mental health

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Too Much

Time to get serious again, folks! While cleaning out my parent’s first floor after the hurricane I came across some stories I had written. Luckily, the ink on most of them were still visible. The following is one of those stories. I wrote it in the Fall of 2005, towards the end of my battle with an eating disorder. Although I no longer suffer, each day I continue to struggle with it.

With her left hand she grips the porcelain bowl. The right index finger enters her mouth and moves back to the farthest reaches of her throat. She tickles her tonsils and feels the bile rise; almost there. Remove the finger, let the floodgates open and expel dinner. A running shower prevents detection. The bowl a putrid mixture of acid, food and soda. The tomato sauce had been tastier on the way down. Nothing sticks around for long. Continue reading

Autism Intervention Doesn’t Stop With the Kids

Emotions tend to run extremely high when talking about the autism spectrum disorders, and for good reason. Very little is concretely known about the cause of the disorder, and while there are modes of treatment that are empirically supported (such as ABA therapy), panic runs so high upon diagnosis, the long, hard slog of behavioral therapy is often forgone in favor of the miracle cure.

When I first began working in 2008, prevalence rates sat at 1:125; today they are closer to 1:91. For many parents, it feels like we’re in the middle of an unstoppable epidemic.

The field is tantamount to the Wild West– oversight is minimal, the types of licensure available are few (and the requirements and oversights as compared to, say, those for licensed professional counselors, are extremely lax), and evidence-based treatment is neglected in favor of fad ‘cures’ marketed to desperate parents. Continue reading

OkStupid: One Girl’s Descent into Dating Madness

Most messages received on OkCupid rarely go beyond the inane, but there are those that so violently violate the laws of space, time, and reason that the beg to be shared. These are their stories.

OkCupid is a scary place – you have to contend with hipsters, sad old men, and people you suspect are suffering from a thought disorder. It’s this last group that usually sends the most hilarious (and often terrifying) messages to my inbox. Continue reading

Sexsomnia Is the Most Awesome Sleep Disorder Ever

Husbands all around the world just suddenly found something interesting about those sweat pants you sleep in. The possibility that you’ll take them off and want to have sex while you sleep! No? You don’t think so? How do you know? According to researchers, Sexsomnia can affect anyone.  Do you know for sure that you aren’t afflicted with possibly the best sleep disorder ever? People! If your nocturnal emissions are uh, no longer a one person activity, have no fear.  You’re not alone. Other people are boning in their sleep too.

Sex…too magical to be contained with consciousness. Continue reading

Bipolar Disorder Beyond the Headlines

Author’s Note: It has been brought to my attention by an insightful reader that this post could be perceived as presenting psychiatric maxims and advice. I want to be clear for anyone reading this that I have no psychiatric or medical training. This post is written purely from the perspective of a layperson with bipolar disorder and is not intended to diagnose, treat or judge any illness or disorder. I apologize retroactively for any lack of clarity on my part.

In a recent Crasstalk comment thread, I made the mistake of writing the sentence “Catherine Zeta Jones is pretending to be in rehab for bipolar disorder.” Although it was certainly not my intention, my very poor choice of words made it seem that I was flippantly saying that Ms. Jones was faking her illness. Perhaps my comment is even worse considering that I do know much better than to make light (even unintentionally) of serious matters.

In hindsight, I know that I should have clarified my point by writing, “Catherine Zeta Jones’ publicist says that she is in rehab for bipolar disorder.” The point I was trying to make is that for an A-list actor, the stigma of admitting to treatment in a psychiatric facility is far greater than the stigma associated with going to rehab. My theory is that drug addicts – regardless of the severity of their addiction – can always say their behavior was a result of temporary weakness, whereas people with mental illness are often viewed as inherently and irrevocably defective. Chemical imbalances in the brain that must be treated with medication are deemed far worse than chemical imbalances in the body that require medication.

Ms. Jones has been diagnosed with bipolar II disorder, which is markedly different from bipolar I. (Bipolar II is characterized by more lows than highs, and the highs are rarely manic. Bipolar I is characterized by less severe lows and intermittent manic highs.) But I think the media lumps the two together because it’s more “exciting” to potentially have a manic-behaving celebrity, as in the case of Britney Spears’ paparazzi-fueled meltdown and hospitalization. But regardless, I think that arguing over degrees of mental illness is both missing the point and enhancing the stigma. I also think that the media’s tendency to publicly “out” people as being bipolar – even if they are exhibiting clear symptoms of the disorder – is victim-shaming at its worst. (Charlie Sheen comes to mind.)

Not every celebrity can be as open as, say, Carrie Fisher, who publicly talks about taking 8 different meds to manage her bipolar I disorder. I can understand a famous person not wanting to be painted with the mental illness brush. I think Catherine Zeta Jones is to be admired for acknowledging it. Of course, the extenuating circumstances of the personal stress she’s been under have clearly been a factor, but she could have instead chosen to say that she was suffering from exhaustion and face far less public scrutiny.

The brouhaha which my crass comment regarding Ms. Jones created in the comments has made me rethink my own situation. Despite my ebullient friendliness online, in many ways, I am a private person. I didn’t want to offer up as a defense for my remarks the fact that I have bipolar I disorder, because I didn’t want to be perceived as (1) insane, (2) self-hating or (3) unsupportive of other bipolar people, none of which is the case at all. I was merely recognizing the social stigma of the disorder – a stigma so great that it leads to inpatient psychiatric care being euphemistically referred to as rehab, and creates a hierarchy between “good” bipolar (II) and “bad” bipolar (I).

Having dealt with bipolar disorder consistently for eleven years (I was diagnosed a decade earlier) I can tell you that it’s challenging at times, but as long as I’m on top of things, I can consciously forestall circumstances spiraling out of my control. I take only one medication and manage my moods and thoughts quite diligently. Sleep is the best leveler I know of, and I make a concerted effort to keep my body healthy and balanced in all other ways as well. Bipolar disorder does not have to be a dramatic, violent life-interruptor, although mania is often portrayed that way on TV and in movies. It helps to have supportive people in your life; everyone close to me is well aware that I am bipolar, and my family and closest friends don’t judge me for it.

It is my intention to clear up the misunderstanding I created by offering a piece of my personal experience. It is obviously my hope that those reading this will open their minds to the possibility that bipolar disorder – and mental illness in general – is not the death sentence many people have been led to believe. There are varying degrees of the disorder, and I know that I am fortunate to have a milder version of bipolar I. Rather than look at it as a curse, I prefer to look at it the way Jimi Hendrix did: “Manic depression is touching my soul.”

UPDATE: bens made a fantastic — and crucial — comment that deserves to be in the body of this post. He offered some explicit clarification regarding the connection between drug abuse and mental illness that I had completely missed. Here is his comment in its entirety:

Drug addiction is a mental illness. You are mentally ill if you are a drug addict, plain and simple. Not everybody who goes to rehab or goes to a psychiatric facility for “drug addiction” is a drug addict, but for those who are genuine drug addicts there’s no way you can say its not a mental illness.

And then you get to the problem whereby many different mental illnesses mimic symptoms. You could be doing drugs because you’re depressed, have bipolar disorder, have a geniune addiction to drugs, because you’re self medicating anxiety symptoms, etc. There’s a lot of overlap and misdiagnosis.

The first thing anyone will tell a patient seeking help at a rehab is that “you can’t easily put the toothpaste back in the tube.” Its something that doesn’t go away.

For CZJ, she probably went to a dual-diagnosis rehab, to get the appropriate level of care. She’s most likely abusing substances, hence the rehab. Just going to a psych facility not tailored to treat her addiction would only be treating part of the problem.

15 Unusual Phobias

We all have bizarre idiosyncrasies, strange things we’re afraid of, paranoias that just seems irrational.  Have you ever wondered what it’s called?  Well, here is a completely random list of phobias that may or may not relate to you.

Phobophobia – fear of having a phobia.

So you’re afraid of being afraid, so you become even more afraid, causing you to become even more afraid of being afraid than you were in the first place, and so on.  It’s like a dream within a dream within another dream, within a movie screen.  Only not really.

Agyrophobia – fear of crossing roads..

What about jokes about crossing roads?  Why did the chicken cross the “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”  No?  OK.

Anthophobia – fear of flowers.

I don’t understand – this seems perfectly natural.

I wasn't afraid of flowers until just now.

Ablutophobia– fear of bathing, washing, or cleaning..

I believe this is the patron phobia among hermits.  I love taking showers and being clean, but I hate picking up after myself.  Can I be considered partially ablutophobic?   Would it be called hemi-ablutophobic?

Chorophobia – fear of dancing.

Well, some people just shouldn’t dance anyway.

Um…

Now I’m afraid of dancing.

Somniphobia – fear of sleep.

I just can’t even conceive of that.  Sleep is what I do when shit has hit the fan and I’ve been exhausted by stress.  Sleep is a sweet, sweet escape from the world.  I am most definitely pro-sleep.

Ergasiophobia, Ergophobia – fear of work or functioning, or a surgeon’s fear of operating.

Seriously?  “Sorry  boss, can’t come in today, I have Ergophobia.  Yeah, it’s a thing.”

Of course surgeons could be imagining this.

Well if it isn't my old friend Mr McCreg. With a leg for an arm, and an arm for a leg!

Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia – fear of the number 666.

I’m afraid of words of that length.  What’s that called?

Kinemortophobia – fear of the undead, specifically zombies.

Who wouldn’t be afraid of zombies?  Are there some sort of warm fuzzy zombies that bake pies and give back massages I haven’t heard about that most people wouldn’t be afraid of?

OK, this one is kind of adorable.

Koumpounophobia – fear of sewing buttons.

What about sewing on snaps?  Hemming something?  Having buttons thrown at you?  I need more information!

Nomatophobia – fear of names.

But…. Why does it have a name?

Oikophobia – fear of home surroundings and household appliances.

“Home surroundings”?  As in walls?  Or just your toaster?  In which case, I understand.

Not technically a toaster...

Paraskavedekatriaphobia, Paraskevidekatriaphobia, Friggatriskaidekaphobia – fear of Friday the 13th.

These names have to be made up.  They probably are – I’ll admit my research was minimal.

Tetraphobia – fear of the number 4.

This must have made being a Brett Favre fan rather difficult.  John Madden most definitely does not have this phobia.

I have a phobia of this guy.

Coulrophobia – fear of clowns (not restricted to evil clowns).

Does anyone actually like clowns?  How about this – who would you rather have direct contact with; a dentist or a clown?

Exception to the rule?  Fizbo. Thus is the power of Cameron, of Modern Family.

Fizbo

So what did I miss?  Feel free to add to the list with your own favorite phobia.   My real phobia, which I didn’t even know was a thing until a few weeks ago?  Trypophobia – I just went to google image it to share pictures, and it just about made me cry.  So, no visuals for that one (at least not from me).

Until next time!

MP