We Don’t Want Your Pity

Something has to trigger me to talk about Bipolar Disorder. I don’t like to discuss it because it makes me feel sick inside — physically ill. I will take my night medications and get a little panicky because I am certain that if I don’t fall asleep shortly after, I am going to vomit them up. The valproic acid alone causes a slight burning sensation down my esophagus as If I swallowed a milliliter of icy/hot.

By Chris Blackburn

The Bipolar Detective

I have a friend who reads my blog, so after they read this I just might be out that friend. But just as she could be open and honest, this is me being open and honest. My friend is doing a rotation in child psychology. It’s tough on her because she feels she lacks the empathy for it. That is understandable because I lack empathy for drug addicts; we all have our thing. What triggered me though was when we were talking about it and I was suggesting a tip to fake the empathy until she’s out of it, she uses her sister as why she cannot feel for these troubled kids. She loves her sister as much as the average human being loves their family members, but she couldn’t always “handle her crap”.

I regret ever having commented on her post because even though I am not her sister and the fact she’s also telling me she feels nothing towards these kids, that was like a slap to the face. And then deepening the blow by saying that mental health needs people who “really, really care” and have “endless patience”. No, we don’t need mothers, thank you. We need understanding Doctors, Nurses, Health Techs, etc. The counselors and psychotherapists should care, yes. But we need clinical just like any other person on this planet that has a health condition.

Give anyone endless patience and they’ll run all over you. You have to give them boundaries and rules and show them as much as they can get frustrated, so can you. Walking on eggshells is bullshit and people really need to understand that. We are all human, mental disorder or not.

We don’t want your pity, we don’t want to be coddled. We want you to understand that we are human. Fucked up and sick sometimes, we are still humans with real emotions and deserve being treated as well as the next person. We are not our disease.

The Nature of the Beast

Blatant discrimination can anger you. You can find watching movies or reading books that are heavy into prejudices on race, sex, sexual preference, so on and so forth to be maddening. It’s been said that discrimination is based on fear – you’re actually afraid of what you cannot understand. It also seems to be based on a heavy dose of ignorance — you don’t understand and you choose not to.

Prejudice, not being founded on reason, cannot be removed by argument.”
Samuel Johnson (English Poet, Critic & Writer. 1709-1784)

What happens then when you’re the one being discriminated against? Not just by some random stranger or a group of idiots, but by someone you considered a dear friend for many years? What people fail to realize a lot of the time, even one living with the disorder, is that you cannot blanket it with the title of being mentally ill. How we label mental health is how it becomes so stigmatized. You’re only mentally ill when you’re ill by the disorder — you go off treatment or when the treatment starts working less for you and you fail to notify the proper people who help you manage it. Being on the treatment that works for you brings mental stability and mental wellbeing. You cannot call yourself or let others call you mentally ill. In my book, the mentally ill are ones that are untreatable. The ones who sadly have to live an institutionalized lifestyle. The ones you cannot bring back to reality. The ones who cannot be cared for outside of a controlled environment.

I’m fine, but I’m bipolar. I’m on seven medications, and I  take medication three times a day. This constantly puts me in touch with the  illness I have. I’m never quite allowed to be free of that for a day. It’s like  being a diabetic.
— Carrie Fisher

 

Advocate Against Discrimination

(Photo credit: FreePride Foundation Project)

The nature of the beast. You’re Bipolar, you have to know that you’re going to face discrimination. OK fine, let’s all just get complacent. You’re black, you should just accept a lot of whites will discriminate against you. You’re mexican, get ready to be discriminated against by the blacks. You’re gay, well that’s the lifestyle you chose and you decided to come out of the closet so you should be prepared for the bullying and crude comments; and don’t think your own family won’t participate in that. You’re a woman, be prepared to get your ass smacked. And dare you come out after dark and you are alone, silly you for thinking you could be safe walking to your car. What were you wearing when this supposed incident took place? A miniskirt and some fishnets, you were totally asking for it.

I was told by a friend yesterday that the falling out I had with a mutual friend last year was due to the fact that I have Bipolar disorder and she doesn’t want me around her child. It doesn’t help that the person I had a falling out with was a consistent friend and this mutual friend of ours happens to be more flighty. It also doesn’t help that when I have a falling out that is that negative, unbeknownst to me until yesterday, that I am friends with a friend of theirs. I don’t like the feeling. Especially when Miss Flighty talks a decent amount of smack about Miss Fallout to me. Need I not have to inform you that I don’t bring up Miss Fallout with Miss Flighty because it’s called respect and I don’t want to make Miss Flighty feel uncomfortable about being friends with Miss Fallout and me. Miss Flighty didn’t start hanging out or coming around until Miss Fallout recently (in the last few months) became less available due to a newish relationship.

I don’t trust Miss Flighty. I trust she is being truthful, I don’t trust her loyalties. This stems from the fact that she was the best friend I was with when the Incident happened. Yes, we were 14, but she never backed my story. When we saw one another the following fall when we first started high school, she was cold and just a few weeks ago when we were talking about seeing each other again she told me how this other girl would talk shit about me to Miss Flighty. Why would you feel the need to now tell me that some chick didn’t like me and would talk shit to you about me? Do you think I am ignorant to the fact that if she chose you and you liked her, you weren’t talking shit also?

So I guess it’s don’t shoot the messenger, but what are the messenger’s intentions? After high school she didn’t contact me again until Ivan tried to rape her.

I’m shutting down. I’ll maintain my friendship with her, but only by the way she maintains hers with me. Hang out because you need a friend until you find different ones.

 

 

That Fork in the Road

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth–

Excerpt: Robert FrostThe Road Not Taken

I couldn’t pass up the DP Challenge today. ” Open your nearest book to page 82. Take the third full sentence on the page, and work it into a post somehow.

helping sarah

helping sarah (Photo credit: kat st kat)

Being Manic-Depressive (Bipolar) comes with a lot of perks and not so fun additives. I cannot speak for all and nor would I ever want to as it’s a spectrum disorder so none two Bipolar people are alike. They have the main categories: Bipolar 1, Bipolar 2, Cyclothymia (Also known as Bipolar Lite) and Bipolar Spectrum Disorder-NOS (Not otherwise specified). Not one is better than the other, they are classified by the severity of the symptoms, but that doesn’t mean that it will affect your life any more or less. To be walking out and saying “phew, thank God I don’t have Bipolar 1″ shouldn’t usually cross your mind. Some Bipolars experience their symptoms in longer intervals, some rapid-cycle between mania and depression or hypomania and depression. Some never experience a heavy depression, or one they’d consider to be that much of a hindrance to them. Some people with Bipolar 1 disorder never go from Mania to Psychosis in their lives. Some could, like me.

I go through stages and I think the stages will recycle themselves for the rest of my life. Anger that I am conflicted with this disorder that so many people don’t understand. The stigma that is carried along with Bipolar disorder. The people that claim another person is Bipolar because of a behavior they have like an explosive temper. I don’t think these people went to medical school and obtained their specialty in neuropharmacology and diagnosing of mental illnesses. Just my thoughts. I get sad; the whole “why me?”. What did I do to deserve living on medications for the rest of my life? Medication cocktails that will change time and time again because of your chemical make up and how you absorb a medication changes along with its effectiveness. Am I doing what’s right by me? How are these drugs going to affect me 10, 15, 20 years from now? Side effects like weight gain, possible diabetes, acne, water retention, kidney failure. Acceptance. Studies have shown that those with Bipolar disorder tend to be smarter, having a higher IQ which is only useful if you exercise it. We can be more creative; a lot of artists in music, writing, paint, design, etcetera are or were (if they’re dead by chance) Bipolar. Medication isn’t so bad if it makes me mentally feel like me. This is where we run into trouble.

The book I am using my sentence from was lying on the floor next to my bed from where I like to lounge and type nonsensical words onto the screen and publish them to see who will read them and what they will think. The cover and the back of the book have been ripped off, not because I stole the book, but because I once became enraged (anger stage) not long ago and ripped them off so anyone who came into my room and looked at my bookshelf wouldn’t see this self-help book for Bipolar disorder. It was a tad on the paranoid side because rarely does anyone come into my room. So I cannot produce proper credit, but if they ever run this line through a plagiarism site, may they understand it was me utilizing their help and not trying to steal from them. I’ve already looked, the title is not anywhere in the book unless it’s on some obscure page in the middle of the book.

 “It can feel like taking the medications is a big risk, but not taking them can be risky as well.”

The other night when I was talking to my mom about an upcoming appointment I have with my doctor, I mentioned something about not believing his diagnosis is incorrect, but that I wanted to know with certainty that I needed to be on the medications that I am on. That can be looked at in two different ways. It could be smart to know that these medications are working and they are the answer. It could be dumb because it could be the medications are working well enough to where I don’t think I need them. The latter sounds more on par if you think about it. The first choice could be very logical, but right now it’s not. That talk with my mom was more like a talk with myself trying to convince me as much as her that my disorder could possibly be a misdiagnosis.

This reason right here is the one that makes Bipolar disorder the hardest mental disorder to treat. Not only do the medications have to be right and tweaked for as long as we’re alive, but once we are good and feel stable, that’s when we want to get off the treatment train and live our own lives. We can talk ourselves into believing we are well and don’t need to be medicated when in reality we don’t even realize we are becoming our own worst enemy. We go off the drugs, spiral out, I personally always go up before I go down, fight to not get hospitalized, get heavy doses of whatever they want to give us while in there then they send us on our way when the insurance says no more or the psyche appointed to that hospital feels you aren’t a danger to yourself or society. I don’t want to play Russian roulette with myself or the people who care about me. Yes there could be alternative treatments, I may pursue them in the future, but now is too soon. My brain has broken twice, my psychiatrist tells me if it happens again it could be permanent. I don’t want to lose my family and friends, but I especially do not want to lose myself.

You do it to yourself, you do
And that’s what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you, you and no one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself.. yourself.. yourself..

Radiohead – Just

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