I have read some of my old posts. It’s amazing how many commas I find necessary to place in my sentences. My apologies to the punctuation police. As far as my sentence structure, made up words, dashes, and periods—all are intentional. It’s just my style.
Anyway, I was talking to my daughter the other day about what she is currently studying in college. She recently spent a week doing what is called clinical instructions for the registered nursing program. Last week was spent at the state hospital. Yes, the loony bin.
She had a desire to become a hospice nurse, but is now considering psychiatric nursing. Her classmates didn’t like this part of the nursing program—she did. Our discussion included the approach to talking with people suffering different forms of mental illness.
Words came from my mouth that I actually heard.
I told her that the patients seriously don’t want to be there. A lot of what they need is compassion, empathy, and validation.
Mental illness is a real malady and nothing to be ashamed of. The approach to manage it differs from other forms of illnesses, that’s all.
It’s not created in our minds to seek attention. Perhaps there are some disorders which manifest themselves with attention grabbing actions, but the actions aren’t performed in order to manipulate. (I apologize Little Missy, but here is where I disagree with your instructors or the opinions of the psychiatric nurses you have talked to. It’s one of those take a walk in my shoes type of thing)
In my own experience, mental illness is accompanied by a lot of shame and self-hate. Unless it is a form of mental illness which totally engulfs the mind, there is a tiny flicker of knowledge that what we are experiencing isn’t normal or logical. So much pain and despair has taken our minds hostage that some of us look for any way to release the pain.
What do I know, I don’t study every type of mental illness and I’m not a professional.
…..off to another topic that is somewhat related…
My work space in the midst of depression. If I only knew how much worse I would become….
A lull and an attempt at organization. I did manage to paint the room and replace the carpet. My theory was that if I took everything out of the room and only returned what was necessary, I would be organized. Oh how wrong I was.
I have actually had it this way for over a week now. Yes, I’m still using the room but I’m a wee bit more on top of things.
I continue to have areas of massive disorganization that I have to work on—I must get off the computer and do them.