Todays the day Dr. Phil gave in and did a show on bi-polar disorder, featuring two guests and their long-suffering families.
Fred experiences manic episodes, stole a taxi, crashed into Starbucks, and climbed to the top of a church. He hears voices and believes Denzel Washington and Robert De Niro are talking to him through their movies. His brain scans suggest malfunction and there are indicatations of trauma. This is basically my idea of crazy.
Cathy, the other presumably bi-polar guest was, to quote Tom Waits, a spent piece of used jet trash, a screaming, hateful, perpetrating bully who victimizes children to the point of self-injury, and presents a thoroughly self-pitying manner lacking in self-reflection and accountability. This is basically my mom, on a good day.
That’s why I tend to accomodate those who blame the brain. Anything that gives bullies the green light to change their ways.
I’ll still bust a stereotype today’s show promulgates. I know for a fact that having mental illness does not mean having an abusive personality because I read all the research, and because I have mental illness and don’t treat people like shit.
I have seen the extremes of dangerous, sadistic, evil human behavior, I know it by heart. Threat is what we think of when we think about mental illness, a misconception many of us are trying to fight. We should just give up, live with the stigma, it will make the world better in the long run, and that’s the ultimate goal, right?
Listen, no one forced Cathy to write him a letter, go on the show, tell the world she’s destructive and plead for help.
“It’s the bi-polar, my brain makes me mistreat people, I’m sick, and I need help.” Dr. Phil hooked her up with a team of neuropscychiatrists. He told her sons that their mother was sick in the brain.
Face it, that’s what it takes. Not being an anti-social ass-hole myself I don’t understand why people need this. Clearly, some do.
Maybe if my mom had been offered our culture’s gene meme hearts could have been mended, hatchets buried, stairs un-bloodied, bones unbroken, children un-molested, lives saved and so on and whatnot. She couldn’t face what she did, what she let into our lives, guilt can blind you like that.
Imagine proper authorities letting you off the hook. Conventional wisdom says it’s not your fault!
Don’t say it doesn’t happen everyday, every case is not Andrea Yates. If that’s what it takes for perpetrating personalities to admit they have to stop their customary (and learned, dagnabbit!) soul-murdering behaviors, who the hell am I to kick a gift horse in the mouth? But I still think he should get that eye looked at.