāt do whatās needed, forcing others to take pover and treat you like a baby.
āItās not so cool when you struggle to maintain doing regularly needed things, then when an important situation crops up, you come unglued and canāt do whatās needed, forcing others to take over and treat you like a baby.ā
Like a baby? I suffer from lifelong incontinence and need to wear adult diapers all the time. Itās the result of OCD that is untreatable. Iām also diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder and PTSD. Iāll be going into a nursing home soon, and there they definitely treat you like a baby. But for me itās a relief because it means the playing field gets evened up. Everyone there will be disabled in some way - not just me.
Cool? When people say theyāre crazy, I tell them,
āMaybe you are, but Iām crazy, and Iāve got the papers to prove it.ā That usually shuts them up.
The delirium can make it feel cool for a second, haha.
There is a book you would really hate called āFear and Loathing in Los Vegasā, by Hunter S. Thompson. It inspired a whole generation to want to be crazy.
I love that book, but anyone who thinks it is cool to be crazy after reading that must really be crazyā¦