Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Severe depression is caused by more than just a bad relationship with God

The following post by a Christian (see "Your Questions Answered" section) about depression is very irresponsible and shows a grave misunderstanding of the severity of certain cases of depression (severe depression being insanely more intense than the "Oh I went through the worst case of depression ever!" situations described by many posters on the aforementioned blog, which for the most part amount to nothing more than experiences with mild/moderate depression).

The lack of understanding about mental health issues by society in general is greatly frustrating and disturbing. People with mental health issues deserve a lot more respect than to have people like this exacerbating common misunderstandings about a severe, traumatic illness. Why do people think it's okay to pretend they know better than psychiatrists and psychologists, but not surgeons?

People hospitalized for mental illness receive on average only 1/4 of the gifts and presents people staying in the hospital for "physical" illness over the same period of time receive. Even though you only get checked into the hospital for mental illness if it is as severe as the "physical" equivalent to something like cancer or a severe heart attack, but people don't hesitate to send you flower if you go in for gallbladder surgery. Please note that I use physical in quotations because mental illness is a form of physical illness if you get hospitalized for it, but you just don't have a huge deadly gaping would on your head so no one takes it seriously.

That's right. In the case of severe depression, what starts off as an emotional problem without being treated for a long period of time starts affecting the neurochemistry of the brain and it thus becomes not only an emotional issue but also a physical one. Thus the problem is compounded, and in severe cases where the patient feels they can no longer help themselves because they have gotten so down, medication is tantamount to throwing a lifesaving device out to someone who is drowning so they can actually start kicking and working towards saving themselves (with not only drugs but therapy) instead of going under.

And then there's all the documented cases by every which way imaginable that some people are just born with a tendency toward physical depression because they are low on neurotransmitters like someone who is anemic is low on iron.

Because of irresponsible posts about mental illness, the stigma of those with said illnesses just becomes worse. It is baffling that in this day in age people do not know better. No wonder no one cares about the number of mental health beds disappearing in our hospitals nearly as much they do about those disappearing in cancer wards. That is until someone jumps off a roof because there were no beds and finally people understand that this is more than just something to do with someone "just being selfish," or not knowing how to pull up their socks, or most definitely not having a close enough relationship with God.

Monday, March 20, 2006

A Letter to Sun Life Assurance Company of Canada

Dear Sun Life Insurance Company,

I am writing to ask that you consider adding prescription eye goggles to your extended health care plan. My bi-weekly swimming escapade would be much more fun if you'd give me the money to buy a pair.

You see, I am blind as a bat without my glasses. I tragically cannot gauge the hotness of any potentially-groovy male lifeguards due to these unfortunate circumstances, much less gauge if they are even a dude or dudette in the first place.

Speaking of me being deprived of my ability to judge hotness in aquatic situations without your immediate intervention, I furthermore cannot look at the nice bum of the guy in front of me doing breaststroke if I am blinded not only once by the hand of Mendel's genetic heresy, but a second time by the hand of the God of chlorine now, can I? Would that be Poseidon or someone else?

Speaking of Mendel, well what can I say. He was a pretty boring guy. A monk that hung out with pee pods. Seriously. I can't say anything fun about him.

But let's come back to our sheep now, shall we? You see, if you added these goggles to your plan, stupid guys would no longer be able to say that they mistook my ass for the pool wall when they grabbed it while I am resting on the edge of the pool between laps.

All of the above plus the fact that I'm sick and tired of getting concussions from bashing into the wall while attempting to copycat speed swimmers' backstroke laps (Okay, I see the flags. Now how many strokes until I need to do a flip turn? Six, seven? Eight? Nine? BAM! I guess it was eight.) I mean how many semi-private hospital rooms do you want to pay for before you give me a nice pair of goggles?

Please pardon the scatter-brainedness-ness of this letter. I hope this gives you a few laughs before it is relegated to the shredding box.

Thanking you in advance for your consideration,
J.C.Q.

About me

  • I'm Fishsticks
  • From Belgium
  • I am a Francophone that is a strong supporter of General T. Foolery’s mission. I use this blog to post about rien du tout or je-ne-sais-quoi ici et là. There’s nothing derisive or divisive here. No no, that takes too much effort. I try to post hebdomadarily. It rarely works given my slackedness.

    Unfortunately, my sidekick B.A.Q., an Anglophone, sometimes adds lackadaisical posts to this site, including tales of two nations warring within the bosom of one house. I apologize for this not-so-hilarious inconvenience. It does not happen frequently.