Showing posts with label survivors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label survivors. Show all posts

Monday, 11 June 2018

Three things I've learned about my mental health

1. I used to minimise my problems. 

Nobody wants to be friends with a serial complainer, do they? At least, that's how I felt. The last thing I wanted to be was a party pooper, the kind of person who sucks all the energy out of the room thanks to their complaining. So I stuck on my 'happy face' and made out I was ok. Even when I wasn't. This led to me downplaying my problems and sometimes denying that I was struggling at all.  
One of the things I've finally realised about living with mental health problems is that I'm not responsible for other people's happiness. While there are still going to be social situations where it's ok to say "fine thanks, how are you?' and swiftly move on, it's also ok for me to say "I'm having a tough time with my mental health at the moment," without feeling guilty. I don't have to worry that my honesty might 'bring them down' because I don't have to be happy or entertaining all of the time. It's not my job to make *them* happy and, with people I know and trust, it's ok to be honest. I don't have to go into detail unless appropriate.

The thing with mental health difficulties is that they're largely hidden. People tend not to know you're living with a problem unless you tell them. Most of us are great at 'faking wellness,' to the point that in cases where a person has sadly taken their own life, their loved ones often say they had no idea there was a problem.

I'm not suggesting that being more honest and speaking out is a magical panacea, but for me, it has improved certain relationships. Letting people in has been an important part of that. Which brings me on to point number 2....

2. I didn’t used to accept help.

I used to be ridiculously difficult to help. At no point would I ever directly ask for support. This included from mental health services. Whether this was pride, embarrassment or fear of letting people in, I don't know. All I can say is that for me, suffering in silence was awful. Letting friends and family help and support me has been a useful counterpoint to those times when my mind tried to trick me into believing I had nobody in my corner. Even when I was experiencing psychotic symptoms and trust went out of the window, people were there for me. Some people supported me emotionally, others practically. I now know that leaning on my family and friends has made them feel more useful. Friends have told me that even when all they can offer me is solidarity and hope for the future, they still want to stand by me. Knowing they're out there, wishing me well has really helped.

When it comes to the involvement of mental health services, I've also been difficult to help. I've dodged services when I probably needed them because I was reluctant to take antipsychotic medication. A friend then suggested that I might be sabotaging my own wellbeing by refusing to accept help. This really made me think. I wasn't consciously doing so, but I conceded that my actions could indeed have that effect.

After several false starts, I was assigned a care coordinator, a psychiatric nurse, who was on my wavelength. We started to look at what worked for me, what helped and how I might go about living an enjoyable, fulfilling life even whilst dealing with mental health problems. I'm still in the early stages but I'm hopeful that this pragmatic approach will work well for me. Letting people help has been surprisingly liberating for me as I no longer have to carry the burden of my difficulties alone.

3. I was unnecessarily tough on myself.

I used to think that if I tried harder, worked at it more and battled through it, I could outrun my mental health problems. Other people said they had successfully beaten them with their personal brand of fortitude, so why couldn't I? Lately I've come to realise the blindingly obvious: that I am not them. We don't share the same biology, psychology, history, background or social circumstances. Our difficulties are not our fault. Whether we believe that they're the result of illness or what's happened to us, they *are* and we have to live with the cards we are dealt. Giving ourselves a hard time about not getting 'better' is only ever going to be counterproductive and undermining. So I've learned to go easier on myself and practice a little self compassion and acceptance. Giving up a lifetime of self-criticism isn't easy, but I've found that it's helping.

Sunday, 3 November 2013

What's in a name?

Last month, I took part in a mental health focus group with members of NSUN (The National Survivor Unit Network.) It gave me a lot to think about regarding language, stigma and personal identity within mental health. The discussions highlighted, for me, the contested (and contentious!) topic of identity and labelling within mental health. This blog post is me taking the opportunity to write and expand on some of the interesting thoughts that came out of the discussions. My ideas are a bit half formed at the moment, I don't necessarily agree with the views expressed but the discussions certainly gave me food for thought and will help direct further thinking and reading. Those taking part in discussions consented to the use of their words in this blog and all names have been changed  for the purposes of anonymity.

Discussion started around the question "what do you tell others about your mental health?" This led to a conversation about the benefits or otherwise of disclosing about mental health difficulties in non-official situations. Opinions varied, with some people saying they were generally open about their own mental health (where appropriate), and others saying they preferred to keep disclosure to a minimum until they felt they knew someone reasonably well.

Context was important. Angie said "Well I didn't have a choice about disclosing in certain situations. First of all I was sending in sick notes to work, then occupational health needed to know, then I went onto SSP and was claiming benefits. Practically every form I filled in wanted chapter and verse and  friends and family knew and were always asking how I was doing so it felt like my health had become public property. So that made me a bit more choosy privately about who I tell. If it's relevant I will, but otherwise, no."   

Mark agreed about the importance of context and that sharing information about his mental health sometimes made him feel it was no longer his own, "I'm fine talking about it if it's relevant. Or with people that know me and ask how I am but really want to know. What I've found though is if I mention mental health to people I don't know well, I'm asked about it like 'why? What's wrong with you?' And that gets my back up. People are curious which I don't think is always a bad thing but some people think me telling them anything entitles them to an opinion and that I should listen to it. So this thing I live with every day isn't my own any more. But not in the way of a problem shared is a problem halved. Everyone's an expert when they know someone who's been depressed. So to save on all that, I tend not to say. The way I look at it is that it's mine, so they're not entitled to an opinion."

Simon agreed, "I think it depends who it is and why they want to know. If it's so they can understand something, fine. If it benefits them more than it benefits me though, I just keep it really general." Simon went on to explain that for him, identifying as someone with a particular diagnosis had been both positive and negative. He acknowledged that it had opened doors to accessing health and social services, helped him form an identity and given him something around which to organise requests for practical and emotional support. However, more recently he had begun to self-identify as a "survivor", which to him had become a way of publicly acknowledging living with mental health challenges, as well as his experiences in the psychiatric system, which in his words had at various times been "good, bad and indifferent, but occasionally traumatic. The very system that kept me alive also had me locked into a way of thinking that did me no good at all." As such, he now sees the idenity of 'survivor' as more fitting and appropriate than being specific about a diagnosis.

This moved the conversation on to whether it's necessary to disclose a diagnosis socially in order to feel acknowledged and understood, and whether it's possible to identify as someone with mental health difficulties without being stereotyped or pigeonholed. Some members of the group felt that by publicly identifying with a particular diagnosis (using terms with which people are already familiar) this conveys the hopeful message that  mental health issues are common but at the same time, people are resilient and able to find creative ways to live with them. Ultimately, they argued, this might help to reduce stigma. Others disagreed, arguing that by disclosing a diagnosis they are potentially giving people the opportunity to view them through a diagnostic lens first, encouraging the idea that they are ill (bearing in mind not everyone with mental health difficulties considers themselves to be unwell.) Others felt that being open about a diagnosis encourages others to see everyday interactions with that diagnosis in mind, perhaps in a stereotypical manner, something they found dehumanising and stigmatising. However, as Trish pointed out, "being able to talk about your mental health at all is progress compared to the days when mental health was something to be ashamed of."

Certain members of the group believed that the choice to disclose mental health problems had implications beyond simply being a matter of personal choice. Mark, for example, expressed the view that it isn't a straightforward case of "self-imposed identities good, labels given by others, bad" because "sometimes the labels we give ourselves are just as damaging."

In Angie's opinion, "identifying so strongly with a diagnosis that it becomes part of who you are might be really unhelpful." She described her discomfort when others choose to talk about their own mental health in particular ways; "When I hear anyone say something like 'I'm bipolar,' I cringe. How can you BE bipolar? You might live with it, you might have it, you might even suffer from it, although personally I hate that term, but you can't actually be it. Why would anyone want to be defined by something they see as an illness?"

I'm not sure whether people actively seek to "define themselves" in relation to a mental health diagnosis, surely only they can say what particular meaning this holds for them, perhaps it's more a case of them acknowledging something that has formed an important part of their life? But still, Angie's opinion was that "sometimes it becomes bigger than the person." Some members of the group argued that identity is a matter of personal choice, so it's not appropriate for others to decide what language someone else should or shouldn't use. Others believed that because language has power that extends beyond the individual, it can never be an exclusively personal issue.

Everyone agreed that raising awareness of mental health issues and reducing stigma were positive things to work towards, but there was some discomfort around the particular type of "visibility" on offer. Angie described it as follows: "I get what you mean about stigma but I'm not ok about being an ambassador for mental illness. How can I if I don't see myself as ill? The anti-stigma campaigns are based on the idea we're ill and we can't help it. Why should I feel under pressure to define myself in a way that doesn't feel right just because it's more comfortable for others?" 

Others spoke about the individual's right to choose how they self define, considering the important thing to be that people have a choice. "Except" said Mark, "it's not a choice if all the options available say there's something wrong with you!" Mark suggested that identity has wider implications because "certain labels come with inbuilt limitations."
To me, this brought to mind the social model of disability, which suggests that a person isn't in themselves disabled, but that society effectively disables the person by creating a physical and social world where not being disabled becomes the "norm" and anything else is seen as deviant. Our reluctance to accommodate human diversity leads to some becoming disabled, sometimes in the physical sense of being unable to gain access, or in the more figurative sense being constrained by attitudes about what people can or cannot do. The "impairment" (the approved term in social models of disability, I'm told) is real, but the "disability" is socially created. Labels can be limiting as they invite the observer to 'construct' a range of possibilities for the disabled person, often using the observer's own standard of reference, particularly problematic if that observer happens to be non disabled. This can lead to inaccurate and patronising assumptions about what a disabled person can and can't do.

Simon wondered whether in  choosing not to self disclose in order to save his mental health from becoming public property, this renders him invisible, so he cannot then challenge prejudice and misinformation. Trish said she understood this and that in her opinion, the best way to challenge stigma would be if everyone was more open about their mental health. After all, "choosing to be silent about your own stuff doesn't change the prejudice others face." Which was an interesting point.   

I think these exchanges show that it would be a mistake to assume that "mental health service users" are one and the same. Having a diagnosis in common should not imply sameness any more than having brown hair or blue eyes should imply commonality.