It was recently suggested that, particularly in writing this blog, I am a navel-gazing, diagnosis-obsessed, wallower.  I suppose that I am, in fairness.  Most of what I write here is long-winded negativity that probably doesn’t help any readers who feel that they are genuinely progressing to the fabled state of recovery. I have never been, [...]

Apparently the delightful George Osbourne, with the backing of both the Tories and the Liberal Democrats in their spectacularly beautiful little love-in coalition of joy, has decreed that from 2013 all claimants of Disability Living Allowance – new or existing – will have to undergo medical examinations. This is in order to weed out the dirty, scrounging malingerers that go about claiming DLA…you know, those bunch of work-shy, lazy twatbags that just cannot be arsed to work. [...]

Who am I? Am I Pandora, the BPD/trauma blogger, the ‘diagnosee’ of a nefarious multitude of mental illnesses, the woman who’s spent half her life in therapy of one description or another, the woman who goes on the offensive when she is denied that to which she is entitled? Or am I {my real name}, [...]

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This entry is part 3 of 4 in the series This Election in Norn Iron Mentalists

I say ‘the End’ in the title, as this will obviously be my last post in this series before the big day tomorrow when we head to the polls; however, in the interests of equity, I will at some point look at what the main parties in the Republic of Ireland have to say on [...]

This entry is part 2 of 4 in the series This Election in Norn Iron Mentalists

So, last time we had a look at the mental health issues in the manifestos of the two main unionist parties in Northern Ireland. Today it’s the turn of the two main nationalist parties, Sinn Féin (SF) and the Social Democratic and Labour Party (SDLP). There is a certain curiosity in the potential influence of [...]

This entry is part 1 of 4 in the series This Election in Norn Iron Mentalists

Northern Ireland politics is, in the main, a load of divisive nonsense (in my view, anyhow).  It infuriates me that I cannot vote for either the Westminster nor the Dáil parties; we have to have our own little set of philistines, and they are built – by and large – upon sectarian, bigoted lines.  You [...]

This entry is part 1 of 4 in the series This Election in Norn Iron Mentalists

I haven’t written an AotW for some weeks, mainly as I’ve been too mental to actually read anything that I think is worthy of inclusion here.  I’m not particularly less mental at the minute, as Monday’s post will presumably attest; however, coverage of the matter that I intend to discuss is hard to miss at [...]

Last year, the Beeb produced an appalling episode of its long-running Panorama show on Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, strongly inferring that the only people who would genuinely be afflicted with the disorder were soldiers traumatised by battle.  As the title of the documentary – The Trauma Industry – suggested, the central tenet of the program was [...]

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I’ve made a few references to the relative anonymity of this blog in recent posts (here and here) and decided I would explore it more. I know many bloggers here in the madosphere write anonymously in order that they may reveal their deepest, darkest thoughts with complete impunity; for example, Bippidee gave a very good [...]

Reflections on 2009

Wasn’t it 1992 that the Queen said was her annus horribilis?  Well, let’s fast forward 17 years to now, New Year’s Eve, 2009. This year has turned out to be the annus horribilis of your humble narrator – mostly. I’ve been on the brink of sectioning on a number of occasions, the brink of suicide [...]

Wanking Yourself Sane (or at Least Calmer)

First Signs are a UK-based charitable organisation devoted to the prevention, or at least the minimisation of, self-harm.  Whilst as regular readers of this blog will know, I don’t really see the big issue with (controlled) self-harm, I can and do admire the work that FS are undertaking.  If nothing else, at least they’re raising [...]

Mad versus Bad, Stockholm Syndrome and Defending HIM

The phenomenon of Stockholm Syndrome has been bandied about a lot in the media recently, in the wake of the Jaycee Lee Dugard abduction and, to a lesser extent, in discussion of the Fritzl case (though I am not sure to what extent Elisabeth Fritzl was affected by it).  There is a particularly good article, [...]

The Beauty of Blood

I have been incredibly good recently and haven’t self-harmed for about a fortnight. That’s good going for me since May. That does not mean it isn’t on my mind, though. I think about it almost all the time – well, either self-harm or suicide. As things stand right now, it isn’t about feeling pain, or [...]

How SI Spends Her Leisure Time

Of course, almost by definition, being on holiday is not normality.  It is a break from it, a break from the humdrum everyday mundanity that is the rat-race in which most of us here in the West have to engage (or not if you’re a dolescum like me, but anyhow), not an experience we can [...]

To Hell With Today - and the Philosophy of DBT

Today sucks ram and ass bollocks. My range of happy experiences since last night are the delightful following: The fabulous agitated depression * Severe depersonalisation Paranoia Anxiety (of course) Insomnia (what a surprise) Racing and disjointed thoughts (related to, or a symptom of, the agitated depression, naturally) Physical restlessness – rocking back and forth, desire [...]

A Consensus: Nobody Likes 'Sane'! Do We Have 'Mad Pride'?

I wrote the other day about my mental dichotomy as regards wanting to be able to manage my episodes of madness and not wanting to lose my mentalism altogether, mainly as it has such a large bearing on my sense of self. I was surprised but pleased by the level of response from others with [...]

From Despair to Where? Who Wants to be 'Normal' Anyway?

Last night, I had my first real episode of (negative) mania and loss of lucidity since the birthday party incident.  Well, strictly speaking it was this morning – shortly after 2.30am, during a fairly typical night of insomnia.  I was in a frenzy, though the physical manifestations of it can’t have been that strong, as [...]