A new article published in JAMA Network Open finds that participants experiencing psychosis had more severe psychotic symptoms when they lived in urban neighborhoods compared to rural settings. Participants from socially and economically disadvantaged urban neighborhoods also had more severe anxiety and depressive symptoms compared to those living in more advantaged urban neighborhoods and rural areas.
The current work, led by Oladunni Oluwoye of Washington State University, suggests that policy changes to improve housing conditions and infrastructure in disadvantaged and urban neighborhoods could improve mental health symptoms and reduce the risk of psychosis for people living in these areas. The authors write:
“We found that compared with rural neighborhoods, neighborhoods characterized by urbanicity and environmental exposure (ie, air and noise pollution) were unilaterally associated with more severe psychotic symptoms, but that more severe depression and anxiety symptoms were specific to individuals residing in urban neighborhoods that also had high area deprivation (ie, poor housing conditions, health outcomes, and socioeconomic disadvantage). These findings remained significant after controlling for individual-level characteristics such as age, gender, race, ethnicity, education level, and household income. “
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The thought occurs to me that all these manifold “symptoms” of psychosis, depression, anxiety and other supposed mental disorders are not manifestations of a genuine pathology, but rather totally appropriate responses to inhumane conditions prevailing in the workplace, school, medical facilities, nursing homes, etc. This is comparable to shell shock (now called post-traumatic stress syndrome), which is the normal, understandable reaction of a human brain to the effects of constant bombardment and battlefield carnage. To me, the people who willingly assent to or justify horrible social and economic conditions, and the mental health professionals who collaborate with this system by drugging, electroshocking, or otherwise manipulating their “patients” and helpless charges to comply with its mindless routine and demands are the ones most in need of confinement and restraint.
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Agreed!
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Electrons are just vibrations in a stillness. As is everything. The consciousness, or stillness, has exquisite sensitivity to all vibrations, and this sensitivity echoes down into each level of consciousness. In what we call the sensuous, or material, these vibrations translate into colour and sound waves. In what we call the physical feelings, the air or orgasm or pain is felt as a phenomena that is normalized by the brain as a physical sensation, the true examination of which would reveal eternities of mysteries the likes of which would induce horse witches to twitch. Light’s polarization remained unanswered, the waving. Our cosmic parcel of light. Emotions are vibrations in the heart, or sometimes in the gut, and also hate and anger are palpable energies in the central nervous system but also in the ‘outside’, which is a spiritual mythical world in which nothing ever existed although it is. A very large scale lady, planetary sized, sits there with extraordinary sagging tits. You get the feel that she’s feeding the whole world, and she’s green. I wonder what this dream reveals to me. Who’s me? Electricity and infinitely complex neurological activity called a cut throat me made of electricity.
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