SehnsuchtSenior Contributor
Marginalisation, it becomes more evident the more I participate in society.
I have gotten to a point in my life where I am increasingly aware that hurdles just get higher rather than lower.
Despite having had just the one acute episode of psychosis, society is constructed to inform me it is me that must keep on keeping on, from start to finish.
Right from the start, the questions, "do you think you have this or that?", began. In no other realm of illness does a dr direct you to google and conclude your own diagnosis. Yet, when it comes to mental illness, this is precisely what they want.
It's no wonder that from there on in, my life has been one indirect blow of victim blaming after another. Like, it's not enough that schizoaffective disorder itself limited me and my quality of life greatly, for a time. The irony is that the more I grow to manage it, the more I am silenced, and the more that society limits, even oppresses, me. The more I participate and contribute, the more society denies me.
And I mean, literally, denies me. Do I ever tell an employer, or many of my current friends and family, that I am schizoaffective?
How often have I sat and wondered, am I really schizoaffective, surely I am not ill enough, often enough, to maintain that I am schizoaffective? I often think, no, I'm not. Why?
Because society defines mental illness as specific, horrifying stories. As monsters, as all the horrible things that happen to someone with a mental illness, and worse, the things that happen to those that surround them.
Sure, I have had just the one acute episode. But you know what? That one acute episode took from me many things. My more recognisable health suffered for one.
But the thing that concerns me the most, is what it took from my place in society.
Because beyond that episode, this is my life:
I went back to school. No practical supports were put in place. Where I began failing, the response was that it 'was ok, it's ok if you're not ready'. The school did little other than that. Make it 'allowable', quite explicitly, that I fail. Go away, come back another day. So, I did.
I returned to do VCE at TAFE. I again found myself floundering. But these failings were no reflection of my comprehension of the topics. I had been awarded prizes for the knowledge I had fostered in many topics. In fact, this was the first defense I was given whenever I asked for help; 'you won't fail the exams, Sehnsucht, we all know you have a very extensive understanding of all these topics!'. Yet, my cognitive ability to order my thoughts into an exam format, something that prior to being ill had been simple (and thus frustrated and tormented me), was too reduced. I failed. And it was only at that point that the establishment offers 'special consideration', something that you must apply for, qualify that it is just.
And that is what I'm talking about. So much of many awareness campaigns, is us having to qualify how crazy we are, and do so by laying out on the table those humiliating and scary things that really are only relevant to your personal psychiatrist/psychologist. It's not enough to say, 'hey, mental illness means that within society I struggle with x,y,z'. No, we're supposed to increase awareness by telling the world I spent my youth starving myself under a belief that the entire world was tainted with pollution, and that tainted entities can't aspire to becoming a floating oneness with the world. They want to know what humiliating act I got arrested for, not how the legal system supported/failed to support me.
So, I abandoned school. Got qualified as a swim instructor, applied to Camp America. Disclosed medical history as asked of me. Chased down old psych's and dr's in order to get clearance forms for the work i was applying for. I got those clearances from those medical professionals. The camp hire company returned my deposit to me, apparently they are more qualified than a psychiatrist who personally treated my case, to determine my suitability for the job, based upon medical history.
So from there on in, my contribution to society in respect to productivity, has been reliant upon me denying my illness. I just no longer disclose it.
I'm tired of qualifying. But I'm tired of denying myself possible help. I'm tired of feeling society isn't inclusive of me. I'm tired of reading friends attack individuals we all know nothing about in news stories (can't we condemn* the acts, and not villify the person with attacks of 'hope they rot in jail/die/get what's coming to them').
I'm angry that education is something I really take an interest in, but that I am denied it. I instead work, denying a lot of me, that being schizoaffective disorder, from the moment I apply for that job.
Tired and angry and thank you for providing this space to free all that.
S x
*edited to fix a word that was entirely the opposite of the one I intended!