The bandwagon is barely rolling as yet, but there are plenty people who are qualified to jump on: the National Institute of Mental Health estimates that 5.7 million Americans over 18 suffer from bipolar disorder, which mainly affects moods, and 1.8 deal with schizophrenia, described as a thought disorder. Other mental illnesses, such as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, also affect an increasing portion of the population.
Rather than suffer in the shadows, some who deal with mental illnesses have taken their concerns beyond therapy groups, chat rooms, and blogs. They seek to fight the stigma of mental illness more openly by embracing the term "mad" and bringing attention to the issues of prejudice that persons with mental diseases often face. While mental illness is no laughing matter, some (like popular blogger Liz Spikol) find it helpful to take their conditions in stride and use humor as a means of helping others understand.
Mental health activists see the issue as a matter of human rights, and argue that being "mad" due to mental illness does not prevent persons from being a positive and contributing members of society. To draw attention to the issue, loosely connected groups in at least seven countries have sponsored "Mad Pride" events that reportedly drew thousands of participants.
Mindfreedom International, a non-profit mental health advocacy group, promotes such events in support of its vision to "Unite in a spirit of mutual cooperation for a nonviolent revolution of mental health human rights and choice."
If you think it sounds strange to hear someone embrace the term "mad" as a positive rather than pejorative adjective, folks in London have taken ownership of the term "bonkers," sponsoring a "Bonkersfest" in 2007 and planning others, including one at the original Bedlam asylum, in 2008.The Icarus Project, whose motto is "Navigating the space between brilliance and madness," maintains a Website that provides information and facilitates contacts between Mad Pride groups, including one in Asheville, N.C.
Supporters hope that "pride" events and more open discussion will help sufferers of mental illness to have more confidence in themselves while encouraging others to be more accepting of them and their illness.
I have known many people who face various mental or emotional challenges with courage and grace, often living high-functioning lives despite having to devote extra energy to fighting off inner demons that most of us don't have to confront.
"Mad" or not, they've already earned my respect.

2 comments:
This post reminded me of an experience I had when in Toronto, ON two months ago. For several days, Campbell’s BSU group went to join people with various disorders (most all of them had a mental disorder) to work on an assembly line through the Salvation Army. We blow-dried the plastic wrapping on items sold in stores, made “sorry you missed your flight kits” for Air Canada, and did all kinds of logistical work on the assembly line. One thing that struck me as different was that the people were so open about their disabilities, and they were even able to make a few jokes about the situation. Occasionally, one of them might come up to you and say “so what is wrong with you?” with a smile on their face. A student who volunteers often with the mentally disabled here in the US said that she was really surprised, yet encouraged, by the differences she was able to see in how comfortable people were with their condition in Canada as opposed to the US.
Ah, finally! I can bask in my vast experience being manic depressive (the new nicer term is bipolar).
When first faced with this illness, I was put in the hospital and given shock treatments. The hit of Demerol before the treatments was kinda nice. I didn't have many, and thank God it doesn't seem like it hurt me. What it basically did was make me forget whatever it was that caused me to have my nervous breakdown on my 18th birthday. That was 1969, the height of the Vietnam War. At least I got a 4F classification. My lottery number turned out to be too high for me to be drafted anyway.
Looking back on my life, I kinda wish I had joined the service, but I guess I was just not grown up enough then to know it.
Over the years I finally learned that what was making me "go crazy" was taking speed. Once I learned to not do that, I've not had any more episodes. 18 years now.
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