I worry about the how-to article's pontification and aridity. So in some recent posts, I've genre-bended: I've attempted to embed a psychological issue within a short-short story. For example,Slick William and Average Jane. Here is today's offering.
What might you say to this person?
She had slept badly again. The sun just rising, she shuffled, like her patients, to the chair beside her apartment's barred window. She pulled a large syringe from her robe and placed it on the windowsill.
It was the only quiet time. No roar of buses, trucks, motorcycles. No pounding of footsteps, music, or sex from her roommates nor from the apartments left, right, and above.
She stared out the window. Nothing, until finally, a couple sashayed by, holding hands. "Probably just slept together for the first time. A few years ago, I would have thought, 'Awww, that's sweet.' Now I think, 'Soon the infatuation may well give way to the scene in Anomalisa, where all the couple says to each other is fu*k you, fu*k you, fu*k you, fu*k you.'"
She had to turn away and her pile of bills caught her eye: the tax bill, the mammoth student loan she's still paying off, the health care bill. "Oh the health care. They always find a way to charge more than it should have cost even if I had no insurance. A stomach ache, a few tests, $800 in co-pays for $7,000 in tests that should have cost less than the co-pays. And in the end, the doctor said, 'Probably psychological.' People shouldn't have to pay for health care. It's bad enough they're sick but to pay on top of it? To go broke on top of it? .Especially if the drugs I prescribed worked better, I'd be willing to get paid just $10 per patient visit, letting them supplement my income with fruits and vegetables or by letting me live in their attic
Nowhere in her pile of mail or email were responses to her job applications. "Even though I'm a psychiatrist, having given the best decade of my life to med school and residency, and paid a fortune, and being smart and persistent enough to do all that school, all I've gotten is temp fill-in work. I earned $43,000, net, last year—I can't even pay my student loan. And when I apply for real jobs, I get rejected or—more degrading—ignored. The media says that unemployment rate is 5%. That hides so much. Why does the media parrot the government's BS?"
"And we're feeling ever more inferior because of social media. Everyone's LinkedIn makes them seem like a God—"Thought leader driving change." Half the headshots are lies. It's all so demeaning, so undeservedly demeaning.
"Hi, how ya doin?" murmured the first of her roommates to awaken. She slid the syringe into her robe's pocket. 'Fine. How are you?" She thought, "What a ridiculous convention: 'Hi, how are you? Fine. How are you? Fine.' No one cares. So many people are fake, shallow, stupid or all three. And they're blank, robots, emotionless unless overreacting to microoffenses, sometimes faked overreacting: 'Would you do the dishes?'" No! That's sexist!" Then they pick one: 'I'm offended!' ' I'm shocked!' 'I'm outraged!' 'I'm disgusted!' Whatever happened to reasoned disagreement? Today, race and gender is a ubiquitous, oversensitive third rail.
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"And at work, they smile to your face and stab you in the back. They want your job or just like hurting people for jealousy or sport. Yes, some people are simply sadistic. We shrinks come up with explanations that externalize responsibility: absent mother, abusive father, but some people are just mean. Others are just lazy. It's not the **** our academic professors said were the explanations: fear of failure, fear of success. Often, it is laziness. Yes, laziness. Charlie Kaufman is right when he wrote in Synecdoche, New York, "Everyone's disappointing the more you know someone."
"Maybe so many people are mean now it's because everyone's under such pressure. Good jobs are rare and if you piss off your boss, you're out. Or if you ask for too much salary, you're out. Funny, lack of competence rarely gets you out but heaven forbid, you lose your temper one—except for a race or gender 'offense.' Or you could do nothing wrong and still you're out—the boss decides the work can be done cheaper in Asia.
"And where's the hope for the future? Certainly not in our future president. Clinton is a money-grubbing, divisive liar. Trump is worse—a pre-senile loose cannon. As long as big money and a four-year campaign is required to win, we'll never get candidates worthy of tackling the world's most difficult job.
"I'm exhausted but I should get to work but, oh the commute, and after, I really need to get started on my income tax. Oh, and that credit card fraud. I gotta change my PINs. Oh and I really need to see dad. She stared through the window's bars, saw a tricked-out Harley roar by, and trudged with the syringe into the bathroom.
The takeaway
If she were your close friend, what would you say to her or ask her about her overwhelm with modern-day pressures? About her underemployment? About her general alienation?
And now, what are the implications for you?
NOTE: In tomorrow's post, she will have undergone a metamorphosis.
I'd say get off your ass and quit whining. If you don't like your situation do something to change it.
Oh, and the comment about people "shouldn't have to pay for health care" is just STUPID. SOMEONE ALWAYS pays for it. I don't care what type of medical system there is--it's NEVER free.
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I'm not arguing, I'm just explaining why I'm right.
Well, I could agree with you--but then we'd both be wrong.
I'd say get off your ass and quit whining. If you don't like your situation do something to change it.
Oh, and the comment about people "shouldn't have to pay for health care" is just STUPID. SOMEONE ALWAYS pays for it. I don't care what type of medical system there is--it's NEVER free.
Yeah. You can complain all day long but nothing will change until you do.
And that means work.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I'd say get off your ass and quit whining. If you don't like your situation do something to change it.
Oh, and the comment about people "shouldn't have to pay for health care" is just STUPID. SOMEONE ALWAYS pays for it. I don't care what type of medical system there is--it's NEVER free.
Thank you again, dr. husker!
Easy peasy...
flan
Oh, so wallowing in self-pity and misery is the obvious solution.
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I'm not arguing, I'm just explaining why I'm right.
Well, I could agree with you--but then we'd both be wrong.
There are two kinds of people in this world. Those who make things happen and those who complain.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Sitting around whining isn't going to do a damn thing to help. I don't care how "imbalanced" you are, unless you are 100% bat schitt crazy, you know this.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
That is one incredibly disfunctional "family". Ever one of the women show signs of depression and that Cody is a sleeze ball.
But Meri got involved with a catfish situation and the whole time she has been dealing with this, she kept pulling away and separating herself from the group.
She said she didn't want to involve the others. So she ended up a sobbing ball on the couch.
She did that to herself.
And that's what happens. People segregate themselves then wonder why no one can see what's going on.
I understand how that happens.
What I don't understand is not realizing that you, the individual needing help, has to seek help. No one is a mind reader.
And it's no one's fault but your own if you stay stuck.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
That is one incredibly disfunctional "family". Ever one of the women show signs of depression and that Cody is a sleeze ball.
But Meri got involved with a catfish situation and the whole time she has been dealing with this, she kept pulling away and separating herself from the group.
She said she didn't want to involve the others. So she ended up a sobbing ball on the couch.
She did that to herself.
And that's what happens. People segregate themselves then wonder why no one can see what's going on.
I understand how that happens.
What I don't understand is not realizing that you, the individual needing help, has to seek help. No one is a mind reader.
And it's no one's fault but your own if you stay stuck.
In MANY cases, you DO realize, but think that you DON'T deserve it.
I read the same old %$@# here & am sometimes convinced that mental illness will never lose its stigma in America...
That is one incredibly disfunctional "family". Ever one of the women show signs of depression and that Cody is a sleeze ball.
But Meri got involved with a catfish situation and the whole time she has been dealing with this, she kept pulling away and separating herself from the group.
She said she didn't want to involve the others. So she ended up a sobbing ball on the couch.
She did that to herself.
And that's what happens. People segregate themselves then wonder why no one can see what's going on.
I understand how that happens.
What I don't understand is not realizing that you, the individual needing help, has to seek help. No one is a mind reader.
And it's no one's fault but your own if you stay stuck.
In MANY cases, you DO realize, but think that you DON'T deserve it.
I read the same old %$@# here & am sometimes convinced that mental illness will never lose its stigma in America...
flan
That's no one else's fault or problem.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
People can't get out of their misery (and we DO NOT KNOW this is even "depression", but I'll play along) because of a chemical imbalance so telling them to "buck it up" or whatever won't do any good.
Fine--so then you say, "well, they need to get help"--whatever form that may take.
But then the pinheads that say they can't do this for themselves tell you that you CAN'T tell them to get help, either.
Stupid.
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I'm not arguing, I'm just explaining why I'm right.
Well, I could agree with you--but then we'd both be wrong.
Perhaps there still a stigma due to the people that KNOW they need help and WON'T get the help? Food for thought perhaps...
Exactly. As long as people use it as an excuse while refusing to get help at the same time, it is going to be a stigma.
And...you just proved my point...
I would NEVER wish clinical depression on ANYONE, but the fact remains that, looking in from the outside means that attitudes like this continue to exist, even among supposedly educated people.
Perhaps there still a stigma due to the people that KNOW they need help and WON'T get the help? Food for thought perhaps...
Exactly. As long as people use it as an excuse while refusing to get help at the same time, it is going to be a stigma.
And...you just proved my point...
I would NEVER wish clinical depression on ANYONE, but the fact remains that, looking in from the outside means that attitudes like this continue to exist, even among supposedly educated people.
flan
Flan depression is very real. However, one will ONLY overcome their demons if and when they accept the personal responsibility and the work required of themselves to do so.
Spit in one hand, wish in the other, see which one fills up faster.
If you want to wish your life away, fine.
But you can not expect anyone to help you, if you don't help yourself.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Perhaps there still a stigma due to the people that KNOW they need help and WON'T get the help? Food for thought perhaps...
Exactly. As long as people use it as an excuse while refusing to get help at the same time, it is going to be a stigma.
And...you just proved my point...
I would NEVER wish clinical depression on ANYONE, but the fact remains that, looking in from the outside means that attitudes like this continue to exist, even among supposedly educated people.
flan
Flan depression is very real. However, one will ONLY overcome their demons if and when they accept the personal responsibility and the work required of themselves to do so.
Yes, and like any disorder, there are degrees.
Honestly, I think the word has become like "bully:" overused to the point that it's MEDICAL meaning is lost.
Dysthymia, for example, is a chronic form, which is not as severe as major depressive episodes, but can last longer.
And if a person does nothing to help themselves, nothing anyone else does, will matter.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I really don't know what you are arguing about flan? She understands that very well. So do I. So do many of us. Nobody can help someone who won't help themselves. Yes, you might need some help to get to the place of helping yourself. You might need counseling or medication. But, until and unless you do the WORK of caring for yourself, no one can care about you more than you care about you. They can, but only for awhile. At some point, you pick up the fork and start feeding yourself or you don't.
And if a person does nothing to help themselves, nothing anyone else does, will matter.
You'll never understand.
flan
Oh I understand very well.
I deal with depression. Every day.
I had a depressive episode that lasted 10 years, give or take.
To the point of having to force myself to take the next breath. Every. Single. Breath.
But NOTHING changed until I changed it.
You can sit and hide behind some definition and say "poor me" till you die.
But if you do, that's 100000000% YOUR FAULT and NO ONE elses.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Yes. Nothing will change until YOU take personal responsibility to help yourself. Depression is an EXPLANATION. When you use it as an EXCUSE to then not do the things you know that you are supposed to do, then you become it becomes an ingrained way of life. You know that you SHOULD get up and do the dishes, or make your kid dinner. So, get up and do those things. Washing your dishes may seem like an Herculean impossibility in throes of depression, but you are not getting any better to simply lay in bed. Give yourself 45 to lay in bed and feel your feelings. Then after 45 min, what is to be gained? Then, just GET UP. Get up and DO what you need to do and address your daily responsibiliities of life. Be it feeding the cat, wallking the dog, cleaning the sink, cooking supper or whatever. And, by doing those things, that gives you pride in yourself that helps attack your depression.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
There is a commercial running now for some new drug to fight depression.
In the commercial, the depressed people hold up little paper faces when others are near.
That commercial gets under my skin.
One of the hardest things for me to do was interact with others.
But it was fundamental in getting myself back.
You can't turn off and tune out.
You have to force yourself to engage.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
There is a commercial running now for some new drug to fight depression.
In the commercial, the depressed people hold up little paper faces when others are near.
That commercial gets under my skin.
One of the hardest things for me to do was interact with others.
But it was fundamental in getting myself back.
You can't turn off and tune out.
You have to force yourself to engage.
To a point. I get what you are saying. But, i think there is a time when you actually have to disengage. A time to just nuture yourself. When you are depressed, being around people is the last thing you want to do. I think you need to do the work of getting yourself back to that point. When you arent ready, forcing it isn't all that helpful. Focus on yourself and your responsibilities first. Take care of your home and surroundings and your family. Take care of yourself by eating well, exercising, etc. Then, after you do those things, you will have the ability and energy to engage other people. Just my opinion.
There is a commercial running now for some new drug to fight depression.
In the commercial, the depressed people hold up little paper faces when others are near.
That commercial gets under my skin.
One of the hardest things for me to do was interact with others.
But it was fundamental in getting myself back.
You can't turn off and tune out.
You have to force yourself to engage.
To a point. I get what you are saying. But, i think there is a time when you actually have to disengage. A time to just nuture yourself. When you are depressed, being around people is the last thing you want to do. I think you need to do the work of getting yourself back to that point. When you arent ready, forcing it isn't all that helpful. Focus on yourself and your responsibilities first. Take care of your home and surroundings and your family. Take care of yourself by eating well, exercising, etc. Then, after you do those things, you will have the ability and energy to engage other people. Just my opinion.
But that's just it.
It is family and work in a lot of the instances.
No. You dont need to engage 24/7.
But actively avoiding people is exhausting.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
And you wonder why you get called Flannie and are told you act like a 2 year old.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
And if a person does nothing to help themselves, nothing anyone else does, will matter.
You'll never understand.
flan
Oh I understand very well.
I deal with depression. Every day.
I had a depressive episode that lasted 10 years, give or take.
To the point of having to force myself to take the next breath. Every. Single. Breath.
But NOTHING changed until I changed it.
You can sit and hide behind some definition and say "poor me" till you die.
But if you do, that's 100000000% YOUR FAULT and NO ONE elses.
1. Why in the world didn't you get help? I was a single parent too. If my kids only had ONE parent, they deserved a functional one.
2. I have never ever heard of that. You breathe when you're asleep.
3. It's not "hiding," it's often believing you DON'T DESERVE HELP. I never felt sorry for myself. I didn't feel ANYTHING.
flan
I. I functioned. Did every thing expected of me. Existed while life went on around me. Get help? I did. I prayed a lot. And I kept getting up.
2. I wanted to die. You are so juvenile. Yes. You breathe when you sleep. It's involuntary. But there is also will. And I almost lost all will to live.
3. And yes, it IS hiding. Can't never did anything.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
And if a person does nothing to help themselves, nothing anyone else does, will matter.
You'll never understand.
flan
Oh I understand very well.
I deal with depression. Every day.
I had a depressive episode that lasted 10 years, give or take.
To the point of having to force myself to take the next breath. Every. Single. Breath.
But NOTHING changed until I changed it.
You can sit and hide behind some definition and say "poor me" till you die.
But if you do, that's 100000000% YOUR FAULT and NO ONE elses.
1. Why in the world didn't you get help? I was a single parent too. If my kids only had ONE parent, they deserved a functional one.
2. I have never ever heard of that. You breathe when you're asleep.
3. It's not "hiding," it's often believing you DON'T DESERVE HELP. I never felt sorry for myself. I didn't feel ANYTHING.
flan
Well, you felt nothing. Some people feel nothing. Some people feel like dying. Yes, you dont' feel like you DESERVE help. And, part of that is that by NOT actively helping yourself, you further depress your own self esteem. If you GET UP off the sofa or out of bed and DO the things you SHOULD do, then at least that gives you the pride of taking care of your responsibilities and then you can get additional help through counseling and medication and so forth to move yourself forward.
What exactly is your recommendation flan? Just pat someone on the head and say "oh you are so pitiful'" ? Then what? Yes, talk to someone who understands and who has compassion for what you are going thru. But, then WHAT? We offer concrete approaches but you just keep saying, no no that won't work. Tell us what will work.
Perhaps there still a stigma due to the people that KNOW they need help and WON'T get the help? Food for thought perhaps...
Exactly. As long as people use it as an excuse while refusing to get help at the same time, it is going to be a stigma.
And...you just proved my point...
I would NEVER wish clinical depression on ANYONE, but the fact remains that, looking in from the outside means that attitudes like this continue to exist, even among supposedly educated people.
flan
I have suffered with depression. And the reality is that it is up to the person to choose to get help. I found people tendled to take me more seriously then. No one is saying its easy.
"Supposedly educated people" understand that clinical depression doesn't just go away on its own. It requires getting help. But an ADULT has to choose to get that help - no one can do it for them. And if they refuse to get help, they are choosing to wallow in their illness.
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LawyerLady
I can explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
And if a person does nothing to help themselves, nothing anyone else does, will matter.
You'll never understand.
flan
Oh I understand very well.
I deal with depression. Every day.
I had a depressive episode that lasted 10 years, give or take.
To the point of having to force myself to take the next breath. Every. Single. Breath.
But NOTHING changed until I changed it.
You can sit and hide behind some definition and say "poor me" till you die.
But if you do, that's 100000000% YOUR FAULT and NO ONE elses.
1. Why in the world didn't you get help? I was a single parent too. If my kids only had ONE parent, they deserved a functional one.
2. I have never ever heard of that. You breathe when you're asleep.
3. It's not "hiding," it's often believing you DON'T DESERVE HELP. I never felt sorry for myself. I didn't feel ANYTHING.
flan
Well, you felt nothing. Some people feel nothing. Some people feel like dying. Yes, you dont' feel like you DESERVE help. And, part of that is that by NOT actively helping yourself, you further depress your own self esteem. If you GET UP off the sofa or out of bed and DO the things you SHOULD do, then at least that gives you the pride of taking care of your responsibilities and then you can get additional help through counseling and medication and so forth to move yourself forward.
What exactly is your recommendation flan? Just pat someone on the head and say "oh you are so pitiful'" ? Then what? Yes, talk to someone who understands and who has compassion for what you are going thru. But, then WHAT? We offer concrete approaches but you just keep saying, no no that won't work. Tell us what will work.
I don't know why you rail against self help? You cannot help someone who will not lift a finger to help themselves. I mean, yes, someone may be so low, that it can be done for a time. But, you cannot expect the people around you to do the heavy lifting everyday. I can help someone to the EXTENT that they are willing to try to take a step forward. We all know people who are not flan. I know people who have spend their entire lives wallowing in their misery. Never allowing themselves a moment of pleasure or a laugh or a good time. Yes, there are people who have suffered terribly in this life, no question. But, even still, they simply wasted the good moments they COULD have had. Would those good moments have erased the bad? No. But, not having those good moments did what for them?
And unfortunately sometimes it takes hitting rock bottom and losing people and sometimes your job...or almost losing it to finally get help.
It almost happened to me and I have a friend self destructing right next w and I can see it happening to her.
It's up to her at this point.