"Bipolar" itself is a dodge. It used to be called "Manic-Depressive," and it was shit even then.
The pathologization of human emotion is fucking ridiculous, and I am so fucking tired of it. Happiness and sadness are now illnesses, and nobody has any agency over the things they do. There are no crimes, only "mental illness" and seriously screw all of this stupid shit.
"Having dealt with" a person who has a "condition" that didn't exist before something like 1990, doesn't give you special insight into the particulars of whatever it is that ails that person.
There isn't any such thing as "bipolar." Look at the word. "Bipolar." Two ends. Two ends of what, exactly? It literally means vascillating between two endpoints, and as I already said, those points used to be described as "manic" (positive) and "depressive" (negative). It literally means you got a case of the sometimes-happy-sometime-sads.
This doesn't mean that the person who gets this diagnosis is just fine and should suck it up. It means that this particular way of describing human activity, human dealing with emotion, isn't correct. It's a catch-trap that ends up more conforming-to-standard than it does actually helping people deal with their shit.
Then say that, instead of adhering to a stupid term that means "case of the happy-sads," which is what "bipolar" means.
Except that this doesn't happen, because it means acknowledging that the problem isn't an illness that just blows in from the fucking Western winds, but an irregularity in a person's capacity for emotional regulation, which starts to touch the third rail of psychology, which is that people have the ability to affect their own emotional state and resultant reactions.
And we can't have that. Because why? Because fuck-all.
"Bipolar" itself is a dodge. It used to be called "Manic-Depressive," and it was shit even then.
The pathologization of human emotion is fucking ridiculous, and I am so fucking tired of it. Happiness and sadness are now illnesses, and nobody has any agency over the things they do. There are no crimes, only "mental illness" and seriously screw all of this stupid shit.
"Having dealt with" a person who has a "condition" that didn't exist before something like 1990, doesn't give you special insight into the particulars of whatever it is that ails that person.
There isn't any such thing as "bipolar." Look at the word. "Bipolar." Two ends. Two ends of what, exactly? It literally means vascillating between two endpoints, and as I already said, those points used to be described as "manic" (positive) and "depressive" (negative). It literally means you got a case of the sometimes-happy-sometime-sads.
This doesn't mean that the person who gets this diagnosis is just fine and should suck it up. It means that this particular way of describing human activity, human dealing with emotion, isn't correct. It's a catch-trap that ends up more conforming-to-standard than it does actually helping people deal with their shit.
Then say that, instead of adhering to a stupid term that means "case of the happy-sads," which is what "bipolar" means.
Except that this doesn't happen, because it means acknowledging that the problem isn't an illness that just blows in from the fucking Western winds, but an irregularity in a person's capacity for emotional regulation, which starts to touch the third rail of psychology, which is that people have the ability to affect their own emotional state and resultant reactions.
And we can't have that. Because why? Because fuck-all.