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"Imagine a society that subjects people to conditions that make them terribly unhappy, then gives them the drugs to take away their unhappiness. Science fiction? It is already happening to some extent in our own society... Instead of removing the conditions that make people depressed, modern society gives them antidepressant drugs. In effect, antidepressants are a means of modifying an individual's internal state in such a way as to enable him to tolerate social conditions that he would otherwise find intolerable."

"The concept of "mental health" in our society is defined largely by the extent to which an individual behaves in accord with the needs of the system and does so without showing signs of stress."

"Our society tends to regard as a sickness any mode of thought or behavior that is inconvenient for the system and this is plausible because when an individual doesn't fit into the system it causes pain to the individual as well as problems for the system. Thus the manipulation of an individual to adjust him to the system is seen as a cure for a sickness and therefore as good."

Uncle Ted was right, that's how I'm doing.
 
I'm catching up on Chantel, I don't know Gorlicbread but he sounds like yellowflash and it's funny.
This is also testing my attention span, it's not very good.
 
This reminds me to some extent of what happened to my late dad. It was one of those "get rid of the geezers" initiatives. So they bought him out. He could have turned it down, but why would he turn down a deal where they paid him to do nothing?

Then they realized he actually did shit. And nobody else knew how to do that shit. So shit came to a standstill. They came to him and asked him please please fix this shit only you know how to do. He told them to go fuck themselves, he was enjoying golfing.

They ended up having to pay him triple his previous wages to train other people to do what he knew to do. This was while he was already collecting his pension, almost his previous wages for doing nothing.
At my place, absolutely no one is irreplaceable. Even exceptionally strong performers, hell, even the c-suite and adjacent are expendable. If the cfo or ceo (or cio or coo or clo or cro or cco, etc) of the whole enterprise or a constituent business dropped dead tomorrow there would just be another one.

...

Got word late this week that my area's C-level has now taken an interest in scrutinizing in-office days and hours/ day reporting for people possibly strategically taking half pto days (which is the minimum PTO allowed for salaried people; we can't take 2 hours or whatever) but still working bc if you take a half day, that day does not count against you for in-office day quotas. That is: people burning up their pto benefit but still working while "on PTO" are now a problem. They now consider literal free labor a fireable offense.
 
"The concept of "mental health" in our society is defined largely by the extent to which an individual behaves in accord with the needs of the system and does so without showing signs of stress."
If we're talking about stuff like depression or autism, sure.

Schizophrenia? Bipolar? ASPD? PTSD? Then nah this is lowkey garbage.

I think a lot of "anti-psychiatry" proselytizers forget that there are some people with actual problems outside of "I've been in a slump". Where their average week is "The trees are talking to me, they want to kill me", but I'm sure their circumstances just need to be altered juuuuuust a smidge!
 
If we're talking about stuff like depression or autism, sure.

Schizophrenia? Bipolar? ASPD? PTSD? Then nah this is lowkey garbage.

I think a lot of "anti-psychiatry" proselytizers forget that there are some people with actual problems outside of "I've been in a slump". Where their average week is "The trees are talking to me, they want to kill me", but I'm sure their circumstances just need to be altered juuuuuust a smidge!
Yes, please. Take away my medication and throw me into the woods so my attitude adjusts just a smidge, aka let the darkness consume me so I strip the bark from the trees and create treebark-armor and become Flanagan! The mighty tree whisperer!

Nature shall bend to my will! /sneed
 
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About what?
I just feel so lost in the world, what's the point of it, why I must stay in it. I know that's my fault for skipping my meds today, but it's like the full force of everything wrong with my mind came bearing down.
 
I just feel so lost in the world, what's the point of it, why I must stay in it. I know that's my fault for skipping my meds today, but it's like the full force of everything wrong with my mind came bearing down.
Take your meds, try not to get too doomer pilled in your own head, it's not good. I do the same a lot too, it's never helpful.
 
I just feel so lost in the world, what's the point of it, why I must stay in it. I know that's my fault for skipping my meds today, but it's like the full force of everything wrong with my mind came bearing down.
Aren't you that self-hating negro? You've probably just stayed up too late.

I ain't too good about this neither, but it helps me if I just do some fucking pushups and bite the bullet of anything else I'm anxious about. How about it? Just tire yourself out with something and go to bed already. Well, if it's late enough anyway. Just keep yourself busy. It's a lot easier to sleep well if you got something halfway decent done, you know? It's cheap to say, I know, but it's the best I can give you.
 
Aren't you that self-hating negro? You've probably just stayed up too late.

I ain't too good about this neither, but it helps me if I just do some fucking pushups and bite the bullet of anything else I'm anxious about. How about it? Just tire yourself out with something and go to bed already. Well, if it's late enough anyway. Just keep yourself busy. It's a lot easier to sleep well if you got something halfway decent done, you know? It's cheap to say, I know, but it's the best I can give you.
Maybe I just do need some good rest. Thanks.
 
i think we are finally stable...he has been seizure free for nearly 24 hours, and they started the TPN. this week has been the worst ever, and i realized that i need to be way more thankful for things, instead of complaining about things that ultimately dont even matter.
hes not responding still though, and im hoping to god its from the absolute deluge of hardcore medications they have been giving him. :heart-full:
 
As nice as it sounds that kinda job is disastrous for your mental health in its own way. Your brain knows on a deep primordial level when it's a needless bullshit job.
No shit. Fun. Great to have a job when the only time you're awake is smoking weed on the roof. But yeah, it eventually ends up with shit like you getting fired for calling the CEO a cocksucker during a meeting and telling him to kill himself.
 
You can project a shell of normality but you still know you are not intact.
This resonates. Kind of how I feel. Dancing around the pit, a normal veneer and utterly broken under it.
i think we are finally stable...he has been seizure free for nearly 24 hours, and they started the TPN. this week has been the worst ever, and i realized that i need to be way more thankful for things, instead of complaining about things that ultimately dont even matter.
hes not responding still though, and im hoping to god its from the absolute deluge of hardcore medications they have been giving him. :heart-full:
You must be exhausted. Don’t beat yourself up about not bring cheerily grateful for everything, while it’s good to take perspective it’s hard to live like that. You do have a tough situation.
I hope he continues to stabilise and improve, and you get that response soon. Take care of yourself as well, after stuff like this there’s an adrenaline crash.
 
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Let me be a whiny faggot for a second here

I had a dream last night about my parents, both of them but mainly my dad. I visited them and at one point I looked in the mirror. We all looked like a decade older and I could see both of their features as I remembered them charted on my face. I then woke up and noticed that my eyes were wet for some reason.

I do not remember what my dad looks like. My mom's face gets more blurry in my mind as time goes on. My dad tried to reach out to me last year. I admit I didnt know what to do or say because I am afraid he doesn't have much time left and I don't know what I will regret more, never really getting to know him or getting to know him and then losing him immediately after.
 
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