Kuro5hin.org: technology and culture, from the trenches
create account | help/FAQ | contact | links | search | IRC | site news
[ Everything | Diaries | Technology | Science | Culture | Politics | Media | News | Internet | Op-Ed | Fiction | Meta | MLP ]
We need your support: buy an ad | premium membership

[P]
Living with Schizoaffective Disorder (Part I)

By MichaelCrawford in Culture
Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 01:08:32 PM EST
Tags: Culture (all tags)
Culture

You may be surprised to hear that I suffer from a devastating and poorly understood mental illness. I'd like to tell you what it's like to live inside my head.

There's hope for people sufferring from mental illness. Even if you don't suffer, I want to help you to better understand the many mentally ill people you are likely to encounter as you go through life, and explain why you don't need to shun them. I want to demonstrate that in fact, friendship with the mentally ill can be a rewarding experience.

Read on, and I will tell you how I recovered from schizoaffective disorder - but have not been cured. I will tell you how I learned to live with mental illness every day.

In this first of three parts, I explain what it's like to be bipolar.


Contents

Part I:

Part II:

Part III:

The Best of Both Worlds
[top]

Being schizoaffective is like having manic depression and schizophrenia at the same time. It has a quality all its own though which is harder to pin down.

Manic depression is characterized by a cycle of one's mood between the opposite extremes of depression and a euphoric state called mania. Schizophrenia is characterized by such disturbances in thought as visual and auditory hallucinations, delusions and paranoia. Schizoaffectives get to experience the best of both worlds, with disturbances in both thought and mood. (Mood is referred to clinically as "affect", the clinical name for manic depression is "bipolar affective disorder".)

People who are manic tend to make a lot of bad decisions. It is common to spend money irresponsibly, make bold sexual advances or to have affairs, quit one's job or get fired, or drive cars recklessly.

The excitement that manic people feel can be deceptively attractive to others who are then often conned into the belief that one is doing just fine - in fact they are often quite happy to see one "doing so well". Their enthusiasm then reinforces one's disturbed behaviour.

I decided that I wanted to be a scientist when I was very young, and throughout my childhood and teenage years worked steadily towards that goal. That sort of early ambition is what enables students to get accepted into a competitive school like Caltech and enables them to survive it. I think the reason I was accepted there even though my high school grades weren't as good as the other students was in part because of my hobby of grinding telescope mirrors and in part because I studied Calculus and Computer Programming at Solano Community College and U.C. Davis during the evenings and summers since I was 16.

During my first manic episode I changed my major at Caltech from Physics to Literature. (Yes, you really can get a literature degree from Caltech!)

The day I declared my new major I came across the Nobel Prize-winning Physicist Richard Feynman walking across campus and told him that I'd learned everything I wanted to know about physics and had just switched to literature. He thought this was a great idea. This after I'd spent my entire life working towards becoming a scientist.

When Did it Happen?
[top]

I have experienced various symptoms of mental illness for most of my life. Even as a young child I had depression. I had my first manic episode when I was twenty, and at first thought it was a wonderful recovery after a year of severe depression. I was diagnosed as schizoaffective when I was 21. I'm 38 now, so I have lived with the diagnosis for 17 years. I expect (and have been emphatically told by my doctors) that I'm going to have to take medication for it for the rest of my life.

I have also had disturbed sleeping patterns as long as I can remember - one reason I'm a software consultant is that I can keep irregular hours. That's a primary reason why I went into software engineering at all when I left school - I did not think my sleeping habits would allow me to hold a real job for any length of time. Even with the flexibility most programmers have, I don't think the hours I keep now would be tolerated by many employers.

I left Caltech when my illness got really bad at the age of 20. I eventually transferred to U.C. Santa Cruz and finally managed to get my physics degree, but it took a long time and a great deal of difficulty to graduate. I had done well in my two years at Caltech, but to complete the last two years of classes at UCSC took me eight years. I had very mixed results, with my grades depending on my mood each quarter. While I did well in some classes (I successfully petitioned for credit in Optics) I recieved many poor grades, and even failed a few classes.

A Poorly Understood Condition
[top]

I've been writing online about my illness for a number of years. In most of what I have written, I referred to my illness as manic depression, also known as bipolar depression.

But that's not quite the right name for it. The reason I say I'm manic depressive is that very few people have any idea what schizoaffective disorder is - not even many mental health professionals. Most people have at least heard of manic depression, and many have a pretty good idea of what it is. Bipolar depression is very well known to both psychologists and psychiatrists, and can often be effectively treated.

I tried to research schizoaffective disorder online a few years ago, and also pressed my doctors for details so I could understand my condition better. The best anyone could say to me is that it is "poorly understood". Schizoaffective disorder is one of the rarer forms of mental illness, and has not been the subject of much clinical study. To my knowledge there are no medications that are specifically meant to treat it - instead one uses a combination of the drugs used for manic depression and schizophrenia. (As I will explain later, while some might disagree with me, I feel it is also critically important to undergo psychotherapy.)

The doctors at the hospital where I was diagnosed seemed to be quite confused by the symptoms I was exhibiting. I had expected to stay only a few days, but they wanted to keep me much longer because they told me that they did not understand what was going on with me and wanted to observe me for an extended time so they could figure it out.

Although schizophrenia is a very familiar illness to any psychiatrist, my psychiatrist seemed to find it very disturbing that I was hearing voices. If I had not been hallucinating he would have been very comfortable diagnosing and treating me as bipolar. While they seemed certain of my eventual diagnosis, the impression I got from my stay at the hospital was that none of the staff had ever seen anyone with schizoaffective disorder before.

There is some controversy as to whether it is a real illness at all. Is schizoaffective disorder a distinct condition, or is it the unlucky coincidence of two different diseases? When The Quiet Room author Lori Schiller was diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder, her parents protested that the doctors really didn't know what was wrong with their daughter, saying that schizoaffective disorder was just a catch-all diagnosis that the doctors used because they had no real understanding of her condition.

Probably the best argument I've heard that schizoaffective disorder is a distinct illness is the observation that schizoaffectives tend to do better in their lives than schizophrenics tend to do.

But that is not a very satisfying argument. I for one would like to understand my illness better and I would like those from whom I seek treatment to understand it better. That can only be possible if schizoaffective disorder were to get more attention from the clinical research community.

Someone You Know is Mentally Ill
[top]

One out of three people is mentally ill. Ask two friends how they're doing. If they say they're OK, then you're it.

Mental illness is common in the entire world's population. However many people are unaware of the mentally ill who live among them because the stigma against mental illness forces those who suffer to keep it hidden. Many people who ought to be aware of it prefer to pretend it doesn't exist.

The most common mental illness is depression. It is so common that many are surprised to find out that it is considered a mental illness at all. About 25% of women and 12% of men experience depression at some time in their lives, and at any given moment about 5% are experiencing major depression. (The statistics I find vary depending on the source. Typical figures are given by Understanding Depression Statistics.)

Roughly 1.2% of the population is manic depressive. You probably know more than a hundred people - the chances are great that you know someone who is manic depressive. Or to look at it another way, according to K5's advertising demographics, our community has 27,000 registered users and is visited by 200,000 unique visitors each month. Thus we can expect that K5 has roughly 270 manic depressive members and the site is viewed by about 2,000 manic depressive readers each month.

A slightly smaller number of people have schizophrenia.

About one in two hundred people get schizoaffective disorder during their lives.

More statistics can be found in The Numbers Count.

While homelessness is a significant problem for the mentally ill, most of us are not out sleeping on the streets or locked up in hospitals. Instead we live and work in society just as you do. You will find the mentally ill among your friends, neighbors, coworkers, classmates, even your family. At a company where I was once employed, when I confided that I was manic depressive to a coworker in our small workgroup, she replied that she was manic depressive too.

Life on a Roller Coaster
[top]

Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae fuit. (There is no great genius without madness.)
-- Seneca

When I don't feel like going to the trouble to explain what schizoaffective disorder means, I commonly say that I'm manic depressive rather than schizophrenic because the manic depressive (or bipolar) symptoms are more prevalent for me. But I experience schizoid symptoms as well.

Manic depressives experience alternating moods of depression and euphoria. There can (blessedly) be periods of relative normalcy in between. There is a somewhat regular time period to each person's cycle, but this varies dramatically from person to person, ranging from cycling every day for the "rapid cyclers" to alternating moods about every year for me.

The symptoms tend to come and go; it is possible to live in peace without any treatment sometimes, even for years. But the symptoms have a way of striking again with an overwhelming suddenness. If left untreated a phenomenon known as "kindling" occurs, in which the cycles happen more rapidly and more severely, with the damage eventually becoming permanent.

(I had lived successfully without medication for quite some time through my late 20's, but a devastating manic episode that struck during graduate school at UCSC, followed by a profound depression, made me decide to go back on medication and stay with it even when I was feeling well. I realized that even though I might feel fine for a long time, staying on medication was the only way to avoid being caught by surprise.)

You may find it odd that euphoria would be referred to as a symptom of mental illness, but it is unmistakeably so. Mania is not the same as simple happiness. It can have a pleasant feel to it, but the person who is experiencing mania is not experiencing reality.

Mild mania is known as hypomania and usually does feel quite pleasant and can be fairly easy to live with. One has boundless energy, feels little need to sleep, is creatively inspired, talkative and is often taken to be an unusually attractive person.

Manic depressives are usually intelligent and very creative people. Many manic depressives actually lead very successful lives, if they are able to overcome or avoid the illness' devastating effects - a nurse in Santa Cruz' Dominican Hospital described it to me as "a class illness".

In Touched with Fire Kay Redfield Jamison explores the relationship between creativity and manic depression, and gives biographies of many manic depressive poets and artists throughout history. Jamison is a noted authority on manic depression not just because of her academic studies and clinical practice - as she explains in her autobiography An Unquiet Mind she is manic depressive herself.

I have a bachelor's degree in Physics, and have been an avid amateur telescope maker for much of my life; this led to my Astronomy studies at Caltech. I taught myself to play piano, enjoy photography, and am quite good at drawing and even do a little painting. I have worked as a programmer for fifteen years (also mostly self-taught), own my own software consulting business, own a nice home in the Maine woods, and am happily married to a wonderful woman who is very well aware of my condition.

I like to write too. Other K5 articles I have written include Is This the America I Love?, ARM Assembly Code Optimization? and (under my previous username) Musings on Good C++ Style.

You wouldn't think that I have spent so many years living in such misery, or that it is something I still have to deal with.

Full-blown mania is frightening and most unpleasant. It is a psychotic state. My experience of it is that I can't hold any particular train of thought for more than a few seconds. I can't speak in complete sentences.

My schizoid symptoms get a lot worse when I am manic. Most notably I get profoundly paranoid. Sometimes I hallucinate.

(At the time I was diagnosed, it was not thought that manic depressives ever hallucinated, so my diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder was based on the fact that I was hearing voices while I was manic. Since then it has become accepted that mania can cause hallucinations. However I believe my diagnosis to be correct based on the current Diagnostic and Statistical Manual criterion that schizoaffectives experience schizoid symptoms even during times they are not experiencing bipolar symptoms. I can still hallucinate or get paranoid when my mood is otherwise normal.)

Mania is not always accompanied by euphoria. There can also be dysphoria, in which one feels irritable, angry and suspicious. My last major manic episode (in the Spring of 1994) was a dysphoric one.

I go for days without sleeping when I am manic. At first I feel that I don't need to sleep so I just stay up and enjoy the extra time in my day. Eventually I feel desperate to sleep but I cannot. The human brain cannot function for any extended period of time without sleep, and sleep deprivation tends to be stimulating to manic depressives, so going without sleep creates a vicious cycle that might only be broken by a stay in a psychiatric hospital.

Going a long time without sleeping can cause some odd mental states. For example there have been times when I lay down to try to rest and started dreaming, but did not fall asleep. I could see and hear everything around me, but there was, well, extra stuff going on. One time I got up to take a shower while dreaming, hoping that it might relax me enough that I could fall asleep.

In general I've had the fortune to have a lot of really odd experiences. Another thing that can happen to me is that I might be unable to distinguish between being awake and asleep, or to be unable to distinguish memories of dreams from memories of things that really happened. There are several periods of my life for which my memories are a confusing jumble.

Fortunately I have only been manic a few times, I think five or six times. I have always found the experiences devastating.

I get hypomanic about once a year. It usually lasts for a couple of weeks. Usually it subsides, but on rare occasions escalates into mania. (However I have never become manic when I was taking my medication regularly. The treatment is not so effective for everyone, but at least that much works well for me.)

Melancholia
[top]

Many manic depressives long for the hypomanic states, and I would welcome them myself, if it weren't for the fact that they are usually followed by depression.

Depression is a more familiar state of mind to most people. Many experience it, and almost everyone has known someone to experience depression. Depression strikes about one quarter of the world's women and one eighth of the world's men at some time in their lives; at any given time five percent of the population is experiencing major depression. Depression is the most common mental illness. (See Understanding Depression Statistics.)

However in its extremety depression can take on forms that are much less familiar and can even be life-threatening.

Depression is the symptom that I tend to have the most trouble with. Mania is more damaging when it happens, but it is rare for me. Depression is all too common. If I did not take antidepressants regularly, I would be depressed most of the time - that was my experience for most of my life before I got diagnosed.

In its milder forms depression is characterized by sadness and a loss of interest in the things that make life pleasant. Commonly one feels tired and unambitious. One is often bored and at the same time unable to think of anything interesting to do. Time passes excruciatingly slowly.

Sleep disturbances are common in depression too. Most commonly I sleep excessively, sometimes twenty hours a day and at times round the clock, but there have been times when I had insomnia as well. It's not like when I'm manic - I get exhausted and wish desperately to just get some sleep, but somehow it evades me.

At first the reason I sleep so much when depressed is not because I am tired. It is because consciousness is too painful to face. I feel that life would be easier to bear if I were asleep most of the time, and so I force myself into unconsciousness.

Eventually this becomes a cycle that is difficult to break. It seems that sleeping less is stimulating to manic depressives while sleeping excessively is depressing. While sleeping excessively my mood gets lower and lower, and I sleep more and more. After a while, even during the few hours I spend awake I feel desperately tired.

The best thing to do would be to spend more time awake. If one is depressed it would be best to sleep very little. But then there's the problem of conscious life being unbearable, and also finding something to occupy oneself during the interminable hours that pass each day.

(Quite a few psychologists and psychiatrists have also told me that what I really need to do when I am depressed is get vigorous exercise, which is just about the last thing I feel like doing. One psychiatrist's response to my protest was "do it anyway". I can say that exercise is the best natural medicine for depression, but it may well be the hardest one to take.)

Sleep is a good indicator for mental health practitioners to study in a patient, because it can be measured objectively. You just ask the patient how much they've been sleeping and when.

While you can certainly ask someone how they're feeling, some patients may be either unable to express their feelings eloquently or may be in a state of denial or delusion so that what they say is not truthful. But if your patient says he's sleeping twenty hours a day (or not at all), it is certain that something is wrong.

(My wife read the above and asked me what she was supposed to think about the times when I sleep twenty hours at a stretch. Sometimes I do that and claim that I'm feeling just fine. As I said my sleeping patterns are very disturbed, even when my mood and my thoughts are otherwise normal. I have consulted a sleep specialist about this, and had a couple sleep studies done in a hospital where I spent the night hooked up to an electroencephalograph and electrocardiograph and all manner of other detectors. The sleep specialist diagnosed me with obstructive sleep apnea and prescribed a Continuous Positive Air Pressure mask to wear when I sleep. It helped, but did not make me sleep like other people do. The apnea has improved since I lost a lot of weight recently, but I still keep very irregular hours.)

When depression becomes more severe, one becomes unable to feel anything at all. There is just an empty flatness. One feels like one has no personality whatsoever. During times I have been very depressed, I would watch movies a lot so I could pretend I was the characters in them, and in that way feel for a brief time that I had a personality - that I had any feelings at all.

One of the unfortunate consequences of depression is that it makes it difficult to maintain human relationships. Others find the sufferer boring, uninteresting or even frustrating to be around. The depressed person finds it difficult to do anything to help themselves, and this can anger those who try at first to help them, only to give up.

While depression initially can cause a sufferer to feel alone, often its effects on those around him can result in his actually being alone. This leads to another vicious cycle as the loneliness makes the depression worse.

When I started graduate school I was in a healthy state of mind at first, but what drove me over the edge was all the time I had to spend alone studying. It wasn't the difficulty of the work - it was the isolation. At first my friends still wanted to spend time with me, but I had to tell them I didn't have time because I had so much work to do. Eventually my friends gave up and stopped calling, and that's when I got depressed. That could happen to anyone, but in my case it led to several weeks of acute anxiety that eventually stimulated a severe manic episode.

Perhaps you're familiar with The Doors' song People are Strange which neatly summarizes my experience with depression:

People are strange
When you're a stranger,
Faces look ugly
When you're alone,
Women seem wicked
When you're unwanted,
Streets are uneven
When you're down.

In the deepest parts of depression the isolation becomes complete. Even when someone makes the effort to reach out, you just cannot respond even to let them in. Most people don't make the effort, in fact they avoid you. It is common for strangers to cross the street to avoid coming close to a depressed person.

Depression may lead to thoughts of suicide or obsessive thoughts of death in general. I have known depressed people to tell me in all seriousness that I would be better off if they were gone. There can be suicide attempts. Sometimes the attempts are successful.

One in five untreated manic depressives ends their lives at their own hands. (Also see here.) There is much better hope for those who seek treatment, but unfortunately most manic depressives are never treated - it is estimated that only one third of those who are depressed ever get treatment. In all too many cases the diagnosis of mental illness is made post-mortem based on the memories of grieving friends and relatives.

If you come across a depressed person as you go about your day, one of the kindest things you can do for them is to walk right up, look them straight in the eye, and just say hello. One of the worst parts of being depressed is the unwillingness that others have to even acknowledge that I'm a member of the human race.

On the other hand, a manic depressive friend who reviewed my drafts had this to say:

When I am depressed I don't want the company of strangers, and often not even the company of many friends. I wouldn't go as far as to say I "like" being alone, but the obligation to relate to another person in some way is loathesome. I also become more irritable sometimes and find the usual ritual pleasantries unbearable. I only want interaction with people with whom I can really connect, and for the most part I don't feel like anyone can connect with me at that point. I begin to feel like some subspecies of humankind and as such I feel repulsive and repulsed. I feel like people around me can literally see my depression as if it were some grotesque wart on my face. I just want to hide and drop into the shadows. For some reason, I find it a problem that people seem to want to talk to me wherever I go. I must give out some kind of vibe that I am approachable. When depressed my low profile and head-hanging demeanor is really meant to discourage people from approaching me.

Thus it is important to respect each individual, for the depressed as for everyone else.

The Strange Pill
[top]

This leads me to another odd experience I have had a number of times. Depression can often be treated quite effectively by drugs called antidepressants. What these do is increase the concentration of neurotransmitters in one's nerve synapses, so signals flow more easily in one's brain. There are many different antidepressants that do this via several different mechanisms, but they all have the effect of boosting one of the neurotransmitters, either norepinephrine or serotonin. (Imbalances in the neurotransmitter dopamine cause the schizoid symptoms.)

The problem with antidepressants is that they take a long time to take effect, sometimes as long as a couple of months. It can be hard to keep up hope while waiting for the antidepressant to start working. At first all one feels is the side effects - dry mouth ("cottonmouth"), sedation, difficulty in urinating. If you're well enough to be interested in sex, some antidepressants have such side effects as making it impossible to have orgasms.

But after a while the desired effect begins to happen. And here is where I have the odd experiences: I don't feel anything at first, the antidepressants don't change my feelings or perceptions. Instead, when I take antidepressants, other people act differently towards me.

I find that people stop avoiding me, and eventually start to look directly at me and talk to me and want to be around me. After months with little or no human contact, complete strangers spontaneously start conversations with me. Women start to flirt with me where before they would have feared me.

This of course is a wonderful thing, and my experience has often been that it is the behaviour of others rather than the medicine that lifts my mood. But it is really strange to have others change their behaviour because I'm taking a pill.

Of course, what really must be happening is that they are reacting to changes in my behaviour, but these changes must be subtle indeed. If this is the case the behavioural changes must happen before there is any change in my own conscious thoughts and feelings, and when it starts to happen I cannot say that I've noticed anything different about my own behaviour.

While the clinical effect of antidepressants is to stimulate the transmission of nerve impulses, the first outward sign of their effectiveness is that one's behaviour changes without one having any conscious knowledge of it.

One friend who is also a consultant who suffers from depression had the following to say about my experiences with antidepressants:

I've had the almost identical experience--not just in how PEOPLE treat me, but how the entire WORLD works. For instance, when I'm not depressed, I start getting more work, good things come to me, events turn out more positively. These things COULDN'T be reacting to my improved mood because my clients, for example, may not have talked to me for months prior to calling and offering me work! And yet, it truly does seem that when my mood looks up, EVERYthing looks up. Very mysterious, but I do believe there's some kind of connection. I just don't understand what it is or how it works.

Some people object to taking psychiatric medications - I did until it became clear I would not survive without them, and even for some years afterwards I wouldn't take them when I was feeling well. One reason people resist taking antidepressants is that they feel they would rather be depressed than to experience artificial happiness from a drug. But that's really not what's happening when you take antidepressants. Being depressed is as much a delusional state as believing oneself to be the Emperor of France. You may be quite surprised to hear that and I was too the first time I read a psychologist's statement that his patient sufferred from the delusion that life was not worth living. But depressive thought really is delusional.

It's not clear what the ultimate cause of depression is, but its physiological effect is a shortage of neurotransmitters in the nerve synapses. This makes it difficult for nerve signals to be transmitted and has a dampening effect on much of your brain activity. Antidepressants increase the concentration of neurotransmitters back up to their normal levels so that nerve impulses can propagate successfully. What you experience when taking antidepressants is much closer to reality than what you experience while depressed.

A Risky Treatment
[top]

An unfortunate problem that antidepressants have for both manic depressives and schizoaffectives is that they can stimulate manic episodes. This makes psychiatrists reluctant to prescribe them at all even if the patient is sufferring terribly. My own feeling is that I would rather risk even psychotic mania than to have to live through psychotic depression without medication - after all, I'm not likely to kill myself while manic, but while depressed the danger of suicide is very real and thoughts of doing harm to myself are never far from my mind.

I had not been diagnosed when I took antidepressants for the first time (a tricyclic called amitryptiline or Elavil) and as a result I spent six weeks in a psychiatric hospital. That was the summer of 1985, after a year I had spent mostly crazy. That's when I was finally diagnosed.

(I feel that it was irresponsible of the psychiatrist who prescribed my first antidepressant to not have investigated my history more thoroughly than she did, to see if I had ever experienced a manic episode. I had my first one a little less than a year before, but didn't know what it was. Had she just described what mania was, and asked me if I had ever experienced it, a lot of trouble could have been avoided. While I think the antidepressant would still have been indicated, she could have prescribed a mood stabilizer which might have prevented the worst manic episode of my entire life, not to mention the ten thousand dollars I was fortunate to have my insurance company pay for my hospitalization.)

I find now that I can take antidepressants with little risk of getting manic. It requires careful monitoring in a way that wouldn't be necessary for "unipolar" depressives. I have to take mood stabilizers (antimanic medication); presently I take Depakote (valproic acid), which was first used to treat epilepsy - many of the medicines used to treat manic depression were originally used for epilepsy. I have to do the best I can to observe my mood objectively, and see my doctor regularly. If my mood becomes unusually elevated I have to either cut back the antidepressant I take or increase my mood stabilizer, or both.

I've been taking imipramine for about five years. I think it is one of the reasons I do so well now, and it upsets me that many psychiatrists are unwilling to prescribe antidepressants to manic depressives.

Not all antidepressants work so well - as I said amitryptiline made me manic. Paxil did very little to help me, and Wellbutrin did nothing at all. There was one I took (I think it might have been Norpramine) that caused a severe anxiety attack - I only ever took one tablet and wouldn't take any more after that. I did have good results from maprotiline in my early 20's, but then decided to stop medication entirely for several years, until I got hospitalized again in the spring of 1994. I had a low-grade depression for several years after that (when I tried Wellbutrin and then Paxil). I wasn't suicidal but I just lived a miserable existence. A couple of months after I started taking imipramine in 1998, life got good again.

You should not use my experience as a guide in choosing any antidepressants you might take. The effectiveness of each is a very individual matter - they are all effective for some people and ineffective for others. Really the best you can do is try one out to see if it works for you, and keep trying new ones until you find the right one. Most likely any that you try will help to some extent. There are many antidepressants on the market now, so if your medicine is not helping, it's very likely that there is another that will.

What if Medicine Doesn't Help?
[top]

There are people for which it seems no antidepressant will help, but they are rare, and for those who cannot be treated by antidepressants, it is very likely that electric schock treatment will help. I realize that's a very frightening prospect and it is still controversial, but ECT (or electroconvulsive therapy) is widely regarded by psychiatrists as the safest and most effective treatment there is for the worst depression. Most effective because it works when antidepressants fail, and safest for the simple reason that it works almost immediately, so the patient is not likely to kill themselves while waiting to get better, as can happen while waiting for an antidepressant to yield some relief.

Those who have read such books as Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest will understandably have a low regard for shock treatment. In the past shock treatment was poorly understood by those who administered it and I have no doubt that it has been abused as depicted in Kesey's book.

Note: While you may have seen the Cuckoo's Nest movie, it's really worthwhile to read the book. The inner experience of the patients comes through in the novel in a way that I don't think is possible in a motion picture.

It has since been found that the memory loss that Robert Pirsig describes in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance can be largely avoided by shocking only one lobe of the brain at a time, rather than both simultaneously. I understand the untreated lobe retains its memory and can help the other one recover it.

A new procedure called Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation promises a vast improvement over traditional ECT by using pulsed magnetic fields to induce currents inside the brain. A drawback for ECT is that the skull is an effective insulator, so high voltages are required to penetrate it. ECT cannot be applied with much precision. The skull presents no barrier to magnetic fields, so TMS can be delicately and precisely controlled.

At the hospital back in '85 I had the pleasure to meet a fellow patient who had once worked as a staff member at another psychiatric hospital some time before. He would give us the inside scoop on everything that was going on during our stay. In particular he had once assisted in giving ECT treatments, and said that at the time it was just starting to be understood how many times you could shock someone before, as he put it, "they wouldn't come back". He said you could safely treat someone eleven times.

(It actually seems to be common for those who have mental illness to work at psychiatric hospitals. The Quiet Room author Lori Schiller worked at one for a while, and even now teaches a class at one. A bipolar friend worked at Harbor Hills hospital in Santa Cruz when I knew him back in the mid-80's. At her first job, Schiller managed to keep her illness a secret for some time until another staffer noticed her hands shaking. That's a common side effect of many psychiatric medications, and in fact sometimes I take a drug called propanolol to stop the tremors I get from Depakote, which got so bad at one point that I couldn't type on a computer keyboard.)

You're probably wondering whether I have ever had ECT. I haven't; antidepressants work well for me. Although I feel it is probably safe and effective, I would be very reluctant to have it, for the simple reason that I place such a high value on my intellect. I would have to be pretty convinced that I would be as smart afterwards as I am now before I would volunteer for shock treatment. I would have to know a lot more about it than I do now.

I've known several other people to have ECT, and it seemed to help them. A couple of them were fellow patients who were getting the treatment while we were in the hospital together, and the difference in their whole personalities from one day to the next was profoundly positive.

Coming Up: Schizoid Symptoms
[top]

I will post Part II once discussion of this first installment tapers off. In Part II, I will discuss the schizophrenic side of schizoaffective disorder, something that I have not felt comfortable to talk about much before, publicly or privately. I will cover auditory and visual hallucinations, disassociation and paranoia.

Finally in part III I will tell you what to do about mental illness - why it's important to seek treatment, what therapy is all about, and how you can make a livable new world for yourself. I will conclude with an explanation of why I write so publicly about my illness and give a list of websites and books for further reading.

Copyright © 2003 Michael David Crawford. All Rights Reserved.

Sponsors

Voxel dot net
o Managed Hosting
o VoxCAST Content Delivery
o Raw Infrastructure

Login

Poll
Do you suffer from a mental illness? If so, which one?
o I don't have a mental illness 27%
o Depression 26%
o Manic Depression 17%
o Anxiety 6%
o Schizophrenia 1%
o Schizoaffective Disorder 4%
o Some other mental illness 9%
o I don't care to say 7%

Votes: 123
Results | Other Polls

Related Links
o Scoop
o Living with Schizoaffective Disorder
o The Best of Both Worlds
o When Did it Happen?
o A Poorly Understood Condition
o Someone You Know is Mentally Ill
o Life on a Roller Coaster
o Melancholi a
o The Strange Pill
o A Risky Treatment
o What if Medicine Doesn't Help?
o Coming Up: Schizoid Symptoms
o Part II
o The Heebee-Jeebies
o Hearing Voices
o Dissociati on
o Paranoia
o Geometric Visions
o Next: How to Deal With Mental Illness
o Part III
o If You Think You're Mentally Ill
o Therapy
o The Reality Construction Kit
o Why am I Saying All This?
o Recommende d Reading
o [top]
o schizoaffective
o Caltech
o grinding telescope mirrors
o Solano Community College
o U.C. Davis
o Nobel Prize-winning Physicist
o Richard Feynman
o software consultant
o U.C. Santa Cruz
o I've been writing online about my illness for a number of years.
o The Quiet Room
o Lori Schiller
o Understanding Depression Statistics
o Roughly 1.2% of the population is manic depressive.
o advertisin g demographics
o A slightly smaller number of people have schizophrenia.
o About one in two hundred people get schizoaffective disorder during their lives.
o The Numbers Count
o "kindling"
o Dominican Hospital
o Touched with Fire
o An Unquiet Mind
o amateur telescope maker
o I taught myself to play piano
o enjoy photography
o drawing
o painting
o worked as a programmer for fifteen years
o software consulting
o Is This the America I Love?
o ARM Assembly Code Optimization?
o Musings on Good C++ Style
o Diagnostic and Statistical Manual
o schizoaffe ctives experience schizoid symptoms even during times they are not experiencing bipolar symptoms.
o One in five untreated manic depressives ends their lives at their own hands
o here
o only one third of those who are depressed ever get treatment
o it is still controversial
o Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
o One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
o Transcrani al Magnetic Stimulation
o Also by MichaelCrawford


Display: Sort:
Living with Schizoaffective Disorder (Part I) | 258 comments (219 topical, 39 editorial, 0 hidden)
favorite quote (4.60 / 5) (#2)
by circletimessquare on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 04:20:42 AM EST

The article quotes me as saying "I can work effectively even when I'm wigging, even when I'm hallucinating, even when I'm severely depressed." And by wigging, I meant that I could develop software while severely paranoid. I've spent a lot of productive hours at the office, laboring at my computer, while trying to avoid thinking of the fact that a Nazi armoured division was holding maneuvers in the parking lot.

wow! really?

The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

Thank you (4.50 / 4) (#9)
by Belligerent Dove on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 04:45:32 AM EST

Great article about an important subject (being mental illnesses).

By the way, people interested in Schizophrenia might want to take a look at this simulation of that disease.

Me (4.90 / 20) (#11)
by jjayson on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 04:55:44 AM EST

I was diagnosed bipolar-1 about 3 years ago. Starting from from last year in highschool symptoms started, but nobody really did anything. Nobody knew anything. I would be up for days at a time, be very productive, in a hypo-manic episode. Then I would not come out of my room for weeks at a time. The cycle was slow, so people just thought I was moody. I thought about killing myself multiple times, but mostly just ran away from home instead and went to live elsewhere for sometime. This placed tremendou strain on myself, my relationships, and my school.

Then I went to college at Berkeley. The pressure was immense and at a bad time for me. I cracked pretty badly. I went missing for weeks at a time and saw my way in and out of hospital psych wards. I was admitted to the emergency room multiple times for mania and depression. In college, I tried to killed myself twice. I had some scards on my wrists for years from trying that way. I had my stomach pumped for trying to overdose on prescription medication. My grades fluctauted from staight As to Ds. I went through numberous relationships, jobs, and apartments. I was homeless for almost 6 months during my time at school.

After I graduated, my symptoms went away for over a year and I was exceptionally well adjusted and normal. Held a long relationship and steady job. Then I started losing it. I had a run in with the police and thought that they were after me. It lead to my arrest, detension, $50,000 bail, and hundreds of hours of community service. After my release symptoms abated and I fell into a deep depression. I withdrew from work and  threw myself into personal projects. I started DJing alot and producing music. This lead to a rapid mood improvement and immense creativity and productivity. I started to think that I had "solved" the prime number sequence. I was seeing hallucinations and hearing voices now non-stop. At first I thought that it was a radio and went through the attic and all over the apartment complex trying to find it. The voices started to take over and I couldn't sleep. I lost my job and my relationship. I went into a prolonged period of dysphoric mania, where you lose control of your emotions and actions. At that time, I tried to kill myself again.

My ex-girlfriend made me see a psych and they diagnosed me (well, I had been under the supervision of one already, but this was a sign that something needed to change). I was a drastically different person, somebody who I didn't want to be, but I couldn't help it. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't change. I didn't have control.

I was placed on very heavy medication immediately and put under psychiatric observation a couple times.  They gave me a maximal dose of Zyprexa, Wellbutrin, and Depakote. I also have a constant supply of Sonata, a sleeping pill, since it is crucual for me to get at least 8 hours of sleep a night. It worked wonders. I was back to being my usual chill self. Zyprexa was truly a miraculous drug for me.

I slowly went off my meds of my own chosing and instead sleep 8-10 hours a night and meditate for a half hour a day to try and calm myself. My doctor doesn't think that is a good idea, especially, for someone with such strong symptoms in the past. She promises that over time, without meds, I will get worse and it will come back. For about 18 months now, I have been fine and shown no real symptoms. She also thinks overwise. I have restarted charting my mood again to try and prove her wrong (mood charts are an integral way I keep track of how I am feeling to notice trends and were used to adjust medication when needed).

I had a bipolar piece sitting unfinished around here. Thanks MichaelCrawford for doing a better job than I could have done. I'll write more, but I have to get to sleep before I go crazy.
_______
Smile =)
* bt krav magas kitten THE FUCK UP
<bt> Eat Kung Jew, bitch.

I knew somebody who was really crazy. (4.44 / 9) (#13)
by tang gnat on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 05:01:28 AM EST

One of our Japanese exchange students was schizophrenic. In the end, she tried unsuccessfully to kill herself. She would hear people talking about her, everywhere. I think she had the whole solipsism thing going on too. Perhaps the disorder was encouraged by her being brought up by an evil shinto bitch of a grandmother.

[We had another exchange student who didn't know many social rules at all, and so seemed to be a pervert ("otaku") a lot of the time.]

I've seen a lot of people (slashbot stereotypes often) who think it's cool to have aspergers or ADD or whatever is popular that day. Well guess what, you're normal compared to people like Mike!

Schizoaffective (4.75 / 4) (#15)
by jjayson on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 05:31:41 AM EST

From Francis Mark Mondimore M.D.'s book, Bipolar Disorder, p53:

Another possible explanation for the mingling of symptoms of a mood disorder and of schizophrenia in one patient is that the patient may suffer from both illnesses. If one considers that bipolar I affects about 1 percent of the population and that 1 percent of the population also suffers from schizophrenia, then obviously, if there are no other factors operating to prevent the illnesses from occurring together, as many as 0.01 percent of the population will suffer from both disorders -- that is, one in ten thousand. If one adds in other mood disorders such as bipolar II, cyclothymia, and the "soft" bipolar disorders, the numers of persons with schizophrenia who also have a mood disorder will be even greater. Treatment experience would seem to suppor this idea: patients with a diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder seem to be more effectively treated with medications for mood disorders used in combination with medications for schizophrenia.

Although someday a treatment that is uniquely effective in schizoaffective disorder may come along and prove my hunch incorrect, I can't help thinking that patients who receive this diagnosis either are very sick bipolar patients or are patients whose combination of symptoms are the result of their having a combiantion of disorders.


_______
Smile =)
* bt krav magas kitten THE FUCK UP
<bt> Eat Kung Jew, bitch.

Me to (4.22 / 9) (#16)
by nictamer on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 05:32:23 AM EST

I wanted to write a shit-ass long piece about my ADD, and then I remembered I had'nt paid the rent for the last 4 months, so I had to go wash the dishes.
--
Religion is for sheep.
Delusions of Depression (4.50 / 8) (#18)
by OldCoder on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 05:40:30 AM EST

1. <Item 1 deliberately left blank. If I could work it in, I'd say "left bank">

2. I read somewhere that in some psychological experiments looking at the accuracy of estimation, of people trying to gauge the size or the probability of something (I forget what), that depressed people were consistently more accurate than "Normal" people, who were consistently more optimistic. So the belief that life is not worth living might not be a delusion. It's a frightening thing to believe, but that doesn't make it false.

A relentless pursuit of balance and truth might just make somebody crazy, I suppose.

3. Life may indeed not be worth living. It's hard to prove otherwise. In the long run, as Keynes said, we're all dead anyway. The instincts to keep on living and breathing are as irrational as the crazed actions of a wild mob.

In the event that life is actually not worth living, people who accurately perceive this will not last. The world will be populated by people who are irrationally optimistic. I don't believe that Darwin claimed that species or individuals who were more accurate and honest were always more "Fit".

4. It may be that one of the reasons that I began to believe in God is that it makes ending ones life impermissible, thereby rationalizing my essentially irrational fear of death. But now I'm committed — cognitive dissonance and all that.

5. Yeah, K5 can't handle your text size. In previewing this, your entire text was jammed over to the right-hand one third of the screen, making it vertically 3 times as long.

6. Life is full of stress.

7. Being bipolar may have an advantage over being unipolar, as it gives you a way to compare one state to another. Anybody who is unipolar is going to mistake it for normal. But bipolar people will also mistake their current state as normal, for some reason. Even so, how do you really know if you're ill or just think you are?

8. On ER, America's foremost source of medical information, there was a guy who was bipolar but complained that his Lithium robbed him of his creativity. Is there any truth to that? Does lithium have that side-effect?

9. So far, I haven't had the discipline (or time) to read your whole text through from beginning to end, and I've already made an 8 point reply, so I'll quit for now. I haven't read it thoroughly, which enables you to just ignore anything I've said that annoys you — You've been through enough.


--
By reading this signature, you have agreed.
Copyright © 2003 OldCoder

Why do you hate the wheel on my mouse? (2.30 / 10) (#23)
by Filthy Socialist Hippy on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 05:56:04 AM EST

I think I burned it out scrolling through your magnus opus.

--
leftist, you don't love America, you love what America with all its wealth and power can be if you turn it into a socialist state. - thelizman
I think I will have to rebute this (1.03 / 32) (#29)
by psychologist on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 07:11:22 AM EST

Yes, you are crazy, but your crazyness is not best cured by medicine. It is best cured by living a godammed normal life. I'll post a rebutall story in 3 weeks or so.

In the meantime, you can enjoy my diary.

Interesting disorder. (2.07 / 14) (#36)
by Hide The Hamster on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 07:45:30 AM EST

I found your DEMON DAYCARE ASSOCIATES WILL ATTACK article fascinating DON'T LISTEN TO THE KIND APE-MAN, HE IS ONLY OUT TO GET YOU. It brings perspective to the art BUDWEISER IS THE KING OF BEERS which Wesley Willis creates.


Free spirits are a liability.

August 8, 2004: "it certainly is" and I had engaged in a homosexual tryst.

Wonderful and close to home (4.80 / 5) (#53)
by idiot boy on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 11:22:01 AM EST

A person very close to me was (finally) diagnosed this way several years ago. To me, the diagnosis has always looked very much like a "catch all" to provide a diagnosis for a complex set of symptoms that don't sit happily in any of the more usual classifications.

Diagnosis was a nightmare. The person involved had been to see a GP several times only to be told that they were variously, "just a bit depressed" or "attention seeking". It took a major incident to finally get doctors to sit up and take notice. Sadly, by this time, a condition that could possibly have been treated without recourse to drugs had progressed to a high level of severity.

Since that time, they have never been "well", the drugs they take induce some depression and prevent to a greater or lesser extent, a full life.

Disasterous attempts to take them off drugs (which unsuprisingly resulted in a relapse) have been made which are unlikely in the future.

One wonders whether the picture might be different in the US (assuming they had private health care of course) than under the woefully underresourced mental health services of the NHS. Would "better" but vastly more expensive drugs be tried more readily? Would the doctors have been less eager to try taking them off the drugs had the drugs involved not been under patent and therefore extremely expensive? A lot of questions arise under the UK NHS regarding patients rights and do make one question the wisdom of the nannying approach that often seems to be taken.

Regardless, the description of your life tallies extremely closely with theirs in many ways and offers a great deal of hope. A very good article, readable, interesting and spooky in equal measure :). It inspires confidence that the person involved will at some point attain the levels of independance and freedom that you appear to have gained. Thanks for that.

Finally, I would just like to accuse you of being an extremely lucky bastard for meeting Mr Feynman (see sig! It's a quote from you know who :)

--
Science is a way of trying not to fool yourself

great, but... (4.33 / 3) (#58)
by pb on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 11:35:51 AM EST

Roughly 1.2% of the population is manic depressive. You probably know more than a hundred people - the chances are great that you know someone who is manic depressive. Or to look at it another way, according to K5's advertising demographics, our community has 27,000 registered users and is visited by 200,000 unique visitors each month. Thus we can expect that K5 has roughly 270 manic depressive members and the site is viewed by about 2,000 manic depressive readers each month.
K5 is a very self-selected population, taken from a somewhat larger but also skewed population--internet users. Due to the demographics and mechanics of K5, it wouldn't surprise me if the actual numbers are or appear to be significantly different from what the simple math implies (I would guess that there are more manic depressives on K5, or that as a group they participate more than the average). It's a good example in theory, but realize that it might be very wrong in practice.
---
"See what the drooling, ravening, flesh-eating hordes^W^W^W^WKuro5hin.org readers have to say."
-- pwhysall
Fantastic (4.66 / 3) (#59)
by x3nophil3 on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 11:50:58 AM EST

Does Dr. Feynman live up to his myth?

I find stories like this very interesting. I'm also a consultant programer who had a very early interest in science and technology. While I don't suffer from any mental illness, I have trouble with insomnia (hence the consulting), and have occasionally suffered from what seems like bad depression. It's fascinating how commonly these combination of traits go together, based on the various people I've met in my professional life.

Thank you very much for sharing your story. These are issues that need to enter the collective consciousness.


Thanks for Sharing. (5.00 / 7) (#60)
by Queenie on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 12:18:19 PM EST

Your words have hit a note deep inside me. I once loved a bipolar man who hurt me very much with his condition. He cycled from hypomanic into manic and into depression at times. He was just as you describe a bipolar person: charming, witty, creative and fun to be with. He was almost unreal

On his manic phases he would jump from thought to thought, he would barely sleep and his mind was an endless well of knowledge overflowing into my hears. His manic attacks did not last long and they were interesting to watch to say the least.

During his hypomanic moments he was as close to perfection I could imagine a person to be ... not a single detail escaped him -- from flowers to my favorite drink and foods, saying the words I wanted to hear, emails and calls. At times, looking at him was almost as looking at me - he transformed himself into a copy of who he thought I was. I was fascinated by his devotion towards me.

Just as you mentioned, the use of Depakote and Lithium made him impotent and not interested in sex as a normal guy would. A big minus that I tried to ignore given that his pluses seemed endless. He also had a very addictive personality, abusing of heavy chemicals and alcohol. I became aware of it later in the relationship and started to realize that I could not accept it or live with it for the rest of my life. I was, however, deeply in love with his manic, pleasing side and was having trouble discerning good from bad.

The shit the fan a couple of times when he looped into his depressive phase, totally discarding me and more than that, lashing his sadness and anger at me and finally making a point of letting me know he was abandoning me just to make me suffer. I became the target of his "evil" side and then simply he disappeared for days as if he was dead.

Despite all the anger I used to feel for him (am maybe I still have some grudges left in me), I have to admit that I believe he loved me. I am sure that he walked away from me because he realized the pain and destruction he was causing to my life and heart. He spared me of his nightmare because he loved me and I am grateful to him for that.

On a complementary note, I admire your partner, she must be a very strong, secure lady to be able to handle the rides and the circumstances you put her through.

I am now living a great romance with a normal (?) man, I am happier than on my happiest moments with Mr. Bipolar Man. I think I have learned the value of my own person and my own sanity by being with a bipolar person. It takes to suffer deeply to appreciate a great person when he luckily comes along ... and I am holding on to him with all my might as he is the answer to my prayers.

I hope other partners of bypolars reach your article and assimilate the information provided. It will help them cope with such a wild ride they may be in.

Thanks for sharing.


________________________________________________ ... :) ...

Very true (3.00 / 9) (#66)
by sllort on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 01:20:36 PM EST

K5 has roughly 270 manic depressive members and the site is viewed by about 2,000 manic depressive readers each month.
Those 270 you mention are the ones with voting privileges. It all makes sense now.
--
Warning: On Lawn is a documented liar.
fucking -fantastic- article. (4.75 / 4) (#73)
by trener on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 02:40:07 PM EST

thank you, i really enjoyed it. i'm looking forward to the next one.

I find that people stop avoiding me, and eventually start to look directly at me and talk to me and want to be around me. After months with little or no human contact, complete strangers spontaneously start conversations with me. Women start to flirt with me where before they would have feared me.

about this,
i'm curious, is it that people start behaving differently to you, or is it really just that you start -noticing- the good stuff more when you're taking anti-deps? like, it's always been there, but the anti-depressants help you to see it? that quote from your friend about how the whole world just works better.. it makes me think that maybe it's just an emphasis thing. selective attention, selective perception.

i'm pretty convinced that that's the way things are for me. when i'm at a peak, my mind just filters out the bad stuff, it assigns less importance to it. i dwell on it much less, and i forget it more easily (and obviously that affects my behaviour). when i'm at a trough, the opposite is true. small, perceived-slights can take on huge significance for me, and i'll often find myself 'spinning' the good stuff to suit my mood ("oh, they're just feeling sorry for me, they don't really want to hang out with me," or whatever..)... or i won't even notice the good things.

anyway, again, great article. cheers.

Thank you (4.00 / 1) (#74)
by mikepence on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 02:46:29 PM EST

Someone very close to me was diagnosed as bipolar very recently. This article was very helpful.

Having Bipolar-2 (4.50 / 2) (#75)
by artsygeek on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 02:57:39 PM EST

I have Bipolar-2 and when I say the word "bipolar" most folks think of the type 1 symptoms.  My personality itself seems to throw a few points up in the "manic" direction, which means that when "normal", I appear hypomanic, when "hypomanic", I appear manic, and unfortunately, when depressed, I appear "normal", until I'm VERY depressed.

At one point I was in an abusive situation with a family member, and the person abusing me took it to his advantage, when I'd fight back, he'd call the police and tell them I'm crazy and tried to hurt HIM.

Then there's the fact that I have too many side effects with all of the mood stabilizers to function: I either want to sleep all the time, eat like a hog with a tapeworm, get horrible, violent nausea.  So I have elected to not take any medications, mainly because when they only compound other health problems and diminish my capacity to function, they defeat their purpose.

Then there's the insomnia, oh God....the lion's share of the time I'm sort of depressed, and I feel tired all the time yet I can't sleep.  Compounding the problem my circadian rhythms are more nocturnal, which makes my shrink think I'm manic, even during times I'm so depressed that I can barely drag myself into the office.

Right now, I'm beginning to try an alternative medicine approach, mainly because nothing orthodox really works.  I'll probably eventually phase-in to using alternative medicine to ameliorate side effects.  But, you've gotta start somewhere.

Great article; one problem (4.00 / 4) (#76)
by trentseigfried on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 03:01:10 PM EST

One out of three people is mentally ill. Ask two friends how they're doing. If they say they're OK, then you're it.

Much of your writeup here was excellent, but I find myself in strong disagreement with the above statement, which I quoted from your document above.

The first part I am willing to agree with, but it is the second part that is greatly problematic. If you ask a friend how they are doing, often they will say that they are OK whether or not they actually are OK, for a wide number of reasons. To then draw the conclusion that if two of your friends claim to be OK then you must have a mental illness is completely false and ridiculous.

Please, those reading this, do not buy into this.

I realize that the comment may have been anecdotal or may have been intended as an icebreaking "light" comment, but when surrounded with serious discussion on mental illnesses, it is sorely out of place and inappropriate.



Trent

If you tolerate this then your children will be next. - MSP
Visit my web log, OneJourney.net. It's more than just link dumpage; I actually write things and try to find off-the-beaten-path

Genius and the Mentally Ill (4.00 / 2) (#80)
by egg troll on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 03:07:40 PM EST

I'm wondering if perhaps there's a link between being highly intelligent, and possessing mental illness. I don't mean to imply that all people who are smart are mentally ill, or vice versa. However I'm wondering if statistically speaking, people who are considered to be more intelligent than average have a higher incidence of mental illness. Any thoughts?

Oh, your article was one of the better things I've read on K5, too! :)

He's a bondage fan, a gastronome, a sensualist
Unparalleled for sinister lasciviousness.

Best. Article. Ever. (4.66 / 3) (#84)
by j harper on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 03:42:17 PM EST

I am profoundly grateful to you for posting this article. I am a Type-2 Bipolar with alternating periods of severe depression and stability. I particularly found this quote meaningful for me:

"In general I've had the fortune to have a lot of really odd experiences. Another thing that can happen to me is that I might be unable to distinguish between being awake and asleep, or to be unable to distinguish memories of dreams from memories of things that really happened. There are several periods of my life for which my memories are a confusing jumble."

I've talked to numerous doctors, none of whom have been able to explain this experience to me, or even recognize it as being significant. The problems I experience with dreams blending with reality bother me greatly, and I've been frustrated by the inability for anyone to explain to me why it occurs or what the significance is. Knowing that someone else, at least, has the same experiences relieves me.

I look forward to reading your future articles, and I hope they are as informative as this one has been.

"I have to say, the virgin Mary is pretty fucking hot." - Myriad

A note about the MP3's on my website (4.00 / 2) (#85)
by MichaelCrawford on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 03:52:03 PM EST

If you download the MP3's of my piano compositions you might find that they don't play for you.

Most likely if that happens it's because they're variable bit rate encoded. It seemed like a good idea at the time I encoded them, but I didn't realize that variable bit rate encoding wasn't supported by all MP3 players.

However, if you try the file in a different player then it's likely you can get it to work.

I've been meaning for eons to re-encode them but I haven't gotten it together to do so yet.

(I also have photo CD's with hundreds of digitized photographs I'd like to put on my website, but I'm afraid I just haven't had the time to develop the site much. Maybe if I got a good thumbnailer, I could do it automatically and spare the pain of scaling the pictures and coding the HTML by hand.)


--

Live your fucking life. Sue someone on the Internet. Write a fucking music player. Like the great man Michael David Crawford has shown us all: Hard work, a strong will to stalk, and a few fries short of a happy meal goes a long way. -- bride of spidy


Great article (5.00 / 3) (#86)
by cyclopatra on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 03:57:51 PM EST

I was diagnosed with pure-obsessional obsessive-compulsive disorder about a year ago, but it's complicated by the fact that I often obsess my way into what appear to be hypomanic or paranoiac episodes - times where I stay up all night cleaning the kitchen, or spend a couple of hours giggling uncontrollably at nothing at all (this one always freaks people out the first time they see it - it's apparently really creepy to watch someone who literally can't stop laughing, even though nothing is funny), or decide that my friends have embarked on a conspiracy to drive me insane, or that everyone I pass on the street has a gun and intends to shoot me in the back.

I've been off and on Prozac since my diagnosis, with lorazepam to tone down the hypomania and anxiety attacks, along with therapy, and it's unbelievable the difference it's made in my life. I find that my productivity suffers somewhat from *not* having my thoughts race along at Mach 5, but the incredible freedom of being able to walk down the street, or lie in my own bed, without being constantly terrified is more than worth it. Learning to live and interact like a normal person is harder, but I'm working on it.

I think the biggest step came when I finally gathered up the courage to make that first appointment with a psychiatrist, though. I was so afraid of being laughed out of his office, or of him getting angry with me for *daring* to make an appointment or believe that something was wrong with me, that I was shaking as soon as I got out of bed that morning.

When he listened to what I had to say, and seemed to agree that something was amiss, the relief was unbelievable. Someone else agreed that my life (at least internally) *was not normal*. Everyone else didn't live like this. Most people didn't take showers sitting down in the tub reading because the book was the only way to distract themselves from the things in the bushes outside that were coming for them. This wasn't the way I was expected to live, and something could be done about it! Although the obsessions didn't start to abate until I had been on medication for a couple of months, they were easier to deal with from that moment, because I really knew they weren't standard-issue brain activity, and that freed up a lot of firepower in my mind for attacking them.

Cyclopatra
All your .sigs are belong to us.
remove mypants to email

Good writing (4.00 / 1) (#87)
by nutate on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 03:58:20 PM EST

Great work. I am currently on Depakote and Zyprexa for bipolar not otherwise specified. I was diagnosed after some intense hospitalizations which forced me to leave school. Now three years later I'm close to actually graduating finally. Oddly enough, in Materials Science and Engineering. (which is rather close to physics).

I look forward to reading the rest of this series.

For those who say they have a mental illness (5.00 / 2) (#88)
by Merc on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 04:01:26 PM EST

I have a few questions about what it's like to be mentally ill.

Do you find it liberating or stigmatizing to have a label for your condition? I ask because I wonder how I would react. Everybody gets depressed or in a great mood, but most people aren't bipolar. When I'm sad, it gives me comfort to know that it's natural and to have some idea why I might feel sad, and to know that it will not last. When I'm happy, it's great to know that I'm a normal, happy person. If I knew I was bipolar, I might feel better when I'm depressed because I know that it's an illness, but I wouldn't be able to "take credit" for the highs, so to speak.

Do you tell most people, or only people you really trust about your mental illness? Do you get sympathy or ostracized if people know your behaviour is completely out of your control? I wonder because I've met some depressing people who probably didn't suffer from any mental illness, they just had sarcastic, pessimistic outlooks. I didn't much enjoy spending time with them, but I might have made more of an effort had I known that it was due to clinical depression.

How do real tragedies and successes affect someone who is bipolar? Compared to someone who isn't bipolar, ff you get a great new job at a dream company with a super high salary, would you be more happy, less happy due to the drugs, or would it depend entirely on the manic state you're in? Do external factors affect whether you're depressed or manic, or does it just change randomly?

Do you ever feel like society is overmedicated? Drug companies seem to me like they're creating a whole bunch of new diseases so they can sell drugs to combat them. For example, if you have heartburn a lot, it's not because of your diet, it's that you have "acid reflux disease" and you need to take drugs for it. While I'm sure that there are some severe cases that do require treatment by drugs, it seems pretty excessive. Do you ever feel like there is pressure to lower the threshold for something to qualify as mental illness so that Psychiatrists and drug companies can do more business?



My two cents on this subject (5.00 / 2) (#89)
by bukvich on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 04:01:44 PM EST

(this is a good article, BTW)

My own research leads me to a couple of things which are not generally appreciated. The most important is the notion that a diagnosis like bipolar or schizoaffective is a harbinger of impending doom, that patients are fated to a downward spiral of ever gloomier psychotic experiences. Such a fate is reserved for only the twenty percent you quoted (and that is high, the most recent number is between thirteen and twenty). The vast majority learn to cope, by hook or by crook or by depakote.

Doctors will always say you have to take the meds because they are taught to treat conservatively, and if a .2 probability of suicide is in the prognosis, and they have no way of knowing which patient is that fifth one, every patient is told to take the meds.

There is a lot of bad psychiatry out there. Every person I know who has suffered from mental illness has gone through bad doctors before finding one they were satisfied with. There is a political issue with this as health coverage insurers are especially stingy with psychiatric cases. (My insurer has a limit of twenty hours (heh--that would be 20 * 50 min.) for an episode for a year. If you need more help than that you will have to make a credible suicide attempt and get your sorry butt committed, or pay a hundred percent. One alternative that people might want to consider, if they live in an urban center with a teaching hospital, is to try and get into a clinical study. There are a lot of resources going into this. (The resources are generally provided by pharmaceutical corporations; kind of a Faustian bargain but you do get free or extremely cheap treatment from a guy doing the latest and greatest research on your problem.)

There is no known correlation between bipolar disorder and cognitive abilities. None.

If you or somebody you love suffers from this or something similar, hit the library stacks pronto. One thing that will amaze you if you go to the Tulane University medical school library (this is my local example but I bet it is not unique) is how much of the most important modern material sits on the shelves, looking as if it has never once been opened up and looked at by all those people who work over there and are treating patients.

If you are honestly thinking of doing yourself in, going to a doctor and telling them that is almost always a much better idea.

Your (4.00 / 1) (#90)
by auraslip on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 04:18:31 PM EST

description of mania reminds me of Mary jane. Perhaps it is becuase they both involve nerual transmitters being blocked?
124
Dividing line (4.50 / 2) (#91)
by Cro Magnon on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 04:18:46 PM EST

What's the dividing line between mental illness and "the blues"? I frequently feel "bummed", especially in the winter, but it's not bad enough to seriously impair me. Although my recent bouts of insomonia worry me!
Information wants to be beer.
Illness or not? (5.00 / 3) (#99)
by Hektor on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 05:07:57 PM EST

I think many people mix up being "depressed" with true depression, where the former isn't really an illness (there are no chemical imbalances or the like) while depression is caused by chemical imbalances and can be, if not cured then kept at bay by medication.

Personally I'm in shambles because my entire life is more or less falling apart, but that is not a depression in the medical sence. But people around me keep telling me, that I should just pop a few pills a day, and everything will be peachy, without realising the consequences of messing around with your brain when it is healthy.

Great to see this on K5 (4.00 / 3) (#100)
by hoytt79 on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 05:08:45 PM EST

It's nice to see articles like this one on sites like K5. Mental illnesses are still scary for a number of people (both patients and non-patients) and anyway to make these illnesses more widely known and to create a society where they are accepted illnesses is in my opinion a very good step. I myself had a major depression and I have SAD (winterdepression). I find it nice to see how these illnesses become more mainstream known and accepted.

No one ever asked for such an illness, it's like a bad card at poker. It can happen to anyone. More and better knowledge and support for these illnesses is always a good move.

Hmm... (5.00 / 1) (#103)
by Tau on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 05:35:44 PM EST

You know, this sounds way too much like me (I don't hallucinate though) to a lesser extent. Though mainly I suppose it's depression. Eh, I need to do something about this, tis not good for someone taking their A-levels in a couple of months >_

---
WHEN THE REVOLUTION COMES WE WILL MAKE SAUSAGES OUT OF YOUR FUCKING ENTRAILS - TRASG0
man that's a lot to take in at once. (2.90 / 10) (#106)
by Prophet themusicgod1 on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 05:47:42 PM EST

before i start i'd like to point out "Mental illness is common in the entire world's population" is a really, bold statement on your part. i know this is what my Psychology teachers have all told me in the past, but after awhile i have become skeptical of it. how do you know this? perhaps such behavior is _normal_, and that you really aren't mentally ill, you just have convinced yourself that
  • mental illness exist
  • as an explaination of your irrationality, that you are mentally ill
  • that you are therefor not at fault for X.
i don't buy it. if you have made poor descisions in life, you have made poor descisions in life.
it is not necessarily the case that if you have made poor descisions in life, it is a chemical-imbalance of some sort in your brains fault. sometimes we don't think nearly clearly enough...but that could also be because of impatience, or just laziness...and it doesn't appear to me that you are claiming to be impatient, or lazy, but something seperate from the two that cause the two...
personally i think that your first example was a reasonable choice [in a catch 22 sort of way : only a "crazy person" would actually follow through with a degree, instead of doing something drastic, like going to lit--]



"One of the unfortunate consequences of depression is that it makes it difficult to maintain human relationships. Others find the sufferer boring, uninteresting or even frustrating to be around."
mabye because you might BE boring, uninteresting, and even frusterating to be around? there are reasons that i only have one or two, albiet distant, freinds, here. i know what they are...and they are problems with ME. it is MY fault and MY fault alone. are you willing to admit that YOU May be the reason that others find you boring, etc? you could very well be a boring person! hell you have a university degree---that qualifies you as boring in most of the people i know's books. don't think of me trying to insult you here, by the way. i don't htink your boring[yet]...or either of those...but i do think that you should at least give some weight to the possibility that you could very well be...it does explain that phenomenon[ie, freinds finding you difficult?] more effectively, does it not? instead of giving one single ubercomplex explaination to fill all your problems into, taking each one bit by bit, may also prove helpful.

". But that's really not what's happening when you take antidepressants" bullshit - that is exactly what is happening when you take antidepressants. from experience, here-.and by definition.-your world becomes livable. your world becomes livable not because it is livable, but because specific chemicals in your brain interpret the world livable, when you know by experience that it is not. You have been drugged, either by the ake-me-more-passive-thc or serotonin-suppliment-style-drugs - you are not sensing reality, and what you really, really need for any sort of meaning to come from this post is for there to be a discreet reality behind your apparant sickness...that is there is a world out there, that you are not sensing properly. if you think that you can come to grips with such a world easier with the aid of chemicals, i just place you right in the pile with the local acidhead who thinks that he is talking to god: the world is a dark place, drugging yourself so it lights up a little is not necessarily the awnser.

"what you experience when taking antidepressants is much closer to reality than what you experience while depressed." now don't get me wrong i'm not saying that "the natural is the only way of doing things..." ...but what exactly in life is so good that it makes life in any way positive? because everyone's so afraid of death? because some people are more or less stupid and just blindly go ahead in life, born, pay taxes, fsck, die... without thinking about it?...surely if they thought about it they would have suicided off by now...

"This of course is a wonderful thing," oh of course. you've fit in a "mentally ill society" that caused you to alter yourself chemically in the first place just to fit their narrow view of 'ok'. bravo.

"In the deepest parts of depression the isolation becomes complete."
big assumption there...i'd just like to point that out. it can always get worse. convincing yourself otherwise is only self-destructive.

"Depression is all too common. If I did not take antidepressants regularly, I would be depressed most of the time - that was my experience for most of my life before I got diagnosed."
also has it ever occurred to you that life is meant to be depressing? We SHOULD be depressed all the time. understanding the sheer level of suffering alone in this world caused by us itself should give us cause to forget any glimmer of hope...that there is no shining hope to aspire to, no deity to beocome or become close to....no goal beyond survival, and the bestial action that is seduction and reproduction? it's a sticky violent thing...this life...and it isn't exactly something to be proud of. why be in any way not depressed about it? it's set up for you to be knocked down unless you try REALLY REALLY hard not to stand up... and if you want to stand up, hey that's your choice, and i respect you for standing up against the wind of fate, but hell, being depressed is the only logical emotion possible, when one considers life, existance, and the world...

schizoid symptoms get a lot worse when I am manic. Most notably I get profoundly paranoid. Sometimes I hallucinate...hearing voices...dysphoria [paranoia]
going days without sleep/with too much sleep/not enough excersize does not cause these effects? given that you are somehow able to go without sleep are you trying to tell me that this going-without-sleep and mistreat of your mind could not lead to the symptoms otherwise described including to but not limited to hallucinations?
i've been without sleep[once, not doing that again] for around a week, and i saw some interesting things too...oh and i was paranoid...my entire last album composed was a set of feverish ranting style hallucinations tied chord by chord together. hearing back on it i'm amazed i got through it, and i'm amazed i'm really only at the beginning...

When I started graduate school I was in a healthy state of mind at first, but what drove me over the edge was all the time I had to spend alone studying. It wasn't the difficulty of the work - it was the isolation
how do you know this? really?! that's much too far of an inductive leap for me. what is it...after this, ergo, because of this?...which is healthy? i think you are unhealthy, trying to convince me that your decadant self victimizing is in any way justified.

"might only be broken by a stay in a psychiatric hospital." alas, it might not. you can come to grips, and gain control. it's not like the psychiatric hospital is the only cure to this sort of thing. the rest of the world Survives and copes with reality, you can too.

"One of the worst parts of being depressed is the unwillingness that others have to even acknowledge that I'm a member of the human race."
yes well and most people are cruel not-quite-yet-as-evolved-as-you-are thugs who have nothing better to do with their lives. so what if they don't accept you? fuck them, it's their loss--unless of course you have some reason why you aren't in some way better off than they are in which case you deserve every bit of ridicule that you get...but i can't see this being the case. on a seperate topic, if a random person walked up to me and said hello i'd be apt to be very defensive...people are mean, by average violent and thug-ish. there's a reason why guys like me are armed all the time...to scare the rest of the motherfuckers on this rock away so i can live in some sort of peace.

" that life was not worth living. "
even socrates was keen to point out that some lives aren't worth living.[specifically, in his case, the unexamined life...] i've noticed, that the majority of life, is necessarily not worth living, and i could offer my proof of this, if you require it...but it'd take up more room and this post is getting pretty long as it is....
"I suspect the best way to deal with procrastination is to put off the procrastination itself until later. I've been meaning to try this, but haven't gotten around to it yet."swr
Insomnia (5.00 / 1) (#110)
by Juppon Gatana on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 06:04:58 PM EST

A great, very interesting article.

I am, at least as far as I know, a mentally healthy individual, but I suffer from insomnia, and I find that that alone can be remarkably devastating. To have it coupled with mania must be incredibly difficult, especially because your insomnia is immeasurably worse than mine.

Mine became serious after I came to college (I am a freshman). I don't know exactly what the cause is, but some nights are terrible for me and others are fine. I was never a particularly easy sleeper, but at home I usually fall asleep within half an hour of going to bed. Here it can take anywhere from one to three hours, and lying awake in bed, especially when I know I need sleep for a test or something the next day, is a horrible experience. Last night is a pretty good example. I went to bed at 2:30 in the morning, and probably fell asleep sometime between 4:15 and 4:45. I got up twice, finally returning to bed at 4-ish.

The one thing that's strange about my insomnia is that I can often predict when I'm going to have a bad night. Usually it will take me over an hour to fall asleep several times a week, perhaps two or three, and I can usually tell when this is going to happen. There is not any specific symptom that I experience, I just get a feeling. My insomnia does not seem to be related to how tired my body or mind is; I exercise regularly and am in good health. What's strange is that I am basically never restless. My insomnious nights are not filled with tossing and turning or constant mind-wandering, I lie very peacefully in bed, but simply cannot fall asleep. Eventually, as can be expected, the lack of sleep does become frustrating, and that can spur an extremely unpleasant cycle of restlessness. Occassionally, if I don't sleep well my insomnia seems to compound itself, and so I'll become more and more tired as it gets harder and harder for me to fall asleep. The longest time that cycle has ever perpetuated itself was four or five days, and I was able to break it by taking a pill.

What the nurse practitioner on campus gave me works like a dream (pun intended). I take half a pill of an anti-depressant called Trazodone half an hour to an hour before I go sleep, and it entirely eliminates my insomnia. Because I take only half a pill, and because I take it 2 or 3 times a week, I do not experience the mood-altering affects. I also experience no side-affects. Basically, it's a miracle drug for me. I strongly recommend to any who reads this and suffers from insomnia to look into reduced dosage of an anti-depressant or anti-anxiety pill.

- Juppon Gatana
能ある鷹は爪を隠す。
(Nou aru taka wa tsume wo kakusu.)
You're all crazy! (5.00 / 4) (#117)
by mcgrew on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 06:46:09 PM EST

What I mean is, I think the statistic of "one in three have mental illness" is WAY underrepresentative.

I have known an awful lot of folks who were diagnosed with one sort of mental disease of other, and a lot more that should seek professional help, but for one reason or not haven't.

The fact that mental illness carries a stigma is, imo, just plain nutzoid. Why people treat the mentally ill differently than someone with the flu or cancer escapes me. Especially something like the flu, which I can give you.

What is the difference between depression and the blues? I'd say the same difference between a cold and pneumonia- same disease, only one is much worse and can kill you.

In fifty years I was never diagnosed with any mental illness, although in 1982 I had a moderate to severe case of depression and didn't know it. There would be no way I would have been counted in the statistics.

That bout was caused by my wife of five years having an extended adulterous affair with an unemployed ex-con. At one point as she purposely mentally tortured me, I found myself curled up on the floor in a fetal position.

Taking her back should have been the first sign I was crazy.

A decade later, it happened again- I caught her in a lip lock with what I thought was one of my best friends. Still I didn't go seek professional help. After all, who wouldn't be depressed by that? I would have divorced her then, but I had two children I didn't want to lose, and realized that in the US, men are discriminated against terribly in divorce proceedings. I didn't want to never see my daughters again, while paying half my meager wages for child support.

She got the therapy. It turned out that there were some terrible things in her past that caused her to suffer from d.i.d., or what they used tio call "multiple personalities". Her therapist moved to another state, funding was low, and after one session with her new therapist she was pronounced "cured". She refused to be prescribed "crazy drugs"- the stigma of mental illness.

One of the symptoms of her particular disorder is sexual dysfunction, in particular, being an adulterous slut.

Last summer it happened again. She moved out, into an apartment in town. Again, I was devastated. Again, she was particularly cruel, but this time not only to me but to our now teenaged daughters. I was in denial about her new affair, not seeing all the signs.

I sought marraige counseling, and she agreed. The counselor was a psychologist. Before our second session she announced she was going to Chicago for the weekend with a friend. Then she informed me her "friend" was a male, although she denied adultery.

I went back to the psychologist alone, and told him I wanted to know what kind of crazy I was to put up with her shit for 25 years. He said his diagnosis for the insurance had been "adjustment disorder with depressed mood" and usually cleared itself up in six months or so.

This particular mental illness, like a common cold, is entirely "normal", or as normal as sickness can be. It is also known by the more common name of "grief"- it is what happens when a loved one dies, divorces you, or other life-changing things.

He suggested that I ask my family doctor for Paxil. I felt I had weathered this twice before and could again. And then I found myself visiting the neighborhood bar quite often. I was lonely, horney, depressed.

My youngest daughter was having physical pains, so I took her to teh doctor, who could find nothing wrong. The doctor prescribed Paxil.

It didn't work for her. She is now on two other meds, which seem to be helping her a lot.

I contracted bronchitis, and went to the doctor for that. Being middle aged and not having seen a psycian in over ten years, she did a complete psysical exam.

She advised paxil for me. I took her up on it.

It was a wonder drug- aspirin for the soul. A few days after taking it I was smiling again. Much of the lonliness and most of the horniness went away, and I had a smile on my face.

One in three? I think almost everyone has some sort of mental illness some time in their life. It is shameful that the mentally ill are shunned, and even more shameful that many or most insurance policies won't cover psychriatric help. It is considerally more shameful, and harmful to society, that thousands upon thousands of people suffer needlessly, and even die, from diseases that there are now very good treatments for.

Perhaps I have been crazy all my life. I haven't been ill, as illness denotes discomfort, but it seems that the mentally ill are drawn to me. Probably half of my friends have been diagnosed with mental diseases ranging from schitzophrenia to bipolar disorder to depression, etc.

One schitzoid friend (that has since been institutionalized) swears he was a fighter pilot in Viet Nam, despite the fact that he was 14 years old when that war ended. Another hears voices, and although he is being treated, he is not a productive member of society. A third I know has been very successfully treated, after being on SSI for two decades, he is now working and seems as normal as anyone I know.

In fact, the most "normal" people I know are on some prescribed drug or another, and the rest seem to me to need to be on medication, including the people I work with.

My present depression is situational- after my divorce is final, and the worry of losing my house, bankruptcy, my daughters' suffering (My oldest attacked me psysically before I got help for her), I will quite likely be my old self again and will be able to discontinue the Paxil.

It's depressing to lose your wife that you have been married to for a quarter of a century, particularly to another man, and particularly when she figuratively rubs my and my daughters' noses in him at every opportunity.

I pity her, as much as she angers me. She refuses to even consider the possibility that there may be something wrong with her. I am hopeful for the future, but VERY depressed now (my beloved Grandmother died at age 99 in January after falling and breaking her hip, which didn't help my mood either).

Oddly, one of the few people I know who I consider completely sane is the son of an old late friend. His mother was bi-polar in a VERY bad way. When he was a child and it was his mother's weekend for visitation, he would scream and cry and literally have to be dragged to her car! His mother was the spitting image in looks and mood to the nurse character in the movie "Misery". I have no idea how this fellow turned out so well, but I am certainly glad he did.

I'm praying for all of you, those who are recieving some sort of therapy, and those of you with problems who deny that you have problems. Those of you who have no such mental problems should count yourselves very lucky.

"The entire neocon movement is dedicated to revoking mcgrew's posting priviliges. This is why we went to war with Iraq." -LilDebbie

Boring? Naaaah... (1.05 / 20) (#120)
by Jennifer Ever on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 07:06:50 PM EST

One of the unfortunate consequences of depression is that it makes it difficult to maintain human relationships. Others find the sufferer boring, uninteresting or even frustrating to be around.

Perhaps you ought to re-examine the god damned novel you've written here about yourself and consider for a moment the possibility that it's actually your incredibly dull and self-involved nature that drives people away?

Looking forward to reading more. (none / 0) (#133)
by Dogun on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 08:28:37 PM EST

I have to say, I find your writing very informative and can't wait to learn about what it's like to experience the schizo part of schizoaffective disorder. I've got a particular interest in the auditory hallucinations. On another note, I think it's rather brave of you to be discussing all this to such a flamebait-happy crowd. With any luck, a number of us will be a little less frightened of mental disorders and be more supportive of people experiencing manic depression or shizoaffective disorder. I suffered from an episode of depression a couple years back and foolishly never sought any help. I think I'll be a little less scared of geting some help and taking some sort of medication in the future, if I ever experience it again. Ever notice how Del Taco tastes best at about 3am? I'm not sure if they had the Del Taco up on Lake and Union when you were at Caltech, but if so, I suspect you agree with me. :)

It's good to see the discussion (4.00 / 1) (#135)
by MichaelCrawford on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 08:40:32 PM EST

It's good to see all the discussion here. Sorry I haven't participated much so far but I pulled an all-nighter last night and have been too tired since this finished moderation. ;-/

I'm just going to post this little note and go back to bed. I'll be able to post more on saturday.

The third installment will address why I feel treatment is important, what therapy is and what you get out of it (if it's successful). But it's going to be a few days yet before I can post it. Others who read my drafts have been impressed with it so I think I can claim it will be worth the wait.


--

Live your fucking life. Sue someone on the Internet. Write a fucking music player. Like the great man Michael David Crawford has shown us all: Hard work, a strong will to stalk, and a few fries short of a happy meal goes a long way. -- bride of spidy


holy shit! (4.00 / 1) (#138)
by techwolf on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 09:09:12 PM EST

I very well might be Manic. I have always had problems you outlined in the article...maybe I should go see the ol` Doc He should be able to tell me if I am or Not.


"The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government." - Thomas Jefferson

True, calm, accurate (4.00 / 1) (#147)
by texchanchan on Fri Apr 11, 2003 at 10:12:01 PM EST

Thank you for posting this informative article. Those of us who know that bipolar is neither "all in your head" nor the end of the world need to explain it publicly when we get the chance. Your discussion of treatments is especially useful.

Only a few points I'd like to add, especially for young people who may be afraid they have one o these conditions but are more afraid to get treatment:

  • If you go see a psychiatrist, he cannot "commit" you on the spot, or call "men in white coats." These are ideas from the past. If you are actively attempting suicide right then, yes, someone can restrain you. But only in that case. Your college counseling center certainly can't do anything of the kind. And, you have a complete array of legal rights which remain in effect even if you should elect to get inpatient treatment.
  • One indication of the physical nature of bipolar illness is its effect on other body systems. It is correlated with digestive disorders, for instance.
  • In the 1950s, Vivien Leigh, a manic-depressive, starred in Shakespeare plays in major theaters throughout the United States. She toured by train and brought along her own psychiatrist. Since lithium and antidepressants weren't available in the US, her doctor provided ECT (electro-shock) daily to prevent her falling into a manic or depressed state. So much for it causing memory loss when done right.


Repent! (3.00 / 1) (#156)
by flo on Sat Apr 12, 2003 at 01:22:04 AM EST

For the End Of The World (tm) is at hand!

Seriously, though, I raise my hat to Michael Crawford for the courage to write this very important and interesting article. I look forward to reading parts II and III!
---------
"Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
All is not as it seems (5.00 / 6) (#157)
by headhound on Sat Apr 12, 2003 at 01:28:22 AM EST

I was diagnosed bipolar in college. I followed a similar path as the author; I was first diagnosed depressive, was prescribed an anti-depressant (Prozac) had what felt like a psychotic episode, went off Prozac, and eventually went on lithium, and later, depakote.

I've also been cured. Yes, I know that right upon reading that sentence, it's right where many readers would roll their eyes and believe my borrowed credibility has just flown right out the window. That's what I'm up against, and I know it's just about impossible for me to talk about this without dealing with a hastily erected wall of skepticism. The fact is though that I went off my meds after some important realizations, and I've been off them for over six years, and haven't suffered from bipolar disorder since.

Let me detail my basic thesis. That real mental illness might exist. That real mental illness sufferers are probably really out there. And that there are others that might not be afflicted with true mental illness, but honestly do not know how to cope and need the symptoms of medication to help them through a stage. But, that there are also many, many, many others who are victims of a massive misunderstanding about the meaning of mental illness, its causes, its treatments, and its ramifications.

=========

College was going well for me until I had a uniquely traumatic experience with a girlfriend that led to me feel like I had to turn against myself in order to save myself. I transferred colleges to make a clean break and start over. I changed majors, coached myself into enjoying the fresh start, and performed well for a few months. Soon, the sleeping problems started and I started missing classes. I gradually felt more out of control of my faculties, and it started scare me as I couldn't control my self-discipline and willpower. Sleeping through alarms, etc.

I started seeing a talk therapist in the spring, struggled through the semester, and was prescribed my first anti-depressant, which made me have difficulty telling the difference between sleep and wakefulness. I had a week of very vivid dreams that were more psychologically violent than anything I've been able to think up since. I went off the meds almost immediately.

For the next year I struggled with this undiagnosed illness. I would have periods of high creativity, often resulting in creative writing and writing software for group creativity. I would have periods of silence where I would avoid people and sleep throughout the day. And worst, I would have periods of feeling attacked by impulses to do things like throw myself into busy traffic.

People often had the wrong idea of what suicidal tendencies really meant. I would make the distinction: that it wasn't that I wanted to kill myself; it was that something was trying to force me to kill myself and that I was battling with everything I had to keep it from winning.

I went on lithium later and started to have some relief. I was told to be "mindful" and "aware" of possible bipolar symptoms as they came up. The real causes for concerns would be any unexplained outbursts. There was much talk about how the medication didn't really make me less me, it just smoothed things out. Clipped the highs and the lows, made everything a lot more even keel.

Years passed, with me continually experiencing many symptoms that were thankfully limited by the lithium. I graduated from college after many dropped classes and "time out" semesters, and got a real job in software. My sleeping schedule wasn't compatible. I began to believe that life could still be better. I was cautioned by my doctors that if I was considering going off my meds, that that was a huge red flag and that we might need to increase therapy. One mentioned that if he thought I might be going off the meds against his recommendation, he might have to think about sending me in.

By now I was conversant in all the lingo - my doctors vacillated between proclaiming me Type I or Type II. I was often hypomanic, I was a fast cycler (approaching a monthly schedule), and my mania was (unfortunately) dysphoric rather than euphoric, meaning I often felt attacked and paranoid rather than happy when manic. I was on my second job when we decided we'd try Depakote instead. My symptoms relieved further and I did well on Depakote, although I was still left with a sense that there could be more to my life.

========

At one point, I ended up back in touch with my ex-girlfriend from college. The breakup had been traumatic because it had involved her parents attacking me out of the incorrect and irrational belief that I was hurting their daughter.

We emailed, then talked for a few weeks before she flew out to see me. She was concerned about my mental illness history that she had not known about. She pushed me on a lot of points, especially on the points about how I had to be on the lookout for particular symptoms.

She was persistent. I started to feel attacked. How could she say that me freaking out might not be cause for concern? Maybe for a normal person it wouldn't, but I was bipolar. If it happened to me, I'd go over the edge and end up in the hospital. It was for her own protection.

She still kept at it. I got really anxious and aggravated and told her she had better stop. She wouldn't.

Finally, I lost it. I was in my apartment at the time. I roared and slammed my hands into the inside wall of my apartment and screamed at her, "Is this what you want from me?" I know my eyes must have looked crazy. I imagined myself frothing as I screamed some more. I had been reduced to that, and I hated myself, and then I collapsed, sobbing.

She pulled me towards her and held me as I cried for hours.

I had spent so much time trying to convince her parents and her that I had loving intent, and they wouldn't believe it, and they painted a picture of me as being a monster, and maybe I believed it on some level. I had spent the years since then being so angry, so angry, and not letting myself be angry, because it would have proved them right. It was the opposite of being loving, and I couldn't let that happen.

The one thing that had been keeping me alive during my most suicidal moments, my own survival mechanism, was a belief, and almost messianic belief, that I could help people, and that I was loving. That to off myself would be a disservice to others. (This is often listed as a symptom of bipolar disorder.) If I had let myself truly submit 100% to that rage, I believed I would have been letting go of that last bit of protection that kept me from dying.

And here I was being told by someone that to express something so dangerous wasn't actually dangerous at all, it wasn't outside of love, that it was actually essential to being human. This was totally that opposite from advice from all my doctors, who all told me that if unexplained outbursts happened, it meant I was taking a turn for the worse.

While sobbing, I realized I hadn't cried like that for years. Sure, I had wept, especially the kind with hot tears from when I was anxious and frustrated and feeling attacked. But I had never completely dissolved like that before.

It wasn't until I was done that all the understandings flooded in, that all these parts of me, inside myself, weren't "the illness". They were parts of me that desperately needed physical expression, in an environment where they wouldn't be judged against, and where there wasn't danger of hurting myself or another person.

I started working with them on my own time. It definitely wasn't something that felt appropriate in a psychologist's office, with the chairs across the room, or the sofa while the doctor sits there with their notepad. Those offices, in my experience, were where you *talked* about your feelings, not felt them.

I knew enough not to quit the meds cold turkey. I knew that your body adjusts and that quitting cold turkey can lead to greater trauma. I cut back to 3/4 dose for a month, then 1/2, then 1/4. Within six months, and after a lot of emotional work, I was off.

I had been given the standard fear tactics that if I went off, I could relapse and experience symptoms worse than before, experience permanent damage. I switched psychiatrists twice to try and find someone that would actually be willing to work *with* me as I weaned myself off the meds, and was not able to find one. This is something I am still angry about. (I have since heard that it is becoming more accepted in psychiatric circles that disorders such as biploar can very much be temporary.) I also had told various doctors at normal appointments that I had been bipolar and was off the meds now, and was always given one of two responses: that I was in danger of relapsing, or that I must have been misdiagnosed in the first place.

=========

So let's review my thesis. It's not that all sufferers would experience relief or cure if they found more tolerance for their emotions. But I suspect many of them would. I am not in danger of relapsing; I can say that for a certainty because I look back at my experience with bipolar and I feel I have an emotion-based understanding of the suffering I was experiencing. I had been conditioned so thoroughly that I had to watch and control and understand my emotions that I had been squelching and controlling them to the point that they were fermenting. The pain I was experiencing wasn't from the emotions themselves; it was from the judgments I had against them. The emotions I needed to accept and express had been redefined to me as symptoms to avoid.

So perhaps I was misdiagnosed. But this is my point. If that happened, the reason I was misdiagnosed is because I didn't understand the difference between real human emotional experience, and symptoms of real mental illness. The reason is also because my doctors and therapists weren't open to this distinction either. They just took some tests, measured physical levels, skipped over the fact that emotion itself can actually alter body chemistry, and prescribed me medications.

Now think about all the doctors offices across the land, the university therapists, the speed at which prescriptions are handed out. If I was misdiagnosed, how many others are being misdiagnosed as well? How many other doctors are skipping past making the distinction between real illness and valid emotional experience? How many other sufferers are being asked to deny their basic human emotional experience in favor of a checklist that asks us to always understand our feelings ahead of time? How many of us have bought into a belief that talking about our feelings is a valid substitution for actually physically expressing them? How many of us fear that if we need to spontaneously burst out crying, or scream at the sky, or shake in fear, that it means we are *sick*?

There's a long way to go before we understand what is mental illness and what isn't. I trust the author knows his body and his soul, but I worry about the many of us who find the depression checklists in weekly magazines and score 7/10. Throw them out. Be understanding of your friends that are suffering, only they know their depths. But make sure you are loving your own emotions before you pop a pill.



depression (4.00 / 1) (#161)
by blisspix on Sat Apr 12, 2003 at 02:33:40 AM EST

Excellent article, thank you for sharing with all of us.

You said this -

to be unable to distinguish memories of dreams from memories of things that really happened.

That happened to me a fair bit during a couple of years where I was very depressed and for a little while afterwards. The main example I can think of is that I could have sworn that my partner and I went to a certain amusement park, but we never had.

Then again, when I was younger I was always having deja vu moments and episodes of psychic ability so perhaps it was all connected somehow.

Just an attempt to help people understand (5.00 / 1) (#169)
by Aphelion on Sat Apr 12, 2003 at 11:19:26 AM EST

I dont understand some of the attacking statements here. This isn't a poor poor pity me thing.

I have a number of mental illnesses, of which bipolar is one. Now to those of you who think this is just an excuse, and that bipolar doesnt exist, and I'm trying to make everyone in the world responsible but me.... I say, I really do hate the diagnosis and I didnt accept the fact untill very recently. I've done a very good job of ignoring some real biggies like...

My pupils have randomly dialated in the past to the point where you cant see my eye color and they become barely reactive to light... and suddenly I dont sleep for more than a week or two and this is all WITHOUT the aid of drugs.

If it goes on much longer than that I break and seriously lose all sanity. At least at two weeks if things start to slow down I know it wont be all that bad and then I can rest, and deal with the lows without dying. Anything much more than that and I'm going to be spending months in and out of the psych ward.

If that isnt enough: I dont want to be pitied, I dont look for attention, I try my best not to slack off. I'm antisocial the majority of the time, yes... But I'm working towards goals and next semester i'm going to be going to college taking japanese and various other happy fun fun courses.

I often dont dare even mention things like this to people that arent in my very close group of friends, or people who dont already know. I'm 19. I've been in various forms of treatment for 10 or 11 years. Currently I am in a weird in-between phase where I'm unhappy and always tired but I can never sleep restfully. It's not quite manic-ish, but give it some time.

The switches are extreme and random... and I do my best to ignore them. so...

Am I bitching about my illness? no. It just pisses me off how little people can understand. Even to the point of attacking someone because of their weaknesses just because they dont quite 'get it'. Some assholes need to realise their assumptions about the world arent all and always true.



-Aphelion- (someone who understands there are whiny bitches in the world but doesnt immediately label everyone one of them)

pre-diagnose me. (5.00 / 1) (#173)
by relief on Sat Apr 12, 2003 at 02:37:48 PM EST

I just wrote a long post simply "spilling myself", and was quit relieved when I finished writing it, but then I lost it when I clicked a wrong button. So... since I don't feel like rewriting every word, let me sum it up. I would very much like for MichaelCrawford or anyone knowledgeable in this subject, to advise me about going to see a shrink.

I had a pretty troubled childhood. My mother tried to school me when she saw potential in me, but I was to damn lazy to do what she told me to do, and I thought I was smart enough to make my own choices.

Childhood: I moved around a lot because of my father's work. Every three years or so, I switch countries from the US to Korea. I have much fun during middle school. Fondest memory would be harassing a security officer with fireworks and BB's until he gets so mad that he chases us on a motorcycle. We run away on bikes. Good times =)

Highschool: I climbed up the academic math/science ladder as I won competitions and became state champion, national finalist, etc especially in math. I was rather popular, was president of several clubs, taught math etc.

College: I got accepted by a prestigious university. Major in computer science. My sleeping patter dissolved and I would frequently sleep 15 hours or none at all for three days at a time. I didn't go to a fifth of my classes, but still managed to get A's/B's until my third semester. Math, I could get A's without studying at all, even previously. I thought this was an indication that I could do anything, even prove more elegantly the 4 color theorem, which I am still working on today.

First semester: I socialize with friends, but towards the end I work on mostly independent projects, and videogames and watching movies during my free time. I find that I am eating alone, and start to recognize my social problems. Like... not wanting to socialize. I am recovering from a previous relationship which ended in bad terms because of my conservative parents.

Second semester: moderate drinking and marijuana use. I spend even more time doing nothing productive, have some messianic views, which fuels my study. Note, I'm damn sure I'm not thinking up logically flawed cranky stuff like the guy and his 4-sided-time-continuum or whatever. Except maybe when I use marijuana to concentrate, sometimes I get off track and think too meta. I realize this later and quit smoking. I realize that I am eating alone, and try to improve my social skills, which doesn't work because I have no idea how to. I have a lot of trouble in one of my project courses, as I subconsciously fight 1) the delusion that I am so smart, that I can finish my two months worth final project in a matter of couple of days 2) the fact that the project is so immense in proportion (it was a choose-your-own-project thing, related to linguistics and AI) that I would never complete the project the way I wish. In the end I turned in a half done semi-functional "thing" one month after the final project was due. My friend helps me realize that I have anxiety problems. I'm not sure about this though, I seek no help.

Third semester: I room with an interesting roommate. Most of my socialization on our hall is done through him, because I don't feel like putting the effort to talk to people. Except for that, much like second semester.

Forth semester, now. I am 19 years old: I'm getting sick of everything, including my major, my roommate, socializing (I want to, but then again I don't know how. Actually I do know how, I'm just too lazy... I don't know, its hard to explain why I don't socialize anymore), the damn independent studies that aren't going anywhere... I distract myself by going weightlifting or practicing music. I find that I had been crying, more like wailing, every the past two weeks.  My roommate doesn't talk to me anymore, and I think he has some mental problems as well. I am depressed and continue to contemplate suicide, which I had been contemplating since middle school. I met a friend who I had known since a year ago, who said "you look depressed, but then again you've always looked that way. Maybe that's just the way you are". I quit all substances that alter my consciousness, like alcohol and marijuana, because I think it just exacerbates the problem. Last week when I was inebriated I made a bold move on a girl in front of her boyfriend. I don't know what to think about this.

I don't know whether I have a mental condition or not. I associate with most of what was described in the post above, like sometimes feeling nothing, etc. Possibly due to the nature of what I like doing, related to intelligence and consciousness, I feel that I am also developing mild schizophrenia, although I have never hallucinated while sober (or at least I don't think. I image many things, and it takes me a while to realize that my imagination has gone too far... I think this is different, although I fear this may lead to hallucinations.)

I think what I want to say is that I think have several mild cases of mental disorder that may or may not grow larger in the future. I certainly have depression, that probably stems from social problems (or vice versa).

well.. I didn't get to say everything, but there's the gist of it.

Perhaps I'm suffering from a kind of obsession, related to my parent's expectations and messianic visions, where I can only derive happiness by proving my intelligence. This wouldn't be a problem if I choose as my target problems, problems that definitely have a solution... oh well.

----------------------------
If you're afraid of eating chicken wings with my dick cheese as a condiment, you're a wuss.

Great. (5.00 / 1) (#178)
by n0mj121 on Sat Apr 12, 2003 at 05:57:58 PM EST

Brilliant, brilliant article. I look forward to the next two. Incidentally - why is it that so many people seem to think that depression is the fault of the person who is depressed? Having too low serotonin levels is what makes it happen. It's not 'bad lifestyle choices' or some other stupid statement. Your consciousness *is* your brain. If your brain is broken, so is the rest of you. Would you blame the fact that a PC with a few IDE cables missing doesn't work right on the user?

on "normal" vs "abnormal" (5.00 / 2) (#180)
by ryochiji on Sat Apr 12, 2003 at 06:52:22 PM EST

I think it's not really the case that one third of the people are mentally ill (and hence "abnormal"), but it's more of a case of the standard definition of "normal" being too strict that it fails to acknowledge natural diversity.  From what I know, it's extremely difficult to draw a line and say who is mentally ill and who isn't.  The vast majority of the population show at least some symptoms of mental illness at various moments in their lives, and are affected by them to varying degrees.  While the same set of symptoms may be devastating to some, it may affect others less.  It's also difficult to say exactly how much of an effect a person's characteristics need to have on his or her life for it to qualify as a mental illness.

I come from a family with a history of some mental illnesses, and have certain traits that often negatively impact my life.  The same traits also help me achieve things that many others can't, and at the end, things usually turn out for the better than worse.  However, if I were to go see several psychiatrists, I'm fairly certain that at least some of them would diagnose me with an illness or another, and many others probably would declare me "normal".  In some ways, both groups would be inaccurate in their diagnoses.  I am neither "normal" nor "sick".

Some people claim that mental illnesses (or at least some of them) aren't real.  What I propose is this: normality isn't real.  Some people have problems and need help.  Others have problems but don't need help.  Some don't have problems but need help anyway.  I think once people begin to acknowledge that normality is a myth, many of the social frictions and social injustices (including views towards the mentally "ill") would change for the better.

---
IlohaMail: Webmail that works.

Can anyone suggest polls for the upcoming parts? (4.00 / 1) (#184)
by MichaelCrawford on Sat Apr 12, 2003 at 08:00:23 PM EST

I hadn't put a lot of thought into what to have for a poll when I wrote the article, and then I only decided to split it into three parts at the last minute.

Can anyone suggest any new polls that I could use for parts II and III?

Also, it's interesting to note that the result of the current poll is quite different from the incidence of mental illness among the general population. Of course it's not a scientific survey - the results only represent those who felt motivated to answer at all, and some people may not have answered accurately.

In Touched with Fire Kay Redfield Jamison reports on a study of writers who had attended a professional writer's workshop. It was found that within a few years of attending the workshop, the number of writers who had committed suicide was far out of proportion from the numbers expected to commit suicide from the general population.

Jamison also did a study herself of successful British playwrights and found that they had a much higher incidence of affective disorders than the general population.

I'll be submitting Part II to the edit queue once Part I passes off the front page.


--

Live your fucking life. Sue someone on the Internet. Write a fucking music player. Like the great man Michael David Crawford has shown us all: Hard work, a strong will to stalk, and a few fries short of a happy meal goes a long way. -- bride of spidy


I fixed the MP3s, please try downloading again (4.00 / 1) (#197)
by MichaelCrawford on Sun Apr 13, 2003 at 06:53:54 AM EST

A number of people wrote to me to say my MP3s wouldn't play. At first I thought it was because I used variable bit rate encoding, but I decided to try downloading one of my MP3s to see which players it would play in. It turned out not to play in any of the four that I tried.

I think the file must have gotten corrupted when I uploaded it - the MP3s I had burned into a backup CD played fine. It's embarrassing, I've had them on my website for over three years and no one ever said anything.

So I decided to reencode the files and post fresh copies. If you'd like to listen to my piano compositions, please get them from:

But before you do, empty your browser cache. I found that Mozilla would fetch the corrupted files from its cache rather than downloading the new file. Other browsers might do the same.

Sorry if you wasted a lot of time downloading my corrupted files.

I have tested the new files in WinAmp and Windows Media Player on Windows 2000, iTunes on Mac OS X, and MediaPlayer on BeOS 5 Pro.

I tested my upload by actually downloading one of the files that I just uploaded and playing it in WinAmp.


--

Live your fucking life. Sue someone on the Internet. Write a fucking music player. Like the great man Michael David Crawford has shown us all: Hard work, a strong will to stalk, and a few fries short of a happy meal goes a long way. -- bride of spidy


the day i broke up with zoloft (5.00 / 6) (#200)
by airsteps on Sun Apr 13, 2003 at 09:56:57 AM EST

the waves of nausea having finally passed, i felt a tremendous heaviness and slowness set in, and to the extent that i could still feel, i was aware that my ability to experience emotion itself was slipping away into a viscous darkness. my prescription, dutifully filled by a campus physician, now revealed itself to be a kind of epoxy of the soul that after an initial agitation, gradually hardened, and i realized that no, i had never been depressed before... not until now.

eons had seemingly passed, as i sat on the toilet. i intellectually knew that my task was finished; i could get up, flush the toilet, and get on with my life; but the challenge of this seemingly simple sequence of actions taunted me. the toilet was a meaningless receptacle for the refuse of physicality and i knew if i tried hard enough i could muster the will to lift my body and deploy the flushing mechanism.

yet even these trivial choices became monstrous epistemological quagmires, and i could not bear to think about the huge choices i would confront after the toilet was flushed, such as how i would spend the rest of my day.

nothing happened. the thought had moved through me but it was only a thought. i remained on the toilet. then something kicked in, perhaps a kind of psychic immune system. i was going to be disobediant and change the locks on my blood-brain barrier. this relationship was not working.

for days i wallowed in a psychopharmacological tar pit. my apartment had high ceilings, and i had stashed a hang glider in the corner. folded up into its tube, it towered above my living room, reminding me of so many adventures, dreams of flight since i was a child, and a deeply troubling accident in my early days as a novice that nearly cost me my life. as the fog in my mind cleared, it became easier to imagine that i could really get that tube onto my car and begin driving to the coast where a bunch of mountains and cliffs would provide excellent launching opportunities. looking back on that day, it was my first feeling of actually wanting or desiring something since I broke up with zoloft.

my high beams lit the mountain road weaving through the temperate rain forest. i parked on a logging road and slept. the next morning i could still feel the remnants of heaviness and slowness, but the crisp coldness of the spring morning air encouraged me to put something warm and filling into my body.

i drove up the logging road and reached the summit of the mountain. others were here and the weather looked good for flying. a smooth wind rose up from the valley, and many birds were already enjoying the excellent soaring conditions. i parked my vehicle and proceeded to set up my glider. it did not escape me that i was still somewhat under the influence of zoloft. it is critically important, when setting up a hang glider, not to make stupid mistakes. it also goes without saying that aviation and depressants do not mix. but intriguingly enough, standing on top of the mountain and beginning my pre-launch ritual had quickened my consciousness. under normal circumstances, such preparations instilled a sense of anxiousness and nervousness, but today those feelings were replaced by a calm sense of expectation and excitement. the wind was smooth and strong, and was of sufficient velocity that i would likely soar, perhaps even reach cloudbase. my good-natured, always-laughing mexican friend Diego, helped to hold me down to earth until that exact moment when i was ready to fly.

my launch was effortless. a few steps into the wind and i was airborne. i looked back at the mountain and saw that i was climbing. i hugged the contour of the mountain. the wind was moist and electric under an overcast sky, i could see the glint of the pacific in the distance. the entire atmosphere was lifting, as a cold front wedged itself into the region. suddenly there were clouds forming below me, and i aimed my wing out towards the middle of the valley to escape the strong updrafts.

there was something remarkable about this flight, even apart from the obviously engaging narrative. i was not nervous or pensive, as i had often been since my accident. i felt perfectly in tune with my glider, as if it had become an extension of my own body. a cold front was moving in, a storm was forming, and i was playing in the atmosphere, thousands of feet above the valley. after a couple of hours, i decided to land. it took a lot of coaxing for my glider to descend. there was lift everywhere, and even after putting the glider into a spiral dive, i was losing altitude very slowly. about 800 feet above the landing field i hit strong turbulence. again, I felt no fear, and instead played with the turbulence, even trying to surf it. i planned my landing approach well, and soon had touched down in a muddy cow pasture, to the cheers of Diego. i later found out that more experienced flyers than me had been intimidated by the turbulence over this landing field and had opted to land in more distant pastures.

looking back on this adventure i have tried to understand why it was that coming off of zoloft had made me so relaxed and focused in the air while turning me into a wreck of inertia at home. since my brief fling with antidepressants, i have been med-free for years now, but i am still haunted by the power of these drugs. to this day i have not experienced a more debilitating series of emotional swings than i did under their influence.

since then i have thought a great deal about my condition, whether it is a mental illness, or simply a natural reaction to the society that we live in. i am an information worker, and like many others in my field, i am chained to a computer for hours per day, writing code to stimulate and lubricate the global economy. hundreds of years ago my ancestors lived in mountain tribes, fought off invaders, struggled to live against drought and disease, stalked game and worked the land, and then celebrated in raucous passion with every beat of their hearts the life and love and adventure that every new day of survival brought.

one day i came upon some african drummers and dancers and i tried to join them. the beating of their drums was hypnotic and overpowering and the way that other dancers bodies were moving all around me somehow activated a part of my mind that had been latent until that day. in the weeks that followed i felt myself increasingly drawn to african rhythms, especially jazz dancing, swing, and lindy hop. gradually i became a devotee, then a True Believer of swing.

i'm not talking boring church-basement stuff, this is real swing, spinning girls around so fast that their sheer rotational inertia causes anomalies in the atmospheric coriolis effect or asking a girl dressed to the nines to dance the lindy hop who you've never met before, improvising the whole way through Oo Poppa Do by Lavay Smith and her Red Hot Skillet Lickers, playing with her in ever so subtle nuances of body language, or careening around each other in the orbital velocity of the "swing out", all the while feeling the rhythm of the music in every cell of your being, becoming the music, in a sense letting your body become a kind of musical instrument of motion and improvisation with your partner. swing dancing is real, and it reaches the pinnacle of its passion and expression at various international get-togethers around the world including Herrang, Sweden and Catalina Island, California.

i bring up hang gliding and swing dancing because, for me, they were life's alternative to a society that wants to fix our brains the same way we debug our software. hang gliding gave me physical risk and adventure, swing dancing forced me to take social risks, to reject the propaganda of alienation that had been carefully inculcated into me by my politically correct college campus environment, and to feel without guilt the passion, lust, and sheer exuberance that the great 20th century pioneers of Jazz must of have felt as they made music while attractive members of the opposite sex swooned before them.

10 years later i am happily married, have a family and a wonderful son, and for the most part have been able to live a rich life despite an earlier bipolar diagnosis. while i know that i am always vulnerable to depression, the combination of being around kids, flying, dancing, hiking in the local mountains, getting lots of exercise, and eating large quantities of tofu and flax seed oil has given me a solid foundation on which to live my life. in today's world that dishes out endless surrogates for life's vital experiences, my experience has taught me that one must be sure to exhaust the possibilities of life before seeking out a psychopharmacological fix.
sig

Where can one seek help? (5.00 / 2) (#205)
by CyberQuog on Sun Apr 13, 2003 at 01:01:20 PM EST

Where can somebody without any real medical coverage seek help or diagnosis with these sorts of mental conditions?
-...-
Fascinating reading (4.00 / 1) (#208)
by d s oliver h on Sun Apr 13, 2003 at 05:20:06 PM EST

I can't wait for the next instalment. I had an acute psychotic episode once, it was one of the most wonderful and enjoyable things I've ever experienced. OK I couldn't have stayed that way because I couldn't have held down a job and I was completely out of touch with reality, but it was tremendous fun. Wasn't it fun to be manic?

where am i? (5.00 / 2) (#214)
by HisPublicRecord on Sun Apr 13, 2003 at 11:46:22 PM EST

Its been about 10 months now. Before my brain was paralyzed by lamictal, seroquel and zoloft. A smooth cocktail of pschiatric drugs that made my brain numb.

So I stopped. no more meds. Now my brain is free. And that gives me what? Two unfinished software projects that could have revolutionized the world. New toys, spent lots of money on laptops, cellphones, handheld devices.. switched jobs. Went from having a long term consulting deal to having a short term contract for less money just because I was bored. I've been kind of daring. Driving really fast, flying unprotected. Just because I can. I know what state my mind is in but I kind of like it.... In general no meds seens ok for now.

Am I happier? Because thats what I really comes down through in the end for me. What my brain is doing is no concern of your if it does not effect you. Thats what I say when the docs questioned my sanity. But am I happier? I really dont know. I have been through cycles like this so many times. I am not depressed, I am quite happy with my life, more out going than in the past, a new woman who understands. Will I become depressed again? Probably. But I'd like to think I'm getting better at getting my self out of it now. But unfortunately or fortunately depending on when you ask me I've been self medicating, a little bit of pot on occasion to level the mood. Sometimes it might get out of hand but usually I go for weeks with out.

The thing is with all of this I still really can't say what is better, the problem is that I can't remember what life was like before when I was on the medication. Did I act differently toward people? My life certainly wasn't as good as it is now, right? Confidences is at an all time high, right? I cant really tell everything was different then.

Sometimes I think the problem is that I simply over analyze my own brain and if I just stopped doing that everything will be ok... but maybe the doctors were right.

What If, back then.. no one ever told me what mental illness was, would I be mentally ill? The hospital stay that began all of this was only three days. Was that enough observation? Surely they must have been wrong about me. Unfortunately there is the inability to focus lately thats making an appearence,.. They could have been right.. But I remember the meds made me stupid, ability to think of new things was gone, monotous working conditions were tolerated.

And then there is how I feel right now. Just feel like no matter what I do I really cant win the battle for sanity and I should let insanity take it's course. I honestly feel that it has been getting worse over the years and I just can't win no matter what I do. I just ride the waves. From the days where I am cheerful and my thoughts just flow from my brain and everything is perfect. To the days where I loathe everything, nothing goes right, I just can't focus, get paranoid and have much internal chatter. To the many variations in between. I hold on through all of them because I currently accept this as my fate and I'm confident in my ability to navigate the terrain of my own mind.



Great Article (5.00 / 4) (#215)
by richarj on Mon Apr 14, 2003 at 02:24:05 AM EST

I have Social phobia so i don't post a lot. I only registered today but I have been reading for months. This is the first article I have had the courage to post to. I wish I could write an article like that on my disease but it makes it so it is very hard.

I want to make some comments here about some of the other comments.

That people think it is cool to be diagnosed with aspergers etc: I don't know if they really are doing this but if they did what does it say about their self esteem that they need to look more cool. P.S. I'll sell my mental illness if anyone wants it, I'd probably even give you money to take it off my hands, I'd almost kill to get rid of it.

Drugs are evil: These normally come from people who sound like they never needed drugs in the first place. They don't know what the difference between major and minor depression is. I'm only alive today because I made a mistake in choosing my method of death. If you are thinking and planning about killing yourself continually then you really need help and therapy. Maybe the drugs are evil people should explain their story to all the families and friends of suicide victims because I'm sure they will understand.

Mental illness is all in your head: The same with suicide here. If someone thinks they have a disease they don't have then they are mentally ill and actually have hypochondria. I've never met a hyperchondiac though. People who think it is all in your head are afraid of the real world, they cannot comprehend the fact that people live lives that are not really worthwhile, that some people have to live with drugs, that some people will spend the rest of their lives staring at a wall, that some people need a machine to live. Reality is a bit much for them because those people actually exist and maybe they should go down to a mental health hospital and see what it is really like.

Having said that I believe that if you don't treat a disease then it can get worse. I take paroxetine every day and probably will for the rest of my life. I have been ill since early childhood and can hardly work, I also have trouble studying because of it. I have undertaken talk therapy for over 3 years and have done over 6 months of CBT both of which really helped. Once I was almost housebound but now I can get out and do things even if it means I will be physically ill every couple of days.

"if you are uncool, don't worry, K5 is still the place for you!" -- rusty

Part II tonight I think (3.00 / 1) (#219)
by MichaelCrawford on Mon Apr 14, 2003 at 09:05:17 AM EST

I'm thinking of submitting part II sometime this evening (in the eastern United States).

I had thought I should wait until part I expired from the front page because I felt that if part II got front page also, it would be impolite to hog the limited space on the front page with my articles. But there just haven't been that many new stories submitted lately, and a number of the ones that have been have failed in moderation or else not gotten front page. Rumsfield's poetry has been at the top of the front page for two or three days.

So I'm probably going to go ahead and submit part II after I get some programming work for my client finished up.

You can help out by keeping an eye on the moderation page and voting for part II when it finally appears.

I look forward to the discussion that I hope will ensue when part II appears.


--

Live your fucking life. Sue someone on the Internet. Write a fucking music player. Like the great man Michael David Crawford has shown us all: Hard work, a strong will to stalk, and a few fries short of a happy meal goes a long way. -- bride of spidy


Have you tried meditation? (4.00 / 2) (#224)
by SimonTzu on Mon Apr 14, 2003 at 12:46:51 PM EST

Have you or any other schizoaffectives you know tried meditation or any other forms of spiritual practise? Specifically active meditations or active practises?[1] I mean seriously for at least a year? What was the outcome?

I lived in a meditation center for some time and I know a lot of people suffering from mental illness who were seriously helped by meditation practise. In fact one of the organisers of the center would prescribe dynamic meditation as a cure for depression and we would see excellent results after just one week.

In many societies mental illness especially schizophrenia and mania were seen as a sign of being touched by God and those affected by it were given religious or shamanic training. This training was seen as necessary for helping them channel their natural gifts which if not used would wreak havok in their lives. Check out Mircea Eliade's book on Shamanism for more about this.

I know that modern medicine is not yet totally amenable to this view but there are a lot of people not very far out the mainstream who are beginning to pay attention to it. James H. Austin's book "Zen and the Brain" is a very interesting look at the effect meditation has on neurochemistry.

I'd be interested in hearing of any studies into this as I have only anecdotal evidence but it is pretty strong


Simon
[1] I suspect moving straight into sitting meditation might initially exacerbate the problems.
--
Simon Tzu
Storyteller
www.deeptalent.com
Judge (5.00 / 1) (#226)
by limekiller on Mon Apr 14, 2003 at 01:10:24 PM EST

MichaelCrawford writes:
"It is common to spend money irresponsibly, make bold sexual advances or to have affairs, quit one's job or get fired, or drive cars recklessly."

You say that like it's a bad thing.

Regards,
Jason

I just submitted part II (4.00 / 1) (#234)
by MichaelCrawford on Mon Apr 14, 2003 at 03:55:49 PM EST

Living with Schizoaffective Disorder (Part II) is in the edit queue as I write this. I could use your feedback, and your votes when it moves to moderation.

Right now the above link will only work if you're a logged in K5 member. If my article is approved by the moderators, then it will work for everyone.


--

Live your fucking life. Sue someone on the Internet. Write a fucking music player. Like the great man Michael David Crawford has shown us all: Hard work, a strong will to stalk, and a few fries short of a happy meal goes a long way. -- bride of spidy


Be strictly scientific and logical. (3.50 / 2) (#257)
by Futurepower on Fri Apr 18, 2003 at 03:59:32 AM EST

Much of your understanding of your condition is flawed because it is illogical.

Often health care professionals use labels because it allows them to make more money. Mostly those labels have very little usefulness in helping you get well. Remember, health care professionals have a conflict of interest. They make more money and are more important if you and others stay sick. Most, of course, have very little awareness of being affected by their conflict of interest.

Living with Schizoaffective Disorder (Part I) | 258 comments (219 topical, 39 editorial, 0 hidden)
Display: Sort:

kuro5hin.org

[XML]
All trademarks and copyrights on this page are owned by their respective companies. The Rest © 2000 - Present Kuro5hin.org Inc.
See our legalese page for copyright policies. Please also read our Privacy Policy.
Kuro5hin.org is powered by Free Software, including Apache, Perl, and Linux, The Scoop Engine that runs this site is freely available, under the terms of the GPL.
Need some help? Email help@kuro5hin.org.
My heart's the long stairs.

Powered by Scoop create account | help/FAQ | mission | links | search | IRC | YOU choose the stories!