stigma
People with mental illness represent one of the most deeply stigmatized groups in our culture. Learn more about it here.
Just How Ridiculous is the Stockholm Syndrome?
Abuse, captivity, terror, pain, and sometimes even murder. After experiencing these traumas, some individuals develop an emotional bond with their captors. Would you be capable of seeing the justification of your captor’s action and be unwilling to testify?
T.P.BloomfieldPublished 2 years ago in PsycheExploring The Link Between OCD and Perfectionism
By Steven Booth, Founder, Elevation Behavioral Health We all know a perfectionist or two—maybe even ourselves. Perfectionists tend to be high achievers, goal oriented and driven personalities. They are highly self-critical and accept nothing less than perfection from themselves.
Elevation Behavioral HealthPublished 2 years ago in PsycheSadistically Stupid
When James woke up after last night's party, the one he threw when his mother was out of town; It took him a moment to place the fact he was in his room. Turning over still getting his bearings James said “Morning, how’re you doing from last night?” as he found his girlfriend lying next to him. “Been better” Eden returned coldly without so much as a glance in his direction. “I’m just going to head home, don’t feel too good,” said Eden.
Don't Ignore the Signs of Mental Health in Men
Don't Ignore the Signs of Mental Health in Men We ignore the stigma around mental health, which prevents many men from seeking help when they are most in need - and that is literally killing them.
Matthew AngeloPublished 2 years ago in PsycheAcrophobia- The fear from hight
There are varying ranges of fear with regards to heights. Some reluctantly manage experiences at height but may take a remedy to help get via the ordeal, and literally can’t wait till the revel in is over. Others are crippled by using fear and received even attempt three flights of stairs for worry of searching over the banister, and some think nothing of riding 50 miles out of the manner to keep away from going over a bridge.
Malik AwanPublished 2 years ago in PsycheRide the Lightning
I do not recall the exact date or month, or even a really coherent narrative of how I found myself an inpatient at a psychiatric hospital in the Borough of Queens, city of New York. However, I do know that it was not the first hospital I was admitted to. Nor were any of the events transpiring not of my choice. I have for some time been realizing that things, somethings, then everything, were somehow not quite right. Part of the recipe here was the fact that I was involved in a near fatal motor vehicle accident, upon my ejection from my vehicle a good Samaritan at the scene thought it proper to drape a blanket over me as she was convinced there was a dead body on the side of the road, and the decent thing to do would be to shield others from such a sight.
Michael CapriolaPublished 2 years ago in PsycheMen and Depression
Studies show that men are less likely to report a depressive episode than women. Men are less likely to be diagnosed with depression than women. Because of the stigma, they are also less likely to seek treatment. Men are more likely to exhibit anger or aggression than sadness or hopelessness when depressed. Clinical depression can affect men just as it does women and should not be taken lightly. If you're a man struggling with depression, do not hesitate to reach out for help.
Matthew AngeloPublished 2 years ago in PsycheEpisodic Meltdown of Nothing
Going through motions. Silence, pressure, nothing. That's what it feels like. Nothing. Waking up to the confines of self. Not pressured, not rejuvenated. Motivation escapes this mind as the clouds of lost freedom drags me through its atmosphere. Not really living but neither dying as well. A sense of limbo that is just as is. You stay in stagnation for a wave to move by. No hope but the interest of what will take me away. What will change my mind and flip this switch where my mind goes in silence. Triggered by the thought you move around this weight of existence to understand the state you're in. You move your hands around the objects.
How a Lipstick Named Gabrielle Fixed My Broken Self
If I’d broken my leg, things would have been entirely different. What is it about a plaster cast that allows strangers to ask what happened? A broken arm, from a slip on the ice. A fractured femur, the result of a skiing accident. Suddenly, the boundary of appropriate questioning breaks down into curiosity, then sympathy. Or the sharing of a similar experience, and comments about healing times and rehabilitation.
Catherine KenwellPublished 2 years ago in PsycheMy journey to healing
For a little bit of background, I come from a family of migrants. Parents who came from Europe to provide a better life for their kids. Parents who were not shown love and affection, because back in their time that wasn’t the main focus when raising children. The focus was making sure they were taken care of, fed and alive. In their time, mental health didn’t exist. “You’re depressed? Go do something you’re just lazy!” My parents never asked me about my day at school, never asked me how I was doing and damn sure never paid attention to my deteriorating mental health as a teen. They only viewed my actions and outbursts over the years, as me being crazy. Never did they once think there was an underlying problem, they didn’t consider intervention nor did they attempt to educate themselves on what the issue may be. But that’s a lot of deflecting on my part and a lot of “they” statements. Solely mentioned to exaggerate the delayed diagnoses. There were years of suffering and many failed attempts that could have been avoided, had my mental health been cared for like my physical health was.
Vivacious Characters and Toxic Masculinity
She started with a smile and a compliment. This was the first time a vivacious woman even acknowledged his presence, queuing an immediate attraction for said woman.
Gena AdamsonPublished 2 years ago in PsycheThe Dark Side of the Writer's Mind
On April 18th, 1941, the body of a woman was found floating lifelessly in the Ouse River in Sussex England. The woman — later identified by her husband as famed author Virginia Woolf — was 59 years of age when she took her life. Eventually shared was a note left behind, which painted the picture of an artist exhausted from her struggle with mental illness, seemingly swallowed whole by the very mind that proved to be so prolific in writing.
Alan ThompsonPublished 2 years ago in Psyche