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This is a perennial question, of course. It's a lot like curing an addict, there has to be some self-awareness and desire to address the problem otherwise it's just a waste of everyone's time. And even where such awareness exists, it's an uphill battle.How does one cure a Munchie? I started thinking about it with the mom one that is always in bed and doesn't want to see her kids.
That woman would without a doubt be best off institutionalized. Not because it would get her better, but because it would remove her ability to harm her kids (she IS harming them) and would give her husband peace of mind that his obligations had been fulfilled and he could shift focus permanently.
Charlotte Perkins Gilman is going to get the sisterhood to hunt you down for saying such things.Maybe isolating them from social media and these munchie circlejerking sessions?
(Turns out that people trying to solve the somatoform woman problem have tried that one before. The patients don't like it very much, but it seems to work, some of the time. No worse than anything else that was tried.)
edit: here is the evil, patriarchal, inhumane, cruel regimen prescribed to CPG resulting in the Yellow Wallpaper:
Perkins-Gilman married Charles Stetson in 1884, and less than a year later gave birth to their daughter Katharine. Already susceptible to depression, her symptoms were exacerbated by marriage and motherhood. A good proportion of her diary entries from the time she gave birth to her daughter until several years later describe the oncoming depression that she was to face.[11]
After nine weeks[when?], Gilman was sent home with Mitchell's instructions, "Live as domestic a life as possible. Have your child with you all the time ... Lie down an hour after each meal. Have but two hours' intellectual life a day. And never touch pen, brush or pencil as long as you live." She tried for a few months to follow Mitchell's advice, but her depression deepened, and Gilman came perilously close to a full emotional collapse.[12] Her remaining sanity was on the line and she began to display suicidal behavior that involved talk of pistols and chloroform, as recorded in her husband's diaries. By early summer the couple had decided that a divorce was necessary for her to regain sanity without affecting the lives of her husband and daughter.[13]
This was "spend time with your family, rest a lot and be kind to yourself, and get the fuck off Twitter" for her era. And this doctor lives in infamy as an evil hater. Huh.