Reposted with permission of Peppergirl.
OP here
First, Thank you to the people who PMed me with words of support and encouragement. I wish you could have joined me in discussion before.
I originally meant that thread to be more of a discussion on the stigma of Mental Conditions. But alas, it reminded me why I never mentioned this to anyone outside my closest friends, family, and advisers. (and the anonymity of the Internet)
In the Army, I was a Chaplains Assistant. When trained on PTSD, we were taught that Silence kills. Open discussion helps to protect people, it helps to heal people. Silence, forces a person inward into downward path of despair, that can lead to loss of life. I have never been one to be silent. (cautious, but not silent)
"Hate begets Hate; Anger begets Anger; Love begets Love; Peace begets Peace"
When I was young, maybe age 6, I started to hear a voice. I spoke to it and it responded. Even in prayer, we had discussions, instead of just asking for things. ex: "I pray for guidance on my school work, oh Lord." "What do you need to do?" "To remember to do my assignments and turn them in on time." "OK, how can we help you remember?" "By helping me to write down notes." just an example, conversations could range from everything political-religious-personal-fun topics (like Star Trek ). I thought nothing odd of this. When I was about 15, I mentioned how I pray to my Youth Minister. He thought it was funny and loved the way I prayed. (like the country song, "talked to God like he was talking to a friend")
That was the first time I realized it was unusual.
Later on (in my mid 20s), I mentioned it to a professional counselor, one that I knew I could trust my life to. They said not to worry about it unless the voices become dangerous to myself or others.
The voices have taught me love and peace. They have talked me down from being stupid, they have rejoiced in my victories, they have been with me through thick and thin. I can tell there are between 3 to 5 distinct personalities, but all of them 'sing in the same choir', meaning they agree about the major points (though we do have intellectual debates from time to time). Are they Angels? Are they my dead ancestors making sure I live right by God? Are the voices just my own means of decision making, and part of myself, without any supernatural force at play? Who knows, and I do not care. They are my friends, just as my 'real' friends are. I stress again, they have never tried to tell me to be violent or hateful, NEVER.
I am in full control of my mind and body. All decisions I make are my responsibility. If anyone in my "choir" has an issue with this, the door is there. If they become disruptive, I will kick him/her out.
BUT, whenever I mention them in conversation (online) someone inevitably suggests I seek mental help. I always ask 'why'. Why should I suppress voices that are no threat to me or others? Why should I go on dangerous psycho-pharmaceuticals that will only lower my quality of life?
This type of thinking reminds me of past tragedies. In the not-to-distant-past, homosexuals (mostly men) were committed to mental institutions for simply being different. Witch hunts played off of suspicions raised about people who did not conform to their communities. Tragic mistakes, all bound to repeat time and time again because no one thinks about these things.
Mental Conditions is different from mental injuries and mental illnesses.
-Mental Conditions is like your skin color, some people are different from you, some are the same. No one is better, no one is worse. Everyone has one (or two ).
-Mental Injuries is when an extraordinary, outside, event happens. PTS and PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) are examples of this. War (for a common example) is a very unusual and extreme event, and PTS is a normal response to this (Think of PTS as a wound, and PTSD as an infection from not taking care of the wound). I was taught 2 things, "It is weirder if you do not get PTS while in combat" and "If you have a broken leg, no one would think worse of you to get help. It should be the same for PTSD".
-Mental Illness, is a lot like Mental Injuries, except it is caused by genetics or toxins (like lead poisoning, smoking/drinking while pregnant, ect.). They sometimes need more help but, more often, you do not even know if a person has a mental illness because they are taking care of it (Same thing as getting a flu that might last all your life, annoying but manageable). It should be nothing to be ashamed of.
I am different then most people, I know. Personally, I like the word eccentric . (like a wealthy business man who builds robots in his garage, with lasers, and arms, and Laser Arms!!! ) But, so what? Why should I conform to the full standards of the world? It sounds a lot like "The Giver" (book, I have not seen the new movie) or "1984". Pop a pill so that none stands out (Double-Plus-Good Duck Speak).
"Hate begets Hate; Anger begets Anger; Love begets Love; Peace begets Peace"
Understanding begets Understanding.
OP here
First, Thank you to the people who PMed me with words of support and encouragement. I wish you could have joined me in discussion before.
I originally meant that thread to be more of a discussion on the stigma of Mental Conditions. But alas, it reminded me why I never mentioned this to anyone outside my closest friends, family, and advisers. (and the anonymity of the Internet)
In the Army, I was a Chaplains Assistant. When trained on PTSD, we were taught that Silence kills. Open discussion helps to protect people, it helps to heal people. Silence, forces a person inward into downward path of despair, that can lead to loss of life. I have never been one to be silent. (cautious, but not silent)
"Hate begets Hate; Anger begets Anger; Love begets Love; Peace begets Peace"
When I was young, maybe age 6, I started to hear a voice. I spoke to it and it responded. Even in prayer, we had discussions, instead of just asking for things. ex: "I pray for guidance on my school work, oh Lord." "What do you need to do?" "To remember to do my assignments and turn them in on time." "OK, how can we help you remember?" "By helping me to write down notes." just an example, conversations could range from everything political-religious-personal-fun topics (like Star Trek ). I thought nothing odd of this. When I was about 15, I mentioned how I pray to my Youth Minister. He thought it was funny and loved the way I prayed. (like the country song, "talked to God like he was talking to a friend")
That was the first time I realized it was unusual.
Later on (in my mid 20s), I mentioned it to a professional counselor, one that I knew I could trust my life to. They said not to worry about it unless the voices become dangerous to myself or others.
The voices have taught me love and peace. They have talked me down from being stupid, they have rejoiced in my victories, they have been with me through thick and thin. I can tell there are between 3 to 5 distinct personalities, but all of them 'sing in the same choir', meaning they agree about the major points (though we do have intellectual debates from time to time). Are they Angels? Are they my dead ancestors making sure I live right by God? Are the voices just my own means of decision making, and part of myself, without any supernatural force at play? Who knows, and I do not care. They are my friends, just as my 'real' friends are. I stress again, they have never tried to tell me to be violent or hateful, NEVER.
I am in full control of my mind and body. All decisions I make are my responsibility. If anyone in my "choir" has an issue with this, the door is there. If they become disruptive, I will kick him/her out.
BUT, whenever I mention them in conversation (online) someone inevitably suggests I seek mental help. I always ask 'why'. Why should I suppress voices that are no threat to me or others? Why should I go on dangerous psycho-pharmaceuticals that will only lower my quality of life?
This type of thinking reminds me of past tragedies. In the not-to-distant-past, homosexuals (mostly men) were committed to mental institutions for simply being different. Witch hunts played off of suspicions raised about people who did not conform to their communities. Tragic mistakes, all bound to repeat time and time again because no one thinks about these things.
Mental Conditions is different from mental injuries and mental illnesses.
-Mental Conditions is like your skin color, some people are different from you, some are the same. No one is better, no one is worse. Everyone has one (or two ).
-Mental Injuries is when an extraordinary, outside, event happens. PTS and PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) are examples of this. War (for a common example) is a very unusual and extreme event, and PTS is a normal response to this (Think of PTS as a wound, and PTSD as an infection from not taking care of the wound). I was taught 2 things, "It is weirder if you do not get PTS while in combat" and "If you have a broken leg, no one would think worse of you to get help. It should be the same for PTSD".
-Mental Illness, is a lot like Mental Injuries, except it is caused by genetics or toxins (like lead poisoning, smoking/drinking while pregnant, ect.). They sometimes need more help but, more often, you do not even know if a person has a mental illness because they are taking care of it (Same thing as getting a flu that might last all your life, annoying but manageable). It should be nothing to be ashamed of.
I am different then most people, I know. Personally, I like the word eccentric . (like a wealthy business man who builds robots in his garage, with lasers, and arms, and Laser Arms!!! ) But, so what? Why should I conform to the full standards of the world? It sounds a lot like "The Giver" (book, I have not seen the new movie) or "1984". Pop a pill so that none stands out (Double-Plus-Good Duck Speak).
"Hate begets Hate; Anger begets Anger; Love begets Love; Peace begets Peace"
Understanding begets Understanding.
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