“I had no idea. I never would have guessed. You’re always so calm and collected and together.” The reaction is always the same. Teachers, family members, the few friends I’ve told. At work, someone comments that I am always so calm, that nothing seems to phase me. Someone else makes a ‘you’re so OCD’ joke… Continue reading (Not so) Calm and collected
There were three psych meds that I’d heard of before psych meds became my reality. Three psych meds that I’d come across in movies or the papers or books. Three psych meds that sounded Big and Scary and for the ‘Real Crazies’. Reserved for the corridor shufflers, the droolers, the hand tremblers. I continued to… Continue reading The thorazine shuffle
First of, I feel like I am not entitled to blog about this. I feel wary of labelling this as ‘obsessive compulsive’, despite the fact I’ve been told that’s what it is, despite the fact it is – as recently as two months ago- written in my files. I feel like by whinging about the… Continue reading Get me out of the grid!
‘Get over it’: at some point, anyone who has a mental illness has probably been told this or been told something similar- snap out of it, catch yourself on, wise up, get on with it, pick yourself up, dry your eyes etc, etc. I have anyway. I know friends who have been told similar things,… Continue reading ‘Get over it’