Showing posts with label mental health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mental health. Show all posts
Thursday, June 22, 2017
My Lovely Wife in the Psych Ward by Mark Lukach - #review
Monday, January 28, 2013
Mental Health Mondays #1
PURPOSE: to reduce some of the stigma associated with mental illness by talking about it more...in public.
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Mental Health Mondays is my freshwoman foray into the world of hosting a blog link-up. Mental Health has been an interest/concern/passion of mine for most of my adult life. One of the gifts I received at the onset of puberty was a tendency towards depression. I call it a gift, because without having dealt with depression for nearly 40 years now, I would have become a much different person.
I'm not advocating that everyone go out and get them a bottle of depression at the corner pharmacy. It is also a very frustrating condition. Sometimes I get angry that I will probably have to take meds for this the rest of my life. Then I am very grateful that these medications exist and I don't have to suffer.
I am also not off my rocker, a sandwich short of a picnic or not playing with all of my marbles. I don't own a rocker (although I'd like to); my picnics are never short of food and I do not discriminate between my marbles.
But don't call me normal, either. That is also a dirty word at our house. Differences can be celebrated.
Many people tend to treat someone with a mental illness as "less than human". For four years, I worked with adults who had MR/DD (mental retardation and/or developmental disabilities) in a residential/teaching facility. Most people out and about were at least kind, but some people's behavior was just...bad. I've seen people move to the opposite side of an aisle in a store, get up and move to a different table in a restaurant, and make inappropriate comments.
I even heard of one hospital ER staff making a comment, "Why don't they take 'them' to the vet where they belong?" I cannot attest the veracity of that statement, but unfortunately it would not surprise me. And it's probably a good thing I wasn't there. One thing that job changed in me was an increased willingness to jump into the middle of confrontational situations. If I had been there, the so-called medical professional would have been a patient in their own ER and I would probably be online from the prison library.
And a Humongous (I spell-checked) Mental Health Mondays Hug to Michael Garcia from Houston, a waiter who refused to serve a man who was making extremely rude comments about a family whose little boy has Down's Syndrome.
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"RULES"
1. Please put this button in your post:
2. If you are a "hater", I'm sure there are places you can go to get what you want, but this link-up is not one of them. If you will not play nice with others, you will go home before milk and cookies on the Porch.
3. A social media follow or two and/or a subscription would be VERY MUCH APPRECIATED, but not required.
4. Posts should have some sort of relation to a mental health topic, but other than that it's wide open.
5. As this link-up is BRAND new (TODAY!), spreading the word will bring you cosmic brownie points. Well, maybe not, but I would really appreciate it!
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Mental Health Mondays is my freshwoman foray into the world of hosting a blog link-up. Mental Health has been an interest/concern/passion of mine for most of my adult life. One of the gifts I received at the onset of puberty was a tendency towards depression. I call it a gift, because without having dealt with depression for nearly 40 years now, I would have become a much different person.
I'm not advocating that everyone go out and get them a bottle of depression at the corner pharmacy. It is also a very frustrating condition. Sometimes I get angry that I will probably have to take meds for this the rest of my life. Then I am very grateful that these medications exist and I don't have to suffer.
I am also not off my rocker, a sandwich short of a picnic or not playing with all of my marbles. I don't own a rocker (although I'd like to); my picnics are never short of food and I do not discriminate between my marbles.
But don't call me normal, either. That is also a dirty word at our house. Differences can be celebrated.
Many people tend to treat someone with a mental illness as "less than human". For four years, I worked with adults who had MR/DD (mental retardation and/or developmental disabilities) in a residential/teaching facility. Most people out and about were at least kind, but some people's behavior was just...bad. I've seen people move to the opposite side of an aisle in a store, get up and move to a different table in a restaurant, and make inappropriate comments.
I even heard of one hospital ER staff making a comment, "Why don't they take 'them' to the vet where they belong?" I cannot attest the veracity of that statement, but unfortunately it would not surprise me. And it's probably a good thing I wasn't there. One thing that job changed in me was an increased willingness to jump into the middle of confrontational situations. If I had been there, the so-called medical professional would have been a patient in their own ER and I would probably be online from the prison library.
And a Humongous (I spell-checked) Mental Health Mondays Hug to Michael Garcia from Houston, a waiter who refused to serve a man who was making extremely rude comments about a family whose little boy has Down's Syndrome.
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"RULES"
1. Please put this button in your post:
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