Featured: Who am I really?
The Difference Between Snakes and RopesLast night there was a womanThe Difference Between Snakes and Ropes by Nichrysalis
where my girl was and she said to me,
“This. That’s what he did.”
A woman isn’t born vulnerable, but
vulnerability is a part of personhood
and being self-aware of insecurities
is more vividly human than vibrancy;
more sexy than secrecy.
I’d compose her movement to music
or pen it on paper, proffer it as poetry
and profess confessions as love
but I’d rather be on standby—
even as passerby—
because I ache and I ache
all the time now, for her.
For her I am sore and unstomachable
and nurse wounds that aren’t mine.
For her, I worry.
I worry and I tighten knots,
practice my box, bow tie, square, slip,
and double coin knots and remember
that the method to madness is comfort;
being complacent with sanity
makes for insanity
and being complacent with a lover
is to take them for granted.
I tighten the same knot
and expect the same result,
wind the bight around again,
again, and again. And bite.
I knot, bight;
Ode on a Psychiatric WardI.Ode on a Psychiatric Ward by Farand
I'm five-six and I've problem after problem —
Enough to fill someone who's twice my size:
The ward's too loud, the walls too white... but of them
The worst is probably the little flies
That found their way into my room this evening.
Oh, now I'm thinking all about them. Great!
I'll have to have a nurse increase my med-
Ication; that'll calm me down. ('Bing, bing!'
A doctor's pager sounds: he's working late.)
I'll turn the bathroom light on, then I'll go to bed.
But I can't sleep: the waterproof duvet
Is suffocating, yet I'm cold without it.
The night nurse has stains on her dress — coffee:
She's overworked, but if I say, she'll doubt it.
She feels it's all par for the course for her:
Changing my heavy quilt for lighter sheets,
Then asking if there's 'owt else' she can do
Until the morning: when she takes great care
In noting down my all-important 'deets'
Like blood pressure (she knows the numbers; I've no clue).
Despite strategic placing on my tong
Notes on AvPDGreen pine trees, cranes and turtles…Notes on AvPD by Farand
You must tell a story of your hard times,
And laugh twice.
— From Oiwai-Ondo
On 30 June, 2015, I was diagnosed with Avoidant Personality Disorder:
Individuals with Avoidant Personality Disorder grow up with excessive social anxiety and withdrawal. They have a longstanding pattern of shyness, feelings of inferiority, and hypersensitivity to rejection/embarrassment. The core features of this disorder are: (1) negative emotion (anxiousness (fear of rejection/embarrassment)), and (2) detachment (withdrawal, intimacy avoidance, and anhedonia [decreased ability to feel pleasure]). This disorder is only diagnosed if: (1) it begins no later than early adulthood, (2) these behaviors occur at home, work, and in the community, and (3) these behaviors lead to clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning.
Notes on a Psychiatric WardJohn Forbes Nash, Jr., was one of the recipients of the 1994 Nobel Prize in Economics — but he nearly wasn't: the Nobel selection body had expressed concerns that he might embarrass them.Notes on a Psychiatric Ward by Farand
Mr Nash was a paranoid schizophrenic. His illness had led him to believe, among other things, that he had been charged with creating a new world government that would lead to his being crowned Emperor of Antarctica.
Some people might call such a belief mad. Mr Nash himself, acknowledging what he had been through, said: 'My quest has taken me through the physical, the metaphysical, the delusional — and back.'
The same might be said of my own quest.
After a long and interesting life, Mr Nash, along with his wife, died suddenly and needlessly in an automobile accident. I was on a psychiatric ward at the time.
The point of these brief, loosely-structured notes is to speak a little about some of my fellow patients, and to illuminate the often obscured truth that people with a mental illness are
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"I've spent 7 weeks on a psychiatric ward, and was discharged today! I was also given a diagnosis of Anxiety Avoidance Personality Disorder - has anyone else here received that diagnosis? It would be nice to chat with someone!"
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