when you’re talking about something or someone changing a lot, but you’re not referring to bipolar disorder or someone with bipolar disorder, please don’t use “bipolar” to describe this. because using “bipolar” when you’re annoyed with the weather or to insult your ex is really shitty.
One big reason I really hate it when people are negative towards psych meds (as a generality) is that the majority of the mentally ill people I’ve talked to have had their lives fucked up by either putting off trying meds for way too long, or worse, going off their meds for a really bad reason.
I don’t mean that the side effects sucked, or that they couldn’t afford the meds, or that their doctor was shitty to them for getting refills. I mean we are constantly told that we should not be on meds long term, that we should just use them to get over a hump, that we never actually needed them in the first place, that they’re making us worse. So we stop taking them and our lives fall apart, even if we do it under a doctor’s supervision.
I don’t want to get into exact stories because a lot of it occurred in confidential settings, but people think they’re being helpful by stopping people from using psych meds right away and protecting them from lazy doctors and Big Pharma, but that’s not really what they’re doing. There definitely are doctors that will give you meds and send you on your way with barely a glance, but rather than tell people that meds are bad we need to tell them to do research and advocate for themselves, whether it’s for or against meds, with accurate information about the benefits and drawbacks and no moralizing about whether or not you’re weak.
For me, talk therapy was pretty much pointless until I got meds that worked really well. I was too afraid to talk to my therapist about important things, and too depressed to care about getting better. Why would you want someone you love in that position, rather than have them try out some medications?
OCD is something one has, not something one “is,” and most people who say, “I’m so OCD” do not have OCD and could use a thesaurus and some sensitivity training.
Here at UfYH HQ, we don’t use “OCD” as shorthand or a humorous description for personality quirks or behaviors. It’s a legitimate medical condition. Words are important, and there are better ways to get your point across without trivializing someone else’s health issue. Some potential alternatives:
- Extremely particular
- Attentive to cleanliness
- Hates when things are dirty
- Excessively tidy
- Exceptionally neat
- Predisposed to cleanliness
P.S. OCD doesn’t always (or even usually) mean that someone is extremely clean or organized.
I’ve been seeing a lot of pictures like this lately. Overweight people sitting down in restaurants or perhaps someone out and about on a mobility scooter. I find it very frustrating. First, taking a picture of someone without their consent is dubious. And then putting it on the internet to be mocked is just mean.
Yes, it is possible this person is just lazy. But it is also possible that they have a myriad of medical conditions. You have no idea, Sometimes my fatigue is so bad that if I am standing and I don’t sit down immediately, I will collapse. I could seriously injure myself otherwise. My father has arthritis in every joint in his body. Every step he takes brings with it a lot of pain. Just standing can be torturous. And if he needs to sit down to be relieved of that pain, he should not be mocked for it. And people with mobility scooters might have a very good reason to need them. In fact, these people could be overweight mostly because they have poor health.
The truth is, you don’t know. So maybe you should stop being jerks and leave these people alone.
I think we should stop using the word opinion when it comes to potentially oppressive ideologies.
We need a new word cuz mufuckas out here thinking hating gay people and hating Johnny Depp movies is the same thing and this really needs to stop
Okay, why do people go around saying they hate labels, and continue to label themselves as pansexual, demisexual, cisgender, etc….
Why does it matter what you are?
Shouldn’t it matter WHO you are? You are not your silly labels, you are more than that.
Ashamed to think that tumblr has created this horrible surface-personality society where everything you’re listed as is what you are.
Back in the day we used to write descriptions about who we were, not what we were.
There’s a saying that goes “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover”, yet everyone goes around flaunting their labels like it’s all they will ever be as a person.
You’re all LIMITING YOURSELF BY THE LABELS YOU GIVE YOURSELF. STOP it.
How about you mind your own damn business and stop telling other people what they should/shouldn’t do in terms of describing and identifying with their sexual and/or gender identity? Why do you even care so much?
And asking my friend “Were you born with an incurable mental illness or something? ” is a seriously fucked up thing to say. I don’t know if I should attempt to explain WHY or just suffice with a hearty “fuck you”.
A hash tag trended on Twitter today (#heardwhilstdisabled). It was to post stupid and hurtful things said to you because of your disabilities. I was happy to take part. Here are some of my favorites (from me, and others). Check out my twitter stream to see all of them (and credit):
“We both know you’re faking to get an easy ride.” —college professor #heardwhilstdisabled
“You don’t LOOK disabled.” — lawyer who forgot I was on social security, costing the case #heardwhilstdisabled
“We simple can’t give you ALL these accommodations.” —every job I’ve had #HeardWhilstDisabled
“But YOU’RE not retarded” —frequently when telling people not to say retard because I’m autistic #heardwhilstdisabled
“YOU have sex?! Ew!” #heardwhilstdisabled
“You just need to try harder.” —when I said I can’t turn a door knob with my right hand #heardwhilstdisabled
#heardwhilstdisabled ”I couldn’t live like you. I’d kill myself. I’ll help you kill yourself if you want” Guy at the bus stop.
#heardwhilstdisabled - “You can’t be schizophrenic - you’re too smart.” - NHS psychiatrist
“You can’t be autistic! You don’t shit your pants!” —asshole psych to a friend of mine #heardwhilstdisabled
#heardwhilstdisabled manager of a sainsburys, after sending a lad with autism for a job ‘dont want any more spastics, we’ve got our quota’
“I’d love to not work. You’ve got a great life!” Ugh…#heardwhilstdisabled
“If all mental health patients killed themselves it would save lots of benefits” #heardwhilstdisabled
#HeardWhilstDisabled ’you’ll just have to manouvré with the space we have, no more room’ accessible toilet used as storage room for mops
#heardwhilstdisabled ”you’re bipolar? well we all have good days and bad days, just some of us choose not to dwell on it”…
“You’re not disabled. Where’s your wheelchair?”#heardwhilstdisabled
The only disability is a bad attitude. #heardwhilstdisabled
#HeardWhilstDisabled I’m not going to take that drunken b%&^3$d (taxi driver to me and Uncle who had Parkinson’s tremors and slurred speech)
(From a university’s disability support office re wanting to study drama) “How can you act if you’re in a wheelchair?”#heardwhilstdisabled
“Young people like you don’t know about pain.”#heardwhilstdisabled
My cousin had that and taking XXXX or doing XXXX cured him. Why don’t you try that? #heardwhilstdisabled
I know you’re ‘mentally ill’ - (with quotation mark fingers) - but that isn’t like being REALLY disabled, is it? #HeardWhilstDisabled
“I thought autism was only in children.” #heardwhilstdisabled
#heardwhilstdisabled ”You can’t have your dog in here….No, I don’t care that it’s marked, you don’t LOOK disabled.”
“You only want that pain medication to get high” —multiple doctors#heardwhilstdisabled
#heardwhilstdisabled at restaurant “do you have to sit in your wheelchair at the table you are getting in everyone’s way.”
#HeardWhilstDisabled Whilst Xmas food shopping with wife she heard “Its too busy for f-ing spastics, they shouldn’t be allowed out at Xmas “
#heardwhilstdisabled ’Don’t broadcast your illness or nobody will want to employ you.’
#heardwhilstdisabled that ‘humorous’ eyeroll and chuckle when dr, nurse, physio says ‘do you have any other conditions?’ so you list them.
“Just try not to dwell on it.” —in regards to my PTSD#heardwhilstdisabled
#HeardWhilstDisabled ”If we let you work from home then it’ll just encourage you not to try and make it into the office.”
“Oh, it’s such a shame she has to be in that wheelchair - she’s so pretty!” fellow passenger at airport #heardwhilstdisabled
#HeardwhilstDisabled oh, cool disability gadgets! Let me play! (Um, no, they’re configured just for me, and cost loads when you break them)
“Mental illnesses are just a sign of spiritual disease; you just need to pray for God to forgive and heal you” #heardwhilstdisabled
‘do you speak English?’ from someone who just had a professional conversation with me before being told I was deaf.#heardwhilstdisabled
#heardwhilstdisabled You aren’t autistic! You talk with people fine!
I don’t like the new Tumblr post page. I suffer from severe sight loss, and contrast is important when looking at things, such as reading letters, looking at labels or reading things on the web. I use a magnifier often, so I can quickly enlarge and read a bit of text without screwing with the page layout (Increasing text size works sometimes, but usually it just breaks everything)
With these new icons, I’m finding it too difficult to use. I cannot see the link/unlink buttons at all, and everything else is very faint. I cannot read tags once they’ve been typed in, and above this post now is a box which upon zooming in rather large says ‘upload another photo’, which I cannot read, and it’s difficult to figure out where the edge of this box is. Furthermore, the Close button at the bottom right, I can’t see the edge clearly, and often mis-click just to the side. I can press Escape now though.
I doubt the moderators or staff of Tumblr will see this, so I won’t expect them to fix anything, but if you’re part of the Tumblr modding community, please consider making something to replace these buttons and boxes to make them easier to see for those of us with a visual impairment.
Tumblr is becoming harder to use, and is ruining my enjoyment of it, and if things keep going this way of making things look trendy rather than them being functional, communicating with my friends will eventually become more of a chore than a passtime.
This is the type of complaint that is /actually real/ and worthwhile to maybe fix for those who need it…
A big thanks to everyone who’s reblogged this, I’m happy the response was positive, and that y’all understood my difficulties. <3
Signal boost for the visually impaired community.
I second this. Incredibly hard to read, it took me a few minutes to find the tag bar and can’t see half those buttons! So very frustrating.
As a side note, where is the visually impaired tumblr community? I’ve been searching around but have had no luck :/
Shaming people who take medication for mental illness kills.
I didn’t go on any medication for YEARS because my dad spouted off about “happy pills” and zombification and such.
I’m hardly the only person who’s been through similar.
Indeed, I only started medication after fighting my way through many, many screaming matches with my father and marching him to the doctor so the doctor could explain how the pills work.
I am lucky that I had the strength then to fight. Dealing with a mental illness and having to cope with unsupportive, shaming awfulness? That asks for energy that many people do not have, because being mentally ill is fucking exhausting.
If you want to attack big pharma, then fucking attack big pharma. Stop pointing your guns at us.
And every time somebody goes ‘well have you thought about not taking these & seeing how it goes’ is like stabbing me in the heart. I’ve tried to taper off of things. I’ve tried to lower doses. I’ve tried to take fewer medications. I’ve TRIED ALL THOSE THINGS. Do you really think I enjoy spending so much of my income on flippin’ medications? Do you think I’d maybe prefer to like…buy food or pay my electric bill or something with the money I spend on medications?
The last time it became clear that I needed a certain medication, I sat & cried hysterically for more than an hour. I threw things. I sobbed in a giant pile of blankets until I couldn’t breathe anymore. Know why? Because at different times in my life people said ‘needing’ a medication was ‘weak’ or a ‘crutch’. It wasn’t because the medication is almost $700 a month. It wasn’t because I had to add another pill to my little pill box…it was because I felt weak & like a failure because a certain medication made me more able to function & not just stay in bed having panic attacks all day & night.
Hate big pharma. I do. I really, really, really do. At the moment, though, there are days/periods that the only thing helping me not just totally self destruct are medications.
Posted this comment on Autism Speaks’ Facebook status.
Wow. 150 notes…this’ll make it 151. 150 notes is pretty good for something related to autism.
I shot mashed potatoes out of my nose.
That will probably get you blocked.. but it’ll be worth it.
Actually, my comment is still there when I checked an hour ago, and I can still comment and post. :)
Also, holy fucking shit. Over 200 notes. Keep reblogging, y’all. People need to know what that Autism $peaks is a shitty organization.
This is brilliant.
You know what having a mental disability is?
It’s never asking for accommodations you know you desperately need because you’ve been taught that you don’t deserve them.
It’s being afraid to say you can’t do something or tell someone that you need help because you know they’re just going to guilt you about how they thought you were “stronger than that” or “why can’t you get over it.”
It’s the fact that being seen as disabled is mutually exclusive from being seen as “functioning,” and if for one second you look like one, then obviously you can’t be the other.
It’s the fact that “functioning” for you is held up to the exact same standards as everyone else who isn’t disabled, and functioning any less than “highly” (perfectly) means you’re worthless and can’t be trusted to do anything right or well.
It’s the people who love you never, ever being able to grasp the fact that “irrational” or “all in your head” doesn’t change the fact that you experience what you experience and it fucking hurts.
It’s people telling you that you need to smile more, or speak up, or try harder because “everyone has bad days.”
It’s people saying things like “well at least you can walk” because physical disability is seen as more valid and real than your disability.
It’s also, at the same time, nobody saying you’re “brave” or “inspiring” for managing to do things outside of your limitations.
It’s being told you’re horribly selfish for being the way you are, and being expected to change that and never fight with it ever again.
It’s people you love honestly telling you that they’ve suffered too because of you, and it’s so difficult to deal with you, and you should be grateful they put up with it.
It’s being eyed in the hallway because you’ve been labeled “dangerous” even if you haven’t actually hurt anyone.
It’s being told you’re just “doing it for the attention,” and being told that needing attention is bad.
It’s being told in order to be good or valued that you need to somehow magically make yourself all better.
It’s relatives asking all the time if you’re “still” taking medication.
It’s people listening to neurotypical people more than they listen to you because everything you say is automatically discredited because you’re insane, or broken, or some other bullshit excuse for ignoring you.
It’s being told that it is impossible for you to know what’s best for you.
It’s never getting a “get well soon” card when you’re being treated because no one expects you to “get well,” or thinks there’s anything for you to get well from.
It’s having to repeatedly explain that there’s only so much you can do, and to please not push you, but no one listens.
It’s being reminded every day of your life that you are a weak, horrible, diseased thing, and that first and foremost your kind should be eradicated from the genome instead of treated.
It’s fighting with your insurance repeatedly over whether or not your condition is “legitimate” enough to be covered.
It’s hating yourself, and feeling like a burden, and being incredibly lonely, and being marginalized because there’s something wrong with you.
It’s looking in the media and seeing 9 out of 10 portrayals of someone with your condition being a manic, screaming, uncontrollable lunatic; or a drooling, childlike, oblivious dullard; or any combination thereof. (What I’m saying is, negatively stereotyped all to hell. And if they’re not a bloodthirsty villain, they’re a plot bus.)
It’s probably having multiple slurs against yourself solidly ingrained in your own vocabulary.
It’s having hordes of people question or genuinely outright not believe your disability even exists.
It’s your employer or school never accepting your sick days because you aren’t really “sick.”
It’s syrupy fountains of superficial pity being poured over you whenever it’s convenient.
It’s having your condition romanticized and glorified to the point where everyone is surprised and disappointed to find out that in real life it’s ugly, and messy, and makes you absolutely miserable.
It’s getting fired for all of the above, even if you’ve never made a mistake any worse than your abled coworkers.
It’s wondering every fucking day what you did to deserve this.
That’s what it’s like.
I bolded the ones I found most relevant (to myself). This post just absolutely nails it. I felt like crying reading it.