There are many acronyms and labels
for mental health nowadays, far more
than existed in my misbegotten youth,
when adults had few words for illness
of any sort, no words to describe the fear
of inviting a doctor the diagnose another
(weaker) family member to being fit
only for the nearest mental hospital,
a feared place, for the rest of their lives.
No words to describe either the fear
of the committed as they become unpersons
in strange surroundings, nor language
to describe the sorrow of the family member
who had to call the doctor, or later social services,
to have them intervene and take over.
The nearest there was to a describing word
was the word 'dibby' as a synonym for stupid,
which one teenage male would use describe another
who knew the word felt wrong, but were too weak
in themselves to say 'dibby' a word of abuse.
Nowadays we have more names to describe
variations in mental health than we know
what to do with. P.T.S.D, 'being bipolar',
A.D.H.D, dyslexia, dyscalcula, dyspraxia,
aphasia, dementia, Altzheimer's, 'the autism scale'
and words for many more conditions, besides.
Note; conditions, not illnesses. And nothing
for the individual to made to feel guilty for,
more something to be sensibly managed.
I can't feel bad over this improvement
but I feel ill at ease when the individual
behaves badly and blames their condition,
and that way justify being unneighbourly
whilst expecting to be better treated than the less needy.
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