Idsertian said:
Your mother, who you tell us has spent countless hours looking in to the complicated realm of autism, has never seen fit to have you diagnosed? Nor have you yourself ever seen fit to request one? I find it difficult to believe someone who claims to have been so drastically affected, to this day even, by a supposed affliction would not seek out an appropriate professional. Fear, trepidation and an unbreakable routine haven't kept the millions of others from, in one way or another, being professionally diagnosed.
You list what sound like the traits of a rather picky and easily bored individual. Throwing a "tantrum" if you can't have it your way and not being inclined to focus on things you do not wish to, could well be said of any child on this Earth. Retaining those traits into adulthood is not sufficient ground to so fervently demand from the world you be seen as mentally impaired.
As I said, the more we so freely self-diagnose and hand out labels and claims to affliction, the less and less relevance they hold. What was once seen as a personality trait now has a treatment plan. Those of us more boisterous than others are now given drugs to calm us. A shitty month is cause for a therapist and depression is worn like an undeserved badge of honour among many of the young. No hyperbole and no misquote, I honestly heard a boy, no more than eight, ask of his friend "Remember when I had depression a week ago?" He then went on to ask how many times he had tried to "commit suicide," as if the words being spoken aloud by his same-aged friend would afford him some prestige. I'm sure we all have known at least a few girls or boys with scarred wrists who would tell us in private how horrible their lives are. You know the kind. Speaking as someone who survived a suicide attempt solely due to unwanted help, an ambulance and some dedicated doctors, this sort of faux ailment feels like a spit in the face. For every "pretender" there is a real sufferer having their real illness belittled to that of temporary annoyance.
[small][small]I'm not suggesting those who self-harm and report it to others do not suffer from mental illness, mind. It is an accepted fact among the medical community that self-harm is or was once present in more than three quarters of suicides. I'm not referring to genuine self-harmers here and I know who they are, having seen with my own eyes individuals who've cut their arms from wrist to shoulder wide enough open to see bone; people who so genuinely seek to harm themselves that they'll cut open their neck with a broken fingernail if no sharper tool is available. I speak only of, if you'll pardon the tired cliche, the "angsty teens" that make it hard to find and help the real teens suffering depression or suicidality.[/small][/small]
I had a friend diagnosed with ADHD. We were at primary school. He was hell for the teachers and his parents had either given up by the time I met him or never cared to begin with. In class he would utterly ignore teachers and had no interest at all in ever changing. The school went out of its way to accommodate him, giving him a special aid to follow him to class and assist in his learning, among other such assists. Any time he would normally be reprimanded, he would be given a waiver or ignored--"He has ADHD," the excuse always given. Never intentionally harmful or foul to anyone, he was simply... uninterested in doing what was asked of him. His I-don't-care facade continued on for quite some time, but ended rather abruptly; see, he was diagnosed with cancer that required a few surgeries to remove and more than a handful of chemo rounds, and just like that, his ADHD vanished. How odd that a little perspective could cure a brain-chemical disorder. Of course it didn't, I know. He, like many diagnosed with ADHD, required only life to kick him in the ass. Rock bottom does wonders for the human psyche. Maybe that's why the U.S., one of the luckiest countries and populations on Earth, continues to see such zealous ADD and ADHD diagnoses.
People make martyrs of themselves so much I'm forced to wonder just how wide Munchhausen's can stretch.
Look, you may well suffer a mental illness--as you mention, I don't know you and (sadly) I'm not telepathic. But I would wager that of late I've had to deal with more people in need of a wake up call, than genuine suffers of illness. After a while one gets kind of fed up with how... almost mundane it all is. When did mental-fucking-illness become something one could casually posses from time to time? When did it become hip to cut your wrists? Why on Earth are we handing out more medication than ever before? Life is meant to be getting better--and it IS--but we continue to find new ways to show just how sick we are--at least in our own minds.
I'll apologize for the way I spoke to you. I was less than pleasant. But, like you I'm sure, the actual contents of my opinion remain as such.