A while ago I posted a meme, which said, “Better to have lost in love than to live with a psycho for the rest of your life.”
I liked it of course, otherwise I wouldn’t have posted it. Eleven others did too, some commenting on Facebook, “Amen to that,” and “Definitely!!”
Then this: “Hate it. It’s beat up on people with mental illness time again. Ever had the amazing person you love tell you that they just can’t deal with your mental illness anymore? Our society is totally phobic about people with mental illness having intimate relationships.”
There’s an interesting trend that’s been going on for a while now in the media, in regards to the language that’s used to describe a group of people called millennials.
When I went looking for who exactly counts as a millennial I found that there are no precise dates that define them. Wikipedia says, “researchers typically use the early 1980s as starting birth years and the mid-1990s to early 2000s as ending birth years…generally the children of baby boomers.”
So, youngish people who range from their late teens to their mid 30s. I guess that makes me one (being a child of the mid-80s myself).
World Mental Health Day and New Zealand Mental Health Awareness Week both fall in October, so we’ve nominated this month as ‘mental health’ month on DPSN. We’ve asked our bloggers to let us know what they think on the issue of mental health, be it personal experiences, social and cultural attitudes and awareness, stories of supporting others, or the perspectives of those who work in the field. As always, we’re keen for you to be part of the conversation, so let us know your thoughts in the comments below, or jump over to our Facebook page to join the conversation.
When I was a kid, there were girls and boys, men and women. My sister was a bit of a tomboy (hardly surprising perhaps, given she had two older brothers). Truth be known, I was a bit of bit of a sissy (not as acceptable as my sister’s gender-non-stereotypical behaviour) but, apart from ‘big boys don’t cry’, I was never particularly shamed on account of it.
This month’s theme on DPSN is ‘addictions’. We’ve asked our bloggers to let us know what they think when they hear the term ‘addiction’. From personal experiences, social and cultural attitudes in New Zealand, stories of supporting others, through to the perspective of those who work in public health. As always, we’re keen for you…
It’s perhaps not a surprise to anyone that knows me, that when I hear the phase “unique and common” my mind goes straight to the area of mental health.
At age 21 I was diagnosed with depression. Or, in official diagnostic language, a Major Depressive Episode. Or, in layman’s terms, “clinical depression”.
In his 2010 Venus Project lecture, Jacque Fresco questioned society’s values, assumptions, beliefs, even language. Why do we get upset about swear words, when we don’t even mean what the words mean (bullshit has nothing to do with shit from bulls)? Laws are made when humans don’t know how to fix a problem. Politicians were relevant 100 years ago, but now what they do machines could do more efficiently.