I will call myself J. I am now 38 years old. I have struggled mightily for years with mental illness. I have never had a normal day in my life. It was a struggle at times to live day to day for me.
Treating sociopathy is all about making them get into therapy in order to learn empathy for others. A sociopath in treatment has to be trained to look at themselves very hard, and be like, hey, I'm a jerk. Remember, readers, I do not have a degree, in anything save a BA in English, and so I'm writing this as pure satire. Narcissistic people have an inflated sense of arrogant importance which means they are hard to treat because they don't like therapy, not when therapy forces one to admit they are "wrong" or to see and air out your weaknesses dirty laundry. In a job interview, a sociopath would skirt around the question "what are your biggest weakness?" Or "what is your biggest weakness?"
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, otherwise known as OCD, is a mental health condition which affects 12 in every 1,000 people in the UK, yet is relatively misunderstood by the general population. Most people associate OCD with physical repetitive or obsessive behaviours, such as colour coordinating items in a particular order or locking a door numerous times. However, OCD manifests itself in a variety of ways, some of which are invisible to the average person.
I grab a fistful of fries and stuff it in my mouth. In my other hand I hold the burger. I shove it in my mouth violently. I feel a tear rolling down my cheek. The urge to eat was too strong and I couldn't deny it. I hate myself. Why can't I control myself? Why can't I stop? I'll be better tomorrow. I won't eat tomorrow and I'll spend the day at the gym working off all of these calories.
Hello, my name is Aliex and I decided to start a Blog to raise awareness in mental health. Me personally, I do not think that there is not enough talk surrounding this matter as it affects so many people, men, and women in many different ways. Back in July, I was diagnosed with Borderline personality disorder, Anxiety, Stress and Depression. This did not come as a surprise as I had so many mixed emotions such as feeling lost, unwanted, confused, sad and even suicidal.
Mental illness is not exactly an illness, but it is a problem that requires an immediate solution. People generally believe that mental illness can never be treated. You could be confronted with any of these problems:
So recently there has been Ted talks that focused on the idea of pedophilia being normal or looked at as the same as being gay. Of course parents and those of us who aren't pedophiles can see why this will never happen or at least shouldn't happen. I will warn you now this may be a little on the ramble side.
I had to go to school with obvious agoraphobia related anxiety. Not being treated for schizoaffective comes form the depths of hell, and is very stressful. Medication is great because it helps you with stress management. Well, mental focus on breathing can also help with stress management. I have schizoaffective, which means I am schizophrenic and bipolar at the same time. I also have OCD. OCD will be something I will cover in other articles this month. I have many anxiety related disorders I'm trying to control, live with better, and contain but I have seen that I need to put myself in the hands of mental health rehabilitation centers in Los Angeles, which there are plenty of.
Adjusting to an Adjustment Disorder is like putting dirty dish into a clean dishwasher. Mental illness in its own is hard to explain and in some ways can feel embarrassing.
One of the rarest documented psychological disorders is called Boanthropy which is a specific type of zoanthropy, and it sufferers of this unusual disorder believe that they are a cow or an ox.
It was my very first time at a psychiatrist’s office, and I was stuck in the bathroom. Literally. I couldn’t open the door. I had found a private doctor who seemed to be living in the back of her Upper West Side brown stone office. It was clear that, as her first patient of the day, I had gotten there after someone had just taken a shower- the clear shower doors were still wet. The dampness must have made the wooden door swell…either that, or this was some elaborate psychological experiment that the doctor does with new patients. I decided to stay calm and not scream. (I mentally awarded myself a gold star for that one.) After several labored tugs, spaced out with calm, deep breaths, I managed to yank the door open, practically propelling myself backwards onto the toilet. No one saw that. I sauntered back into the waiting room nonchalantly. That particular doctor was a no-nonsense Russian lady who didn’t understand why I was emptying her entire Kleenex box, and why I couldn’t have been smoother during some recent social situations (situations where a box of Kleenex was unfortunately not around.) However, she gave me my first dosage of Prozac and (*gasp) Klonopin. Woo! I felt much better! (Oh, sorry I should have mentioned, I have depression and anxiety. I’m usually feeling something strongly… if I’m really depressed, my anxiety tries to compete for the attention, and vice versa. It’s fun.). I stopped seeing that doctor because her office was incredibly disorganized, and they were making it hard for me to get a refill; and getting medication from her was literally why I was seeing her.