Self Imposed Stigma

I will reblog as many related post as I come across today which relate to mental health and my brother’s journey to be published next month. This post in particular by my dearest granny Jill, is why I decided to go out with my real name and do all I do. I want to stigmatize stigma. After all, I am not the illness, disorder or whatever it is. I surely need help, I am suffering and I do myself good getting out there and learning to help my own self too.

Jill's Experiences with Mental Health , Stigma, Alzheimer's Disease, Grief & Grieving & serenade2seniors

exquisite tree sceneIF you are not well, tell yourself that you must get help. Not next week or next month, but tomorrow. If you are suffering from an illness, the most difficult words to say are; I need help. And if you are dealing with a mental illness, it’s that much harder.

When your computer breaks down, you don’t hesitate to call a technician. And when your faucet leaks, you call a plumber, so, why is it so problematic to make an appointment to visit a therapist, a psychologist or a psychiatrist? Could it be due to the mistaken belief that asking for help is a sign of weakness? We are in the year 2014 and people from all walks of life seek therapy nowadays.

I think that much of the stigma lies in our own thoughts and beliefs about the issue at hand. If I think that I am weak due…

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2 thoughts on “Self Imposed Stigma”

  1. Marie,
    Thanks for your overwhelming support which I find touching. You have stood by my side from the time you discovered my blog and for that I thank you.nI am far less computer savvy than you young people and don’t always manage to do what I. Set out to do. Wait until you become a blogging grandma!

    1. Oh granny, you made my afternoon. I am so proud of you. I am so humbled to have read David’s story. Although l never threw a stone at a schrizophrenic, l followed one or two around making jokes to the amusement of my pals. I hate to say it but l don’t think even my mama could IT you out 🙂
      If we can’t poke our grannies, then who else? l loved mine so dearly and ecen spent a night with her corpse as she lay in state. I was pregnant, yet l wasn’t scared.

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