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Scrounging For News

Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She’s old enough to know better
So cry baby cry.

~The Beatles

I’ve been looking for the latest mental patient poster child and ventriloquist dummy of the bio-medical model of psychiatry to state their case publicly in the media. You know the pitch. I have a mental illness. There is nothing anybody could have done, even myself, to stop this thing from striking me. It’s not a matter of weakness. It strikes athletes, too. Whatever? Mommy and daddy didn’t have anything to do with it. I didn’t have bad parents. If I was bullied by school mates, you’re changing the subject. It’s a chemical imbalance. Without psychiatric drugs I’d be in the Looney Bin. The problem is stigma; people don’t understand that mental illness is real.

Nothing is popping up at me in the search engine right away, and I’m wondering why. Maybe it has something to do with this Amy Bishop business in Huntsville, Alabama. Speaking right after a multiple murder is bad timing, especially when you’re a nut and the killer was a nut, too. It could be the absurdity of the DSM-V, too. This thing is 3 years off, and people can’t stop commenting on it. When a person comes forward with a mental illness, it doesn’t help to have people discussing possible future diagnoses. It makes your own diagnosis look kind of illusory. Doctors are inventing this stuff? Naw, not really. My condition is real anyway. So you say.

Perhaps it has something to do with the number of professionals questioning the benefit of psychiatric drugs. Perhaps the compliant patient type has grown tired of taking abuse. There could be a thousand reasons, and your guess is as good as mine as to what exactly it is. The subject is not a popular one with the media. The media is more taken with crime and disaster. They get their poster children from the professionals who have cultivated a relationship with the media, and who now have a token case who will say just what they want people to hear. The mainstream media, in large measure, is why there is an internet with blogs, zines, and You Tube videos. Noncompliant ex-patients have a story to tell, too, and you can find that one also if you search for it.

I will keep at the matter. Something’s going to come up eventually. It always does. I want to take the subject on right out of the horse’s mouth. I want to turn his or her words around on him or herself. There are other avenues beside the street of perpetual treatment. All you have to do is hop on a different bus, and it will take you to a different location. There is no reason on earth why you should spend your entire life pretending that you can’t do what you can do. Shed the carapace of the sick patient role, and reenter the world of the living if you like. You’d not be the first person to have reentered that world. It has been done before. Nobody will do it quite the way that you do it, nonetheless, if you succeed in doing it. Just one more thing, there is that little hurdle of making the decision to dispense with the invalid tag. Maybe it would help if you thought of it as a plastic nipple.