In its natural state, my brain is almost always over-stimulated. This doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t seem like a bad thing if you haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t experienced it, but in practice, it means that I just shut down after a certain point. Thing that are easy, run-of-the-mill tasks for most people are insurmountable mountains for me. Calling someone on the phone to sort out something? Panic-attack inducing. Even answering emails or messages can be overwelmingly scary. Am I staring at you blankly? It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s probably because I have entirely forgotten how to make smalltalk and I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m reminding myself that you asking what I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m thinking does not mean you want to hear about my recent foray into reading about \u00e2\u20ac\u0153alternative\u00e2\u20ac\u009d STI treatments in the early 20th century (readers of this blog notwithstanding). Sometimes the ability to function in society is just so overwelming that my brain snaps.<\/p>\n
I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not going to hurt myself. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not going to hurt others.<\/p>\n
However, I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t perform at my optimum or even close to it without mind-altering drugs. Right now, due to a fun insurance screw-up, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m stuck with self-medicating through caffeine and the occasional Sudafed. This keeps me functional enough that I can keep my job, finish tasks, have hobbies and occasionally write.<\/p>\n
It does not keep me functional enough that I can pay bills on time without an overly elaborate setup of cell phone alarms, scheduled emails and scheduled payments. It keeps me functional enough that I can go be social with people, but not functional enough that I can do so without an irrational and gripping fear that I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t belong, that I won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be welcome or that people will hate me.<\/p>\n
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The best analogy I can come up with for my brain is this: Imagine you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re treading water. Treading water is pretty easy and most people can do it for a long, long time without becoming exhausted and falling under the water. Now imagine treading water in open sea. Half of the time, the sea is calm, and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pretty easy to stay above water, but half the time it isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t. A storm can be devastating to your ability to not drown. But so can a mild swell if you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re already exhausted. Most people are treading in a calm sea, with the occasional storm. Some people are always fighting a rough sea… and still having to deal with the same storms.<\/p>\n
I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve written before about how the support network I lucked into through birth has been a protective factor in helping navigate my world, but nowhere is it more evident than when I look at the way my brain works.<\/p>\n
But there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s another level to the safety net, and one that isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t immediately obvious. This is the unconscious knowledge that if something bad happens, there are measures in place that will take care of us: things like fire departments, and friends and health insurance.<\/p>\n
My group health plan at work charges women twice as much as men in order to be insured. At my age that payment would take out more than a third of my paycheck. So I decided to go for individual insurance. In order to sign up for insurance at an even slightly-affordable rate (it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s still not really affordable), I had to agree that I wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be asking for mental health treatment for the first six months.<\/p>\n
Which was fine and dandy.<\/p>\n
Until I had a nervous breakdown in early April.<\/p>\n
I am lucky. I am lucky that my brain\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s particular quirks do not allow for truly suicidal thoughts.<\/p>\n
I am lucky that I have people to call if things get too bad… my mother, my sister, my best friend. People who will let me hang out with them or sit there quietly, or cry on their shoulder.<\/p>\n
I am lucky that I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve had two other breakdowns and that I know that the way my brain works, they only last a month or two at their worst. I also knew that I only needed to wait a few months and I could medicate if I still needed to. And if worse came to worst, I could ask my parents and they could help me out financially to get me the care I needed. Without these things, I would have been facing a much different decision.<\/p>\n
Had the pain I was feeling been without a conceivable end in sight, and if I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know that I could fix this in, at most, a few months, I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know if I could have faced the nothingness, the interminable stretch of mottled grey canvas that my brain becomes at these times. It was hard enough to face it for two months. It was hard enough to get out of bed in the morning knowing that this was a temporary thing. It would have been nearly impossible if not entirely impossible if I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know that it was temporary. Or had my brain been just slightly differently wired so that I couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t see through the temporary state.<\/p>\n
In this culture, we demonize the mentally ill. We other the homeless and the unemployed. But here\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the thing: Not everyone can function without help. Some people have been fighting a rough sea all their lives, so a storm will be entirely devastating.<\/p>\n
The wonderful thing about these brains of ours is that we as a society have used them to create treatments to help people. Not ones that are perfect, and not ones that will excise all problems, just yet, if ever. But ones that can alleviate it just enough that many people can go about their business as functional members of society.<\/p>\n
But we don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t make these treatments available to everyone. We make insurance prohibitively expensive. We block those who already have known problems from receiving the insurance they so desperately need. We cut government benefits and access to clinics that service lower incomes.<\/p>\n
And then we look at the people we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve cut off from this care and we judge them. We judge them as negligent, as lazy, as useless. We judge them as dangerous. We think they should be locked up, in mental health institutions at best, in prisons at worst.<\/p>\n
But there but for the grace of a social safety net go I. And there but for the grace of access to insurance go you. Our brains are easily rattled, both literally and figuratively. A car accident with a hit to the head. A fall off a ladder. The death of a loved one. Witnessing a traumatic event. Our species has created net after net to help us deal with these things, pharamaceutical, therapeutic and social measures to help people who need help. But then we go to such great lengths to keep them from a great percentage of the people who need them most. It is hard enough to escape generational poverty when you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re at your best. How can you even hope to do it when even your own brain is fighting you.<\/p>\n
You may think that you are a perfectly adjusted, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153normal\u00e2\u20ac\u009d human being. Different from those lazy, useless people you see on the street and in the newspaper. But that can change. Our brains are good, even great, at dealing with most things, but you never know when that last straw will break you. And it might be something small. In my case it was. Something so very small that I will have to laugh about it in the future when I recount this story… when I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m over the immediate shame and pain of not being able to deal with it myself.<\/p>\n
I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t fight for access to health care for myself. I have the social net that society so often crows about. I fight for access to health care for those who don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have what I have. Because I can too easily put myself in their place. I can too easily see myself reaching for help that was being denied to me. And denied for no good reason except for the fact that those denied me still subscribe to the competing and blind dual ideals of protestant work ethic and predestination that are so prevalent in our culture.<\/p>\n
Because we tie our place in society to a self-congratulatory sense of accomplishment rather than to institutional advantages, we place ourselves above those who have not been able to \u00e2\u20ac\u0153elevate\u00e2\u20ac\u009d themselves to the rank of good, hard-working, successful people. And at the same time, we apply a moral judgement of \u00e2\u20ac\u0153if you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re not successful, then you must not deserve to be successful\u00e2\u20ac\u009d to those same people. Not only do we congratulate ourselves for being harder working, but we congratulate ourselves on being more deserving to start with.<\/p>\n
We don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t realize that our place in society is so very, very fragile. Well, I say \u00e2\u20ac\u0153we\u00e2\u20ac\u009d, but really, most of the people reading this have had a taste of the fragility of our status. We are living during a recession. We are living during a time where it is hard to find a job, even for those who are exceptionally talented and hard-working.<\/p>\n
It would be easy for me to judge those who go through similar breakdowns to mine and think \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, I made it through, why can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t they?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d or \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not that bad. They just need to shake themselves out of it.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d But it is that bad. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just that I always had a life preserver sitting in front of me while drowning in my emotions. It didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t feel like much at the time, but it was enough. It was enough to see that there was a failsafe if my own willpower failed. Just the existence of that failsafe meant that I could continue my own inernal struggle just a little bit longer. Knowing that there was a support structure to pull me out of the water if my own strength failed me.<\/p>\n
I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t honestly say whether I would be looking at my breakdown from the other side if I hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t had that support system. Possibly, but possibly not. I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know. I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have to know, because I did have it.<\/p>\n
Those people who have the power in our society have not lived life without those ever-present life preservers. They can shake off the pain and the problems, with the help of the structures that have been created to help them. They still hurt, but they have an extra hand from society. They have a safety net, always in view, even when they are going through hard times. It is easy to forget that not everyone has access to the same things that you might, and that by doing everything in our power to throw down life preservers to everyone, we can do so much more than we can even realize to make our society better. After all, people who aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t spending their entire time fighting against drowning can make ships that will help carry us *all* across the stormy oceans we are all faced with.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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