
I was just reading posts commenting on a short interview in US News & World Report with Deborah Kotz, an author who feigned mental illness to investigate three different mental health facilities she checked herself into. The name of her book is Voluntary Madness: My Year Lost and Found in the Loony Bin (Viking, 2008).The interview and the following comments were intriguing to me, because I myself have suffered from a mental illness (clinical depression) and have been treated both as an inpatient and outpatient. Yes, mental illness is a serious condition and it is extremely important for those in need to be very cautious in choosing the facility in which to receive treatment (if they have a choice, that is!!!) and the truly mentally ill need compassion like everyone else. However, I am a person who believes that humor is so important in life and sometimes we cannot take ourselves too seriously. Yes, the previous statement is a lead-in to something people may consider offensive, but I feel okay with it because I don’t mean to offend anyone and I have a heart for the mentally ill. All of us have quirks, anyway. Okay-- so I found the following post which made me laugh hysterically. I don’t know if this person is truly crazy or just making some jackass comment to rile people up, but it struck me as incredibly funny and I want to post it!!!! Also, it gave me a visual of my first ex-husband doing this to himself…I CAN’T HELP IT!!!
"I avoid going to hospitals or clinics when I am feeling depressed, it costs way too much!! I have learned to treat myself at home. I just get good and drunk and hook myself up to my little machine I made.
I took a momentary contact switch, similar to a doorbell button, a ballast for fluorescent light bulbs, and just attach the output leads to various places on my body, such as my elbows
knees or fingertips, or between my toes, plug it in and sit down and watch some good comedy on TV, while knocking off a six-pack of beer and a pint of BACARDI 151 rum, when something on the show gives me a good laugh, I just tap the button once or twice. When I wake up in the morning I feel a whole lot better and I ask myself (WHAT DEPRESSION)!!!
I am ready to take on the world! DON’T GET IN MY WAY!"
I’m still laughing! Some people took offense to a comment that the author made about the facilities having a great pool of characters to write about, including the staff. Here again, I can’t blame her because I did the same thing. I had a horrible bout of post-partum depression after my lovely daughter was born and I was in an abusive relationship at the time, so one night I thought I was going stark-raving mad with anxiety and I checked myself into a local hospital. When I got into the mental unit, (my mom came along with me for moral support), I looked around at the other patients and said to my mom, “Oh my God! I’m in ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOOS NEST!” We couldn’t help but laugh. I said that because I was depressed and anxious but I didn’t feel “crazy”, for lack of a better word. Most of the other patients had issues like mania, schizophrenia and psychosis. I felt like I didn’t belong there and I was using humor to cope and to ease my mother’s fear. Thank God there was no Nurse Cratched !! I also passed the time by giving certain people nicknames, like the woman with schizophrenia who stole my John Grisham book. I called her The Mumbler because she was constantly walking around mumbling to herself. Judge me if you will. My good friend Stephen & I used to do the same thing when we were doing the city club circuit. There were regulars at certain clubs and we had code names for them. At one club there was Robert Smith (from The Cure), Cali Surfer Dude, and The Turtle. At another there was Marilyn (Manson, not Monroe) and Jesus—he didn’t look like Jesus, he just had this certain dance move where he would stand still and fling out his arms in a crucifixion-style pose, shirtless. I’M CRACKING MYSELF UP JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS STUFF. I haven’t thought about these club characters in a while. I worked my way through college as a waitress and did the same thing with customers...YOU may have been one of -em!! More about that another time!