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I just got back from my fourth visit to the APN. I told her the Lamictal seemed to be helping; I’ve been less depressed, my lows haven’t been as low, and my mood is more stable – even with the stress of adjusting to Fox’s new job and wedding planning crunch time and health issues, etc. She decided to increase my dose to 50mg daily and encouraged me to find things to do that would give my day structure and social opportunities.
Someone else was coming in for an appointment as I was making future appointments to see the APN once a month; after a short time I noticed that person was waving to me. It took a few moments for me to recognize her: a former classmate! She started asking how I was and when I was done making my appointments she came over to give me a hug. I was glad to see her but concerned: she seemed stressed and anxious and was clearly going through a rough time – otherwise why would she be at a community mental health center? I wanted to ask questions to show interest in her well-being, but I didn’t want to ask anything that might make her feel uncomfortable. And then she had to go in for her appointment.
On the one hand it was kind of encouraging to know I’m not the only one from my school / program needing to take some time for self-care. It’s kind of normalizing? And I’m glad she’s able to access at least some of the help she needs. I like my APN and I’m pretty sure that’s who she was there to see; I feel fairly confident that she’s in good hands.
On the other hand, I’m kind of shaken. I wasn’t expecting to be in a peer social situation with someone from school. We’d had some opportunities to bond as classmates but I see her more as a “friendly professional acquaintance” than a friend. I’m used to doing everything in my power to hide my mental health issues from friendly professional acquaintances; now one has seen me at a community mental health clinic! I don’t think she’d tell anyone – just like I’m disinclined to tell anyone who might know her – but it’s still awkward!
And my first response is to try and figure out what I can do to help her. What would be appropriate to say to help her feel more comfortable? How can I reach out to her to try and offer some support? I need to be careful how I proceed so I don’t risk outing her. Maybe I shouldn’t even be writing about this!
I guess it’s good that I’m so compassionate. But I need to think about how I feel and what I need. I kind of needed to be in and out of my appointment without unexpected socialization. I also need to socialize with peers other than Fox and the all-too-occasional rendezvous with other friends. I kinda want to reach out to her – “Maybe we can meet at a cafe or diner that’s convenient for both of us? Are you free during the week?” And I kinda want to hide in my shell, try to pretend this didn’t happen.
“How can someone so young and healthy have such a serious problem with their teeth?”
The endodontist (root canal specialist) actually asked this during our meeting today – after I’d described a previous dentist’s theory that over a decade of grinding my teeth had caused a cavity to form inside one of my molars. It had decayed from the inside out, to the point where I almost needed a root canal when the cavity was finally detected about a year ago. I thought the dentist had fully treated it, but he only inserted a temporary filling. Some miscommunication must have occurred because I didn’t realize any follow-up was necessary.
Now my gum is badly swollen from an infection – that came back worse after I’d finished the antibiotics I was prescribed four weeks ago. It’s actually less painful now, but still very uncomfortable and so sensitive to the touch I can’t brush my teeth the way I’m used to. I feel like I have a bean wedged between my gum and cheek, and my jaw is sore on that side. I really miss being able to chew on both sides of my mouth and I’m concerned about how a gum infection might affect my overall health.
The endodontist couldn’t have performed the root canal with the infection there anyway, but he pointed out a bigger problem. I’m in danger of losing the molar next to the one that was supposed to receive the root canal because it’s the one that is infected. Ironically, the endangered molar is the one I thought needed treatment; my only complaint about Root Canal Molar is that it feels weird when I touch it with my tongue because it’s the very back tooth and I think half of it is missing. No pain; food gets stuck back there sometimes but I get it out with floss, everything’s fine. Apparently it might actually need a root canal or I could lose it, but again, there’s a much bigger problem.
My poor Endangered Molar has been assaulted by an alien civilization for at least the past two months! In addition to the gum infection, there is evidence of significant decay in the roots, possibly bone? I am in serious trouble. I really need to receive treatment for this … well, apparently, about a year ago.
The endodontist is not qualified to deal with gum infections, and is not authorized to give referrals to see a periodontist (gum doctor) or oral surgeon. So, I had to go back to my primary dentist in order to take further action. I was so furious, I was ready to start destroying things. When we got home I saw that Dog had gotten into my kitchen garbage! I was so angry, I told Mom to take him upstairs so I wouldn’t kill or seriously injure him. It was terrifying and so frustrating because I didn’t have a safe, socially acceptable way to express my rage!!!
I called my primary dentist and learned she could see me if I arrived within the hour. Within about 5 minutes Mom was driving me there; we arrived just in time. She asked questions and took X-rays and said I had two options: I could go to the periodontist to try and save the tooth, or I could go to an oral surgeon to get it pulled.
To be completely honest, if money weren’t an issue I’d say pull the fucking tooth, clean out the infection, and give me an implant. But implants aren’t covered by insurance and can cost up to $3,000. That’s more than my wedding dress! I could get the tooth pulled and not get an implant; this might be what I end up needing to do, anyway. I don’t think a bridge would be an option due to the location of the tooth; the dentist didn’t mention it as one.
But everyone – by which I mean the dentist and my mom – seems hung up on “but you’re so young!” and “it’s really better to keep your own teeth.” There’s a chance a periodontist might be able to help me, so it’s best to take that chance and get the tooth pulled only if it doesn’t work. I expressed some uncertainty, so the dentist made the decision for me: we’ll try the periodontist first. This way the dentist doesn’t have to feel guilty (I don’t think I’d feel any guilt, sorry Endangered Tooth – regret maybe if I then experience problems, but not guilt) and I might get to keep my tooth until I’m old enough for extraction and replacement to be okay. I’d need to wait for the antibiotics I’m now on (again) to kick in and (hopefully) clear the infection before I could go to an oral surgeon, anyway.
Here’s the really fun part. I could get an emergency referral to see an oral surgeon, but my insurance doesn’t see gum infections as requiring emergency treatment. They wouldn’t approve the emergency periodontist referral over the phone; there’s a chance they might not approve it at all! I have to wait 2 to 3 weeks before I’ll even know if I can see the periodontist, never mind then having to make an appointment! The infection will probably come back and/or get worse in that time, and who knows? Maybe more of my teeth will be in danger.
The receptionist said I have to wait for the referral to come in the mail, but if I had X Better Insurance she could write a referral and hand it to me.
Pissed doesn’t even begin to cover it.
You might be wondering, what do dental issues have to do with mental health? Well, let’s see.
1) “How can someone so young and healthy have such serious problems with their teeth?” Well, sir, perhaps my health issues are not readily apparent because they aren’t medical, in the sense most people are used to. I have mental health issues, which impact physical health as well. In my case, they clearly affect my dental health! For example, I GRIND MY TEETH!!! due to chronic tension from repressed anger and overwhelming anxiety.
2) I’m not working because my mental health issues are severe enough that I can’t even follow through with a job interview. I don’t trust my mood to be stable enough for me to show up for work consistently, and my anxiety levels to be low enough to function once I get there – assuming I can manage to be on time. Wakana would say I’m being too hard on myself and I should focus on the times I have been punctual and consistent. But I don’t have to do it every day; when I have had to do it every day I’ve struggled. I need help getting to the point where I can try it again.
Anyways, not working means no income means I can’t afford better insurance or to just pull the fucking tooth already and give me a titanium implant.
3) It’s really hard to do things like stand up for yourself to make sure you get the best possible care, drag yourself to the dentist and wait Spock knows how long hoping you’ll get seen as an emergency patient even though you don’t have an appointment, and deal with the stress of going to the fucking mall to see an overbooked dentist with staff that is probably overworked and underpaid and sick of being the person patients get angry at when their insurance is being sadistic. It’s even harder when you have mental health issues (especially being more attuned to other people’s needs and emotional states than your own). I would rather pull my own tooth without so much as taking ibuprofen first, than deal with the headache that is going to the dentist!
4) When you have a mental illness(es), you start to rely more on other people’s judgment; sometimes you trust it more than your own. “Maybe I thought he was being a jerk because I was wearing depression goggles.” “Maybe the chest pain I’m experiencing is from anxiety.” “Maybe I’m having these symptoms because I read that they’re potential side effects of the medication I’m taking.”
I know I can’t always trust my thoughts and feelings because they tell me things like “nobody loves me” and “I can’t do anything useful” and much, much worse. I rely on people reminding me that those things aren’t true and encouraging me to think about situations from other, more creative, and generally more positive perspectives.
So if you’re in a situation like I was last week, when the hygienist who did my cleaning said the pain I was experiencing from my infection was “normal,” it can seem a bit “crazy” and “excessive” to insist on seeing the dentist anyway. They were busy, I was feeling overwhelmed, I didn’t want to be on antibiotics again anyway, and I’d just been told that my problem was no big deal. So I left. If I’d stood my ground (or had someone advocate for me like my mom did today) my gum might not be swollen. I don’t know if my teeth would be in any better shape, but at least I could brush them!
5) Extremely frustrating situations like this can trigger all sorts of painful, unhealthy, and outright dangerous thoughts. It’s even worse when the people who are supposed to help me when I have a serious health concern like this either don’t seem to care or care but can’t do anything because of bureaucratic red tape. I’m fortunate that I’m in a place where my primary concern is protecting my health, and that my mom was able to support me in expressing my anger – probably because she was angry and worried too.
I’m furious to think that I can’t get the help I need because of a rule my insurance company made up, that someone who has never even met me has to review my information, make a decision with more concern about the company’s bottom line than my health, and use fucking snail mail to communicate with me. It can be all to easy to internalize that ruthless capitalistic complete and utter lack of compassion, to absorb the message that I am worth less than someone who can afford to pay for a better insurance plan (or worse, unworthy of medical interventions, period). So for now I’m clinging to my anger like a life preserver; the hard part is doing that while keeping it directed away from myself.
I’ve been tracking my symptoms on the Burns Depression Checklist for another month; so far so good. (view July-August & August-September) Scores have remained in the teens on half the days, a phenomenon that was previously unheard of. My average score for the month was a 22, which is 10 points lower than last month!
There are several factors I believe have contributed to my improved mood. Reading The Drama of the Gifted Child inspired some profound healing in the last full week of September. The most conventionally “sane” way to word it is probably that the emotional and presenting-myself-to-the-world aspects of my psyche became more integrated, so I can acknowledge, express, and act upon my emotions more easily. This helps me to feel more alive; all the energy that went into suppressing my emotions is now available for, well, whatever I want to do. It’s wonderful and amazing and just… Wow!
I started taking the Lamictal my APN prescribed on Monday, September 29th. This is represented visually on the graph above by a vertical purple line. I’ve been taking the Lamictal consistently at about the same time every day for over two weeks. I hesitate to say it’s working just yet, but so far I’m feeling very positive about it. In addition to the Lamictal, I started taking Omega 3 and Vitamin D supplements on October 8th.
Additionally, Fox was offered a job that he’s really excited about, and not just because he finally has income! His energy levels have skyrocketed since he started working; that’s been a huge inspiration for me. I get the time to myself that I’d been craving, and when he’s home I’m thrilled to spend quality time with him. We actually have things to talk about because we’ve been having different experiences all day! There are adjustments, as always, but overall it’s been a real boon to our relationship. I wasn’t kidding when I said the sexiest thing he could do was get a job…
Finally, the dates that have a blue horizontal line under them in the graph above are days I spent with Banji. This past weekend was particularly wonderful; we got away from the stress of our respective lives and got to spend a few days talking, making art, playing music together, and enjoying the fall foliage. I went about 24 hours without using a computer or smart phone and it was amazing! I had all this time; I didn’t know what to do with myself! So I colored in my sketchpad, took a walk outside, tried to sneak around like my Skyrim character, and interacted with living breathing 3-dimensional people using spoken words, vocal inflections, and facial expressions. And laughed, oh, the laughter! I even cooked and cleaned up afterward!
By the time I got home I was a bit tired of socializing and just wanted some time to myself. I tried to play The Sims 3 – not the best or healthiest choice, I know – and ran into all sorts of crazy glitches. I got very frustrated because people kept interrupting me, especially my mother. I try so hard and I think she does too but I still find our conversations to be emotionally draining – especially when she’s hounding me about the things I still need to do for the wedding. That just makes me want to shut down and block everything out even more!
Considering the abrupt change from vacationing with Banji to feeling emotionally drained at home without her and not coping all that well, I’m optimistic to see my scores gradually climbing from 13 on Monday to 30 yesterday. It’s less disruptive than the wild oscillations I’ve experienced in the past; I expect that I can bring the score back down (representing a reduction in depressive symptoms) by practicing some of the things I enjoyed so much while on vacation: less time in front of the computer, more time engaged in creative pursuits. Another way to reduce my symptoms is to actually do the things Mom’s been hounding me about, because then she won’t feel so anxious anymore, so she’ll have less emotional garbage to heap on me. This solution has the added benefit of completing the steps necessary to successfully prepare for my wedding. Win-win!
In addition to the overall lower scores, I had a truly amazing thing happen last week. For the first time since I’ve been tracking, and otherwise for I have no idea how long, I had 8 consecutive days without suicidal thoughts or urges. It was wonderful! (My “relapse” yesterday was triggered by a very specific situation that has been dealt with and is easily avoidable; if I choose to write about it in this blog I’ll do so in another post.)
Considering the presence of other, shorter periods of time with no suicidal thoughts or urges earlier in the month, I’m optimistic that this has the potential to become my new norm. And that, oh wow! It’s not just about wanting to live. It’s wanting and being able to live while also being true to oneself. It’s having multiple options; seeing the full complexity of a difficult situation instead of just the discouraging parts. It’s knowing where my toolbox is, seeing the tools when I open it, having the confidence to use them, and making creative use of duct tape.
Wakana (my music therapist) has been helping me learn to assert myself, particularly in the realm of acknowledging, accepting, and acting on my emotions. I’ve learned to express my needs and wants, politely disagree, and set boundaries. I’m still working to develop these skills; it will probably be a lifelong process. But the foundation is there, and I feel pretty good about building on it.
The thing is, most of my work has been in the realm of one-on-one interactions. I have individual music therapy with Wakana. Our marriage counselor helps Fox and me have more intentional, supportive interactions with each other. I’m learning to assert myself in conversations with my mom, or situations in which Mom is accompanying me as I interact with another person (such as my dress fitting), or appointments with healthcare professionals.
I get lost in group situations. Even spending time with friends, there’s usually some point during our time together when I feel overwhelmed, overlooked, and unheard. I was barely able to participate in that one support group meeting I went to (no, I haven’t been back yet). Forget about being heard and acknowledged when my family is involved. I think about having most of my and Fox’s families all in one room just over a month from now and it seems like the worst idea I’ve ever had. If it’s not a disaster, it will definitely be overwhelming. I will probably be disappointed by at least some of them. What was I even thinking?
I really need to develop social skills. It’s not just me, people with psychiatric and/or mental health issues tend to have underdeveloped social skills. I’m inclined to believe that lack of a healthy home environment, same-age siblings or cousins, and appropriate modelling interfered with my ability to develop my social skills – particularly when it came to interacting within a group. I was also bullied and ostracized at school, which further limited my ability to practice social skills in a peer group. This in turn had a harmful impact on my mental health. I don’t know to what extent this hypothesis can be generalized, but we’re social creatures and society is the environment we have to adapt to.
Lack of social skills means we need group therapy and opportunities to practice interacting in structured group activities, so we can have some semblance of support in developing those skills. Actually, part of why I like tabletop gaming so much is because most games structure group interactions and lend themselves to turn-taking, so everyone gets some opportunity to be the center of a attention – seen and heard – for a short time.
Most of the psychological services I’ve been able to find in my area focus on the individual. Individual therapy, opportunities for individuals to submit their creative works to be posted online, classes individuals can attend and learn from that may provide some opportunity for group interaction, but that isn’t the primary focus. I have enough individual stuff going on, I really need to work on my social skills in a group. Why can’t I find one?
The answer is: because I’m afraid to find one. There’s a support group that meets weekly that I could be going to, but I keep finding some excuse not to go. I have briefly joined and enjoyed participating in at least 3 additional groups I can think of right now, I but stopped showing up after just one or two meetings, even though I’d had a positive experience.
I don’t know if it’s that I don’t fit in or I don’t want to fit in, or something else entirely. Maybe I want to abandon the group before it has the opportunity to abandon me – or worse, consume me. I don’t want being part of a group to mean losing my autonomy.
Being in a group situation takes all of my energy; I feel like I need to be at my best to come out of it feeling anything other than drained. To put it in terms of Spoon Theory, interacting in a group takes so many of my spoons that I can only do it on days when I have more spoons to begin with; most of the time it requires me to borrow spoons from the next day. Just getting out the door on time looking presentable can take several spoons. Sometimes, by the time I’ve introduced myself, I just don’t have the spoons I need to follow a conversation, navigate the complex thoughts and emotions that fill the room to the point where I don’t know which ones are actually mine, formulate responses, and get people to pay attention and listen to what I have to say. How can I develop social skills for interacting in a group if I don’t have enough spoons to exist in that group, never mind trying to learn something?
I need a group activity that restores spoons, such as creating music or art. Music in particular is a completely different way of interacting: you’re listening and “speaking” simultaneously, so everyone gets heard. You are a part of something bigger than yourself, you can hear it and that makes it so much easier to feel and internalize. Every part matters, even – no, especially! – the supportive, “background” parts.
I have less experience with art, but being creative is energizing. Focusing on my own artwork gives me a socially acceptable way to back out of the group activity a little bit to recharge without leaving it completely. It opens up the possibility of positive interactions, such as commenting on an aspect of someone else’s artwork (e.g. use of color) that I like. People are more likely to have and express more positive emotions that I don’t find overwhelming – I might actually get a high off them. I can also communicate something visually, so I don’t have to rely quite so much on the verbal communication I find so challenging.
Trying to find an arts-based group geared toward mental health in my area has been like hitting my head against a brick wall. Either I don’t know where to look, or they just don’t exist. I could reach out for help; that might be my best chance of actually managing to find something.
There are quite a few art-related groups in my area on Meetup.com; the difficulty I’m facing is selecting one I feel comfortable joining and might actually go to. Looking at some that seem promising, I feel like I’m going to cry because I simultaneously want to join in the fun and question my ability to do so. Will I be accepted?
In honor of the work NAMI does, the first full week of October (10/5-11) is “Mental Illness Awareness Week.” People are encouraged to wear green, there’s apparently a solid green ribbon, and depending on your location there may be various events to raise awareness. People are also encouraged to “Tell your story and help inspire others!” – just be aware that the submission guidelines give NAMI permission to add or delete information as they see fit.
I have to admit, I’m not feeling particularly “inspired.” I’m pretty sure my “story” would be rejected because I don’t want to try to spin it (or allow it to be spun) to be a “message of hope” for other people. Frankly, I don’t think we need to spread “hope,” we need people to understand the harsh realities we and our loved ones face: the stigma, the uncertainty, the pain of thinking we’re getting better just to have another horrible day, the difficulty accessing mental healthcare, the ways in which our illnesses impact our relationships, etc. – basically, the stuff mental health bloggers post about year-round! If people really want to raise awareness, they should link to us. (Note: NAMI prohibits links to personal blogs or websites in their “You Are Not Alone” submission guidelines … but there’s nothing to keep someone from posting whatever links they want on their own social media pages, etc.)
Some places to get started (besides this blog): A Canvas of the Minds, Blog for Mental Health, The Mental Health Writers’ Guild, and Broken Light: A Photography Collective. I’ve selected these sites to link to here because they in turn link to individual bloggers who write about a wide range of mental health related topics. I welcome additional suggestions in comments!
Understanding our experiences is a good start, but it isn’t enough. We need to work together to change them – which means changing social, cultural, and especially institutional norms to be healthier for people (especially children) so we don’t get mental illnesses in the first place. I think most if not all of the “stigma” around mental illness exists because talking about it ultimately requires us to question and challenge norms that form the cultural and more importantly financial foundations for our societies, including: valuing people for their economic success, unattainable standards of beauty, pressure to conform to gender roles from birth (particularly masculinity), various intersecting systems of privilege and oppression, etc. etc. etc.
When I told Fox I was uncomfortable sharing my story – because it’s not the after-the-fact, good depressive “success” story they want to hear – he said it’s the story people need to hear. The here-I-am-right-in-the-middle-of-the-storm story. The I-don’t-know-how-long-I-can-hold-on reality. The “actually, I’m the one who could use some hope, because a big part of my problem right now is that I don’t have any.”
I’ve had mental illnesses on the “mood disorder” and “anxiety” spectra for most of my life, and I’ve been consistently living with diagnosable symptoms for over 4 years. I don’t even know what my diagnosis is, and frankly, I’m inclined to think that’s for the better. It’s frustrating to be unsure what to even say I have, but it means I and the people trying to help me can focus on my individual needs and what I’ve found to be helpful (or unhelpful). It means we can move past labels to the underlying psychological structures and processes that may have been adaptive at one point in my life, but came at a cost I can’t afford to keep paying.
In a word, it means I can focus on my own personal growth.
I think it’s great that in addition to Mental Health Awareness Month in May, there is a week in October dedicated to, well, basically the same thing. I kind of wish they didn’t call it Mental Illness Awareness Week though – because an illness is something outside of or other than oneself that affects one (hopefully temporarily) and needs to be treated, if possible, cured. It’s very easy for people to say “Well, I don’t have this illness, so this issue isn’t relevant to me;” if someone they care about has one or more mental illnesses, they may not even be aware of it (unlike with a less-stigmatized condition, which people would probably talk about).
Additionally, I haven’t found it helpful to think of my previously-adaptive, now increasingly problematic patterns of thought and behavior as an “illness” that is separate from and/or imposed upon my self. If anything, I’ve found it to be harmful; it means there’s something “wrong” with me that needs to be “fixed” in order for me to “function” in society, and until that happens I’m worth less than “healthy” individuals.
These patterns of thought and behavior, whether I like them or not, are part of me. I created them to protect me. They’ve helped me meet the demands placed on me by parents, other family members, teachers, employers, etc. They’re part of how I learned skills I still find useful, that are necessary if I ever want to have a career and other things that people associate with “functioning” and having a “normal” and/or “meaningful” life. Getting rid of them wholesale as part of “curing” my “mental illness” would be a disaster.
What I need, as mentioned earlier, is to grow. Part of that is letting go of the things that are hurting me or aren’t helping me any more. A lot of it is changing things that are adaptive in some ways, harmful in others. For example, my perfectionism: I place a very high value on creating the very best product I possibly can – such as well-written, relatable, informative blog posts. I put a lot of effort into accomplishing this, and gain a lot of satisfaction from doing so. Great. When I apply it to academic papers, the result is usually a grade of A. Fantastic. But I need to stop allowing my desire to produce the best quality product to keep me from starting the process, or to cause me to neglect my other needs and responsibilities during the process. I need to stop basing my self-esteem on how others respond (or don’t respond) to my work. I need to develop an inherent sense of self-worth, a concept I frankly don’t understand because it’s never been an intrinsic part of how I understand myself or the world; it’s not part of how I was raised or the society I was raised in. We value and celebrate people based on what they do, and deny people access to basic needs – never mind “rights” – because we don’t see them doing enough to “earn” it. The closest I can come to understanding inherent self-worth is to try to apply my belief that other people deserve to have their basic needs met no matter what to myself.
If there’s anything to be aware of during Mental Illness Awareness Week, I think it’s actually the message from NAMI that yes, it affects everyone. Everyone has to develop some unhealthy patterns of thought and behavior to survive in a society that was built by the privileged and wealthy to continue benefiting themselves at the expense of everyone else. These patterns influence how we treat each other and raise our kids and perceive ourselves. Some of us just show it more; we become the mirror no one wants to look at because they when they do, they see what they don’t want to know about themselves. I wish I could say something like “It’s not that scary,” but to be honest I still find it very difficult. I guess all I can ask is for people to pick up the mirror and pass it around, so we all have the opportunity to look. Wear green and post a selfie. Send out the message that this is important.