Saturday, February 4, 2023

Comments by Corrine2021

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  • In the late ’70s, I took just about any rx a revered doctor in the up and coming field of psychiatric-pharmacology prescribed. The doses only got larger when they failed for being wrongly advised. It wasn’t pretty, neither the relationship between the pyshopharmacologist and me, or the field itself, which was soon bullying both emotionally disturbed individuals (and I was indeed) and their caregivers, including well-meaning psychiatrists and personal doctors. In spite of, at times, barely being able to lift my arms from massive doses (enough to put down and elephant), I nonetheless still read the news in various newspapers, and kept a job (low level though it was for my many as then proven gifts). I still have the news article that changed my perspective for life. I find it when I’m cleaning file cabinets to make room. The yellowed newsprint is always a pleasant reminder of my curiosity and common sense. Written about a young scientist studying the human brain, the article said of his findings regarding how the brain actually demonstrates through small variances in tissue and neurons, etc. that it has received new information, such as “this is pear.”
    Give a fragrant pear, for instance, to a brain prior untouched by pear, and it will begin by creating a design that resembles a baobab tree. After a few more exposures to pear, the wild branches fall away, until finally the form resembles more of a cull de sac. Label this “pear.” The brain knows now and has a basic understanding of all that the senses ascribe to “pear.” The young researcher created a theory out of that and his continuing work, eventually concluding that we probably need less of a medication, not more, to get the same results once it has shown to improve a problematic symptom, in my case a diagnosis that was impossibly wrong and hardly observed. I made my own findings based on this article and it remains a deciding factor in a lot of what are the rare and few options I’ve been able to make about my life and those of my loved ones in my charge. Our choices are limited to our circumstances, no doubt. There doesn’t appear to be a grand scheme.
    But, still, more is not always better. The mind is the hungriest organ, for it craves only more information, and is not the seat its own environmental or ecological pinnings. But as far as information goes, the brain surpasses any computer and has more neurons than all the stars in the universe, so I suppose it knows what knowing is. I learned over time that the brain wants more of whatever you give it. This was a freeing concept that I took for truth after testing it on my repetitive proclivities and on letting go of those same leanings. I could stop a growing bad habit by not doing it or giving a taste of it to my brain, even it was a food or drink, and only for a week. I’d replace it with a different (usually more proven healthy alternative) and shortly, my brain had gained a real interest in the newer object of my perusal, and lost interest in whatever that last thing was. And so it goes. I’ve passed on this belief to so many people who were interested and it hasn’t come back to me as utter nonsense yet. However, the poor young scientist, who with his slides of brain tissue and advanced curiosity and knowledge of chemistry and everything ever hardwired, basically would have put the pharmaceutical companies from his state (New Jersey) in bankruptcy, I never have been able to find a single research paper written by him. I may clear some files drawers just to feel the wonder that went into his mind that changed mine in such a profound way all those decades ago. If I do, I’ll post his name and the piece and give him proper credit. Names and titles still allude my mind, the final pocket of mystery belonging to the awful period when a far less knowledgeable and overconfident young psychopharmacologist medicated me without weighing me and comparing me to a giant wild animal. And I wasn’t even angry. That was the point, I think. If only I could have been. These questionable concepts, heredity and ecology, and such human constructs that so swells the questions for their uncertain answers and gratifications, they spring from vulnerability. Knowledge is logical. The brain is not, by and in itself.

  • So happy and energized by Karen’s about face. Love the best friend crying with Karen over her “real” voice. I imagine though she was a voice teacher, she wasn’t the only one to notice the change. Wonderful. I had a very similar history, and found a better way to gain access to my severe trauma, though that came over 35 years ago when Eastern Philosophy became prominent in my life. I mistrusted doctors so much by then, I one day went cold turkey, not a good idea, so I’m very glad Karen took her proper time getting off her presciption drugs. For me, my sense of well-being took decades longer until the diagnosis of Complex PTSD and its cognitive behavioral treatment assisted further in cleaning out the old closet. I’m now elderly, and no longer fight with myself. Proud to be more than a survivor. Karen’s is another success story that I so enjoyed.

  • The article was very thorough and broadening as far as todays’ definitions of ‘normalcy’ vs labelling disagreements in degrees of childhood and adult psychological instability. I am very interested to read more of the parts from this author. And I do get the point of not overdramatizing emotional discordance and that suffering can be a boon. I’d add that loneliness, apart from solitude, requires courage, if only to wait, for it to pay off, assuming it’s a choice for a better gain. Still, in considering the whole picture I wondered about the source of so large a change from the wish to perform to an almost compulsory need to perform and to succeed at all costs. TikTok. The self-derision and extreme pressure result in increased anxiety, overwhelming shame over setbacks, and downward spirals. Nowadays, there’s a well of pigeonholing never before experienced. Currently, children are almost completely endocrinated through peer group evaluation, leaving them, as individuals and as a group, to the whims of less developed brains and decision making processes. These changes began in the 1950’s when educators promoted the concept that success is an apptitude derived from better sociability. Teachers and parents prescribed for their children more time with peers and less time with adults. Pre-school moved children as young as 3-years-old out of the home. Soon enough, young adults left for school, not so much to learn in classes, as to be among their preferred social groups. Approval became the accomplishment and disapproval the greatest fear. Healthy competition faded on post game social media. At the same time, mistrust of adults sprang from a lack of agreement, adult workplace substitution, and an unwillingness to truly safeguard their children’s very livelihood and environment. The examples are too many to include, though mass shooting is the most obvious. Another factor appears to be mistrust between the generations. In fact, society has kept far more secrets inside families and institutions, and many institutions themselves promoted behaviors that were notorious, violent, shameful, and normalized in retrospect. Extreme and disturbing adult behaviors were condoned, if not seen as glamorous. The legacy of generations of wreckless behavior and outright victimization handed down to a family’s offspring has been deeply seeded in emotional and development problems. The exploitation of children was and still remains a worldwide epidemic. And children see far more than we give them credit for. So we ask about childhood mental health symtoms with an eye toward what might be a hidden cause of failure to grow, or have fun, or to realize a gift and be able to freely use it? It may be that it’s nothing to fret about, yet, we have young adults leading protests in order to save their own lives, and adults playing defense, some even attacking them for their resolve and for showing up their failures. Perhaps depression as a concept is simply part of our vernacular, and not the full picture of a deep sense of inadequacy that children? While they’re tested all time time for their value, they live among adults who get away with murder, literally, or show extreme behaviors and relentless hypocrisy. Shameful and abusive adult behavior is to this day swept under the rug. Children ask themselves, what is reality and how does their subjective reality also get swept under the rug? These questions become the tormenting issues of their and our times. As we chase down the extreme challenges too long put off, our children know very well what future we have left them. Call it what you want. They feel the pressure and are showing the symptoms.