in the mind of a crazy feminist:
a space where feminist ideology and the experience of mental illness can unfurl
Welcome
Considering how prevalent mental illness is, why do so few bloggers talk about it?
The aim of this blog is to write about my experience with mental illness, developments in my life as well as issues in the field of mental health all the while keeping a feminist framework.
I hope you can take something from this blog, whatever that may be.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
*new blogger alert*
The time stamp on that last entry says 6:15 when it should have said 6:28 like my PST clock does... I will try to fix before my next post!
While I can be described as generally quite pessimistic and passionate (others would say angry) person, most of what I write here is never really 'angry', but rather the result of having had to bottle up frustrations. As an active feminist activist I am often frustrated with the wall one often faces because of ingrained sexism and other forms of discrimination that penetrates all levels of our society; but as an activist I have an outlet to release this frustration and 'do something about it'. With my experience of mental illness I have had to bottle these feelings because, it seems, my friends and family feel uncomfortable if I talk about it, my doctors sure do not want to hear about it, and often I have enough self doubt that even I will disregard its importance. But here, I get to release these experiences and frustrations. I get to get them off my chest and work through them in my own way. So if I sounds angry, its probably just frustration with a healthy dose of sarcasm. ; )
A short history
Age of first diagnoses: 17 Number of diagnoses given: 4 Number of relapses: 4 Years of psychotherapy: 2.5 Number of perscriptions tried: 6 'Alternative' treatments: accupuncture Years of my life affected: over 10 Number of relationships affected/destroyed: all but one Job/volunteer position offers withdrawn directly because of my diagnosis: 3 Favorite strange side effect: yawning
My feminist beginings
I never considered myself a feminist until I was 21 and in my third year of university. I told my roomate in a low voice, "I think I am a feminist". It was if it was a dark confession. Now it is one of the ways I define myself and I believe it shapes how others see me. I like that it does.
A note on "experts"
It becomes apparent quickly that I am a bit skeptical of the knowledge we have of psychology/psychiatry. My extensive experience with doctors of all sorts has only convinced me that at times psychology/psychiatry are pseudo sciences. What I mean by this is that the people who study and practice these fields - those we call "experts" - often do not know how the mind works, boundaries of diagnoses often blur and there is little awareness of why some treatments work when others do not. Psychiatric drugs are litterally a shot in the dark because often scientists do not know how or why they work, research just tells them that sometimes they do. Diagnoses are at times laughable in how vague and inadequate they are. (How many of us has heard, "you have (bipolar) tendencies" or "characteristics of (obessive compulsive disorder)".)
BUT, to make myself clear, I am not angry toward or dismiss the role of these "experts", they are doing the best they can with limited knowledge. But thats just it... how can anyone be a true expert when so little is known of a subject?
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