Thursday, January 9, 2014

"Sick"

At my work, we use the word "sick" to describe our clients.  But honestly, despite having to use it with coworkers, I don't like it! I'm cautious and I try really hard not to use it because I think with regards to mental health, "sick" as a label really just means "feel free to ignore their realities and almost everything they say to you."
When you're calling someone "sick," you're in a position of power and authority and you're "othering" people.  Yes, some people have very severe mental disorders that lead them to hear thoughts, hallucinate, and have delusions, but it doesn't mean that our reality is superior to their's that we can just disregard their every testimony.  We are so quick to label people "abnormal" that we have made ourselves lazy.  We have become too lazy to attempt to listen to people with mental disorders and try to understand their reality.  We have made our experiences the baseline for everyone and everything and fail to acknowledge the fact that everyone's reality is different.  Why is it that we expect everyone to understand and experience the same things?  And when people don't, then the solution is to pump them with drugs and try to make them more like us.
 BUT, then what?  When the drugs are changing people to make their realities more like the average, are they all the sudden normal again?  Let's be honest, the answer is NO.  Even with drugs, people with mental disorders are still marginalized and discriminated against because they are "sick" and what they say can never be trusted.  We scrutinize every little detail of their behavior and if once they raise their voice a little or swing their arms around, then they are "unstable", "sick", and "crazy."  Maybe their emotional response is more sensitive than the average people, but it doesn't mean the emotions and what triggered their response isn't real or even justified.  So, before we call someone "sick" the next time someone is "acting crazy" (whatever that may be to you), maybe we should just listen and try to understand from their perspective.

Found this really interesting article: http://www.blackgirldangerous.org/2014/01/racist-ableist-use-term-psychopath/#.Uuf8dMyLQIk.facebook

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

I'm not going to lie but I'm terrified of 2014.  I wake up this morning feeling relaxed, but almost without missing a beat, a wave of fear, panic, and anxiety washed over me.
Not to start my year mopping, but I've been terrified of 2013 ending because 2013 really was more than any other year.  It was the year that I saw new places and met new people.  It was the year that I partied my hearts out with my very best friends and slept with my make-up on too many times.  It was the year I wrote a 20 pages paper that almost destroyed my self-esteem and made me realize how much I am not sure about what I want to do and where I want to go.  It was the year I pulled too many all nighters, ate too much McDonalds, drank too much, and smoked too much hookah.  It was the year that I graduated, had to say good-bye to my small nook of freedom, and live with my parents full-time.  It was the year that I realized I wanted to be a social worker and focus in policy because that's who I am.  It was the year that I spent the last day of the year with the love of my life.
In this one year, I went through sooooooo many ups and downs and made so many decisions that I am now scared to face them 2014.  Without the safety of school, that guarantees new and probably great experiences, I'm left with only myself and my decisions.  I'm left with no one to blame.

But I guess 2014 is really just an other year. So Happy New Year and hope there are many more amazing memories to come.