Tuesday, 2 February 2010

Reminder to Self

Posts to write:

The despicable and counter-productive nature of the current diagnostic paradigm. I.E. why separating your self from a mythological 'disease' is unhelpful. Diagnoses in MH are just descriptions, people!!! (and bad descriptions, at that)...

Review of Lars von Trier's latest romcom. I am especially qualified, because:

i) have experienced psychosis and psychotic violence both from myself and others 1/100
ii) am intimate with all of Tarkovsky's work 1/10000
iii) have a hut in the wilderness 1/500
equals at least one in twenty million. Isn't it nice to have a film made 'Just For You.'

(I am aware that my statistics are flawed, and anyone who is intimate with all of Tarkovsky's work probably includes anyone in the other two categories too ;-))

Blah blah blah blah.

Take care all, Dx


la said...

I think it's easier with a wife. Or if not easier exactly, better. Or maybe just different. Or something. But it's [insert appropriate word] when someone else believes in you. Believes you are you. Everyday you're reinforced.

It's different when you're alone and you're shut in your own head chasing your thoughts like a dog trying to catch its tail.

(Of course, that could be the situation in an unhappy marriage...)

David said...

This confused me - do you mean my remark on putting the blame on baleful outside influences (disease) being easier with a wife (begs the question - what about husbands? ;-)) or is it easier to watch the Antichrist with the missus in the room? Hmmmmmm..... uncomfortable viewing for all concerned there.


p.s. let me actually get round to writing the posts, and then you can lay into me all you like, and I'll welcome it. Take care me dear Dx

David said...

(all above said in sweetness and light - seriously!)

Scream said...

I told my husband that I was going to drive to a nearby town and murder a psychiatrist. He said "Well everyone needs to have a hobby" then that snapped me back into reality and I knew that I could never actually do such a thing. So yes husbands can be helpful too.

la said...

Sorry. Maybe I misunderstood you. I'm feeling incoherent, too. (I think you can read incoherently, can't you? You know what I mean.)

As you know, I've been thinking a lot recently about the relationship between personality and illness (disease to me is malaria.) Over the years I've found it very helpful actually to separate my personality from my illness, but now it's all come crashing together with the realisation that I might just be a bit shit.

If I had a husband who smiled at me and made me a cup of tea every morning and by his presence indicated that he wanted to be with me, it would reinforce the positive aspects of my personality. And we'll call that the not diseased part.

Although if I had a husband who told me I was fat and useless and kicked me in the head it would reinforce the negative. The diseased part.

This isn't getting any clearer, is it?

la said...

And by and large I think wives tend to be better than husbands. A good wife is hard to beat (boom-boom!)

David said...

Yeah... you're bringing me back to my current obsession:

Intensity of experience (up or down) - coping strength = severity of complaint. (i.e. there are plenty of people who see and hear mad stuff who don't have a problem with it and there are people who find milder problems absolutely crippling - I don't think these terms should be used in a perjorative way - no-one can help their own given mode of perception - we can all try to make ourselves better at coping, but I think the cards we're dealt by the time we reach adulthood are fixed (in both senses of the word)...

Let's use the old leg analogy. We might be born with one leg. We might get very good at hopping. But there will always be a limit at how far we can improve our hopping skills. And if we can't hop fast enough to make ourselves happy, then we'll unhappily get hopping mad.

And yes, loving spouses and supportive friends of all flavours, denominations and tendencies are going to help bolster one's ability to cope. You're quite right on that score.