Since it’s talking about my own condition, I can talk about it how I like. If we didn’t laugh in my own home about my own particular manic phases, life would be so much more difficult.
British politician Charles Walker, on ‘coming out’ in the House of Commons as having struggled with severe OCD for over 30 years by referring to himself as a “fruitcake”.
I totally agree with this: self-define how you like, especially if humour is your coping mechanism - just don’t use labels for others unless you have their consent and agreement that that is how they identify. (‘Mad pride’: proceed with caution).
I meant to comment on this a couple of weeks ago but forgot. Anyway, politicians in the UK have been ‘coming out’ of the mental health closet recently, admitting to having mental health issues such as OCD, depression, postnatal depression etc.
I think the more that high profile people (celebrities, politicians, high ranking professionals) speak openly about their mental illness, the closer we get to having any reasonable hope of reducing stigma. My only worry is that Severe Mental Illness (SMI) such as psychosis may be underrepresented in this process, and it seems to be SMIs that the public are most fearful of. Still, a promising start, and much respect to the politicians who took the difficult step of speaking up…
15th June 2012
Politicians hide their mental health issues because to admit fault or frailty is tantamount to throwing away their career, MPs were told in the House of Commons.
Calling himself a “practising fruitcake”, Tory MP Charles Walker revealed details of his obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) which he has had for over 30 years. This caused him to “bounce in and out of a room” four times and even destroy photographs of his son because voices told him that if he kept them his child would die. After initially guffawing at his “fruitcake” comment, at this point the Commons fell silent.
Labour’s Kevan Jones told MPs about the “deep depression” he suffered from in 1996.
“I just hope you realise, Mr Speaker, what I’m saying is very difficult right now,” Jones said. “Like a lot of men, you try and deal with it yourself. You don’t talk to people.”
He went on: “In politics … if you admit fault or frailty you are going to be looked upon in a disparaging way, in terms of both the electorate and your peers as well.”
As to whether his admission would blight his career, Jones said: “I actually don’t care now because if it helps other people who have suffered from depression in the past, good.”
Sue Baker of the mental health campaign Time to Change said the speeches would go down in history because MPs have never previously felt able to discuss their mental health problems openly without fear of discrimination.
“We want people from all walks of life to be able to do the same and it’s great to see politicians making a stand,” she said.
I listen to music on iTunes DJ. I’m allowed to “refresh”, but only until I reach a song that was “last played” on a date before 2012. Then I have to listen to it.
I can then refresh again.
(I am allowed to listen to any track or album I like on my iPod, incidentally).
The idea of the game is to listen to every song on my iTunes by the end of 2012. I have a playlist to track how many I have left to do.
I’ve been doing this since January and there are still 3452 songs that I have not listened to in 2012. I’m the only person playing this game, and this blog post is the first time I have told anyone about it. Up until now, it’s just been in my head.
No, it’s not really much of a game. If I’m honest, this is just another Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. It’s like when I used to spend whole afternoons trying to catch the clock of Ceefax tripping from one minute to the next.
I would shake your hand mate,
we’ve just done the cock thing.
Shake that and party N writes: ”I met Robbie Williams in Chateau Marmont, LA, this summer. We had a bit of banter in the bar then he followed me into the toilet. We had a wee, chatting about England, footie, music etc. We both washed our hands, then as we left he opened the door using his hand tucked in to his sleeve (in an OCD fashion) while commenting that he’d got paranoid about germs since moving to LA.