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I've always thought that stigma against people with mental illness came from ignorance. And when I'm confronted with someone who simply doesn't know much about mental health, I can explain myself, my story, and my viewpoints and stay pretty relaxed through the conversation. After all, there's plenty of stuff I'm ignorant about, and I generally like to give people the benefit of the doubt.

But what happens when the person expressing stigma is extremely intelligent? For me, it's far more complex and uneasy.

Her thesis was that mental illnesses didn't really existRecently at a party, I was introduced to a small group of people by someone who praised my book on mental illness. One of the women in the group asked me what it was about, and I told her that it was a cross country memoir in which I interviewed people who had been successfully treated for bipolar disorder. I had written the very book I needed to read when I was seventeen and diagnosed.

Successfully treated? She said, and she pulled me aside to talk further.

She was incredibly articulate and well educated, a university professor. And yet, her thesis was that mental illnesses didn't really exist. That wellness through medical treatment was a conjured fantasy by the marketers of medicine. In her view, the ways in which people are diagnosed and treated for mental illnesses are nothing more than shoddy methods devised by institutions with profit motives. These methods, she said, stripped individuals of their agency, their humanity and their money.

I agreed with many of her points; you don't have to be a PhD to know that our mental health care system is woefully flawed, and only the most naïve among us are without suspicion of Big Pharma. But to say that those of us who believe we have illnesses and pursue wellness are cogs in a vast exploitive machine deeply upset me. To deny the success of people with mental illness in achieving wellness seemed downright cruel.

I was pretty stunned. What can you do in these situations? Do you battle it out or just walk away? Is it worth it to try and "convert" people or is it better to just stay focused on what you believe and surrounded by people who support your beliefs?

I wondered how she could look me in the eye and think that I had been stripped of my humanity and my agency. I wondered how she figured that any person with mental illness could somehow get by without humanity or agency. In fact, I told her, people who pursue wellness must express agency. They have to constantly monitor moods and triggers; they have to navigate their way through the mental health care system; they have to take responsibility for the ways in which their illness has impaired their work and their relationships; they have to constantly and consistently pursue wellness. You want agency? I'll show you agency. I had to build my life up from total devastation at the age of seventeen after I became horrifyingly ill with bipolar disorder. That's agency.

I didn't say that. I couldn't somehow.

You can't operate socially with shame in the systemI told her that I have had contact with thousands of people and their families suffering from mental illness, and that there is no question in my mind that these illnesses are real. I tried to persuade her, but she didn't budge from her rhetoric. It was almost like she had an edge on me, simply because she only had an intellectual relationship to the subject, whereas I had a personal, emotional, political and intellectual relationship to the subject. I started to worry, is this what everybody at this party thinks? Is this what all of my friends really think? Looking back, I didn't stay as calm as I should have. I didn't make the points I could have. I let her get under my skin, and in doing so, I allowed her to shame me, and shame the work to which I've devoted most of my professional life. Of course you can't operate socially with shame in the system; it's like spilling coffee into your computer (which I have also done). Everything goes blank.

In the end, I invited the woman to come to one of my lectures and to meet a few families struggling with mental illness. I wanted her to test her judgmental and reductive rhetoric against actual human suffering, to expand her vitriolic assassination of American culture, business, and politics to acknowledge the painful reality of millions of Americans, with due empathy and respect. She said she would email me, and we'll see.

While considerably trying, it is meaningful to me to speak with people who don't agree with me. It is not only a key ingredient to my personal growth, it's an essential component of a healthy democracy. And I know that we can lessen stigma by being examples, and sources of information, in our communities. I encourage people all of the time to share their stories. I have shared my story with tens of thousands of people through lectures and through my book, and I have been rewarded in a million ways a million times over for my offering. But I'm not immune to stigma. Once is a while, I guess, I can expect to get stung.

By Lizzie Simon
Lizzie Simon is the author of the internationally acclaimed memoir, DETOUR: MY BIPOLAR ROAD TRIP IN 4-D (Atria Books, 2002) which is in its 6th printing and was optioned by MTV and HBO. She currently works with the National Mental Health Awareness Campaign, where she does public speaking promoting peer to peer outreach. She is also a freelance writer of celebrity profiles and exotic travel features.
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August 7, 2012
Dear Lizzie,
I am sorry this woman judged you wrongly. I have had similar experiences with judgement from other people concerning my own mental illness. It is very admirable that you are using the struggles in your life as a way to help other people who have the same struggle. Thank-you
Erin H.
November 4, 2011
This is what I think
David, I am a single mother. You are probably married to a healthy woman. I don't have any choice but to hold it together as best I can. You do have a choice: you have a wife who can help you. Others have people who can or will take care of them. Some of us don't. For us, it is either hold it together enough, or don't hold it together and have everything taken away from you.
Lisa A Gardner
Monterey, CA
November 1, 2011
Fascinating. I'm a 47 year old rapid cycling type II bipolar father of three with mixed states. Despite weekly psychiatric visits and meds on a good day all I can do is barely hold it together. Have been thinking of getting more involved with Chana's or Aish, but afraid of reception...
David bookbinder
Thornhill, Ontario, canada
May 11, 2011
This is what I think
While I myself have no fondness for the American society I live in, its extreme form of capitalism, democracy itself, and the de-facto rulership of ultra large multinational corporations, it is a fact that I live in that society and must exist within it. To do this I have to take my risperdal and my paroxetene every night. When I don't, my mind can tend to get 'out there' in ways which make it things difficult for me. This isn't me 'selling out' or 'being manipulated', it is me coping in a way that works for me... because there are two choices: learn to cope using the resources that are realistically available to me, or don't cope at all. I choose the former. When I live within an environment and in a society (perhaps in another life?) in which there is room for me to exist without needing meds, than I can stop taking them. Until then, I take the meds: I must cope, or else everything will be taken away from me. This is life in America: Cope or else.
Lisa in Monterey
Monterey, CA
March 21, 2009
Getting married to a non-ill man has been the greatest accomplishment of my life. I am bipolar and had a major, huge incident when my doctor lowered my medicine. The fact that I held on to my marriage after that took a lot of effort but thank G-d it has not only survived but thrived since then. I've always felt lonely in my illness because I know no one in my daily life who has it- no family members, no friends. Every time there's an incident I face a massive flow of pity and general ignorance as to how to deal with it. I think the thoughts and images I see when I'm sick are beyond the realm of the professionals' expertise- although faithful to the psychiatrist I give no credit to the mental health workers, and nobody I know gets it, least of all my newly initiated husband. And of course there's life aside from the illness, which doesn't always follow your best-laid plans. As much as I attempt to be a regular person in the world, I'm different or at least feel so.
Anonymous
brooklyn, ny
February 28, 2009
I allowed it to be hidden all these years.
I have hidden my illness of bipolar for over 20 years because of the stigma I would be subjected to if people knew. I have suffered severely for years untreated and trying to handle it myself which has resulted in poor physical health condition as well. I'm 47 years old and have been through numerous jobs, moves and relationships and seen all come and go. My mother was the only one to tell me something was wrong and she thought it was related to biopolar disorder in my late thirties.
wendy tischendorf
February 18, 2009
The sorrow of Stigma
I say sorrow, but for me, now 5 years on since i was put in to the psychiatric ward and diagnosed with bipolar I find the stigma almost amusing, amusing because people in our community dont even realise they are doing it, Every 'friend' except 1 'dropped' me when i became ill, people including family crossed the street, when i left the torah way after being in the ward for 9 months noone reached out, I heard what people were saying about me heard their whisperings and negative comments, now i laugh at them because i just feel so sorry for them, looking back i have gained so much emotional depth as a result of my illness, i have learned what is and what is not important i have learned to value people for who not what they are. I have married a wonderul man who knows that i was ill, and has accepted that part of me. The world and especially the frum community (which i can proudly say i have now returned to,albiet in a much deeper way) need to wake up and realise it could happen to you to!
Anonymous
London, United Kingdom
February 12, 2009
living with bipolar
i've been battling bipolar all my life - i've experienced the medicines working and not working. i've learned of things that help and do not help. but the most important thing i've learned is that doubting the physiological realness of this illness carries a heavy price. many sufferers spend much time going back and forth between acceptance and unacceptance of their reality. this often leads to going off meds and decompensation into manic or depressive states. it's hard to be fully confident in a diagnosis of an illness that you cannot see and touch. but we must!!! i too speak freely about my illness but i will not argue. it is too upsetting to have someone tell me that my illness is just my inability to cope and function in the world - i just don't try hard enough. When I come upon a situation as this, I say "Well thank you for your thoughts" and literally walk away (or hang up the phone). for persistent pests... "I'll let you know when I want your advice"!!
Randi Sinel
New York, New York
July 19, 2007
Even intelligent people don't know everything (although some of them seem to truly believe they do). There's no way to compare an academic analysis and experiencing it, as you have. As distressing as it is to be confronted with this woman's attitude, she cannot KNOW what you are talking about, especially if she is convinced of her own theories. This is similar to the difference between hearing and seeing. When you hear something, someone can later come along and bring all sorts of proofs and evidence to make you doubt yourself. However, if you were there and saw it with your own eyes, nothing will convince you otherwise.

This is the significance of the fact that all Jews from all generations were present at the giving of the Torah on Mount Sinai. We all saw it with our own eyes, and are therefore confident of its authenticy and relevance to us.

Your article is well written and will hopefully make people more aware and sensitive to others.
Rochel
July 18, 2007
I'm so sorry that this unfeeling woman denigrated you. Unfortunately, her comments are very common. I have a chronic serious depressive illness and fibromyalgia. I am very much better now, but my illnesses are in large part biochemical and neurological and they will never totally go away. Sometimes the best that you can do is mentally dismiss the stupid (intelligent does not necessarily mean smart) person and her comments and know that you are correct. I plan to read your book.
Marcy Arbitman
Evanston
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