There is such a stigma attached to mental illness; I can only consider it to be derivative of the fear of the unknown. People shelter in the certainty that "I am I," giving nary a thought that there ain't no I; what there is, is mind. An emergent simulation of brain built up from conscious perspective of self over the course of a lifetime that isn't crafted from words and concept so much as emotional context and patterns of memory that may not even resemble the actual events that formed those memories.
I cannot tell you about sanity; I don't consider such exists beyond established norms of consistent behavior, I never had a shrink tell me otherwise. As a certified psychopath, I've spent plenty of times with shrinks; as a man who spent most of his life on or a moment away from the streets, the quality of mental health care I received was less than optimal. I have subsidized housing which requires a regular visit to the "looney bin;' which is a corporation sponsored by government funding to attend the mental-health needs of the poor. Being in Arizona is knowing only two states rank lower in this quality of care.
Yet I'll call it like I see it; what other health care is there? People go in for check-ups and screenings and dental cleanings, but a therapist is taboo? That's just senseless. Everyday the self faces emotional trauma, everyday the self relives the emotional context of memory; and every time these memories are visited, it is by an I built from the emotional context of what came before. The common conception of "sane" is a fortress of stone when in actuality is is a tar-paper shack being continually remodeled. It is not "sane" to wait for symptomatology to manifest; it is far more "sane" to decode the emotional context involved in the creation of self with psychological evaluation and counseling.
I cannot tell you about sanity; I don't consider such exists beyond established norms of consistent behavior, I never had a shrink tell me otherwise. As a certified psychopath, I've spent plenty of times with shrinks; as a man who spent most of his life on or a moment away from the streets, the quality of mental health care I received was less than optimal. I have subsidized housing which requires a regular visit to the "looney bin;' which is a corporation sponsored by government funding to attend the mental-health needs of the poor. Being in Arizona is knowing only two states rank lower in this quality of care.
Yet I'll call it like I see it; what other health care is there? People go in for check-ups and screenings and dental cleanings, but a therapist is taboo? That's just senseless. Everyday the self faces emotional trauma, everyday the self relives the emotional context of memory; and every time these memories are visited, it is by an I built from the emotional context of what came before. The common conception of "sane" is a fortress of stone when in actuality is is a tar-paper shack being continually remodeled. It is not "sane" to wait for symptomatology to manifest; it is far more "sane" to decode the emotional context involved in the creation of self with psychological evaluation and counseling.