Professing Mental Illness

An article, Woman says stigma the worst part of living with mental illness, in the Intelligencer about upcoming Mental Illness Awareness Week in Canada features Tony Wade’s story. I would imagine there are other people with similar stories, and that they just aren’t brave (or foolhardy, as the case may be) enough to come forward.

For the past sixteen years, she has been taking medication to control her schizophrenia, borderline personality disorder and post traumatic stress.

I just had this vision of a hand dipping into a hat containing slips of paper, and on each of these slips of paper was printed the name of a psychiatric disorder, in a psychiatrist’s office.

Some people, as you can see, are just too aware. I would imagine this woman has spent a little time in a psychiatrist’s office that might have been better spent elsewhere. This pertains not only to her, but to her entire family as well.

Both of Wade’s biological parents suffered from schizophrenia, as well as her brother and sister.

I have seen a lot of people, and I’ve seen a lot of families, but I’ve never in my life seen a schizophrenia. People with this schizophrenia, are they easily distinguishable from people with cats and dogs?

She’s seen the same psychiatrist since she was 21, and they get along swell together. Yeah, but I’m thinking maybe her relations with other people aren’t optimal, or she wouldn’t be seeing so much of him. Her psychiatric forays would have come to an abrupt end long ago.

I guess this article doesn’t need anybody else in it with this woman’s story.

I’d like to point out that there are better ways to spend your life than in mental health treatment, but what’s the use.

If I had one question for Tony, I think it would go something like this: Don’t you think that there is a more practical profession in the world for you to pursue than the profession of mental patient?

I don’t think it a moot question.