Ahhh the old chestnut of where folk like me who suffer with mental health issues are perceived as “crazy” or “mad” or not being “quite right in the head” these comments I find offensive. I am not mad and certainly not crazy, I am a human being who struggles with certain aspects of my past which creeps into my present.
Back in the old days, in the Victorian era those who suffered with mental health illness were classed as insane and inhumane treatments such as the straitjacket were used to pacify such patients who were a danger to themselves or others and then placed in a padded room for god knows how many hours, electric shock treatment was another way to treat mental illness, (this is still used present day but under general anaesthesia in a hospital setting) these were before medicines were born to treat depressive conditions in the 1950’s and the most commonly prescribed drug, Prozac or fluoxetine was introduced into the world of psychiatry in the 1980’s and is usually the first go to drug for doctors. I tried it and it didn’t work for me at all but again it’s trial and error.
Asylums-ahhh they don’t exist anymore, there are special wards for mental health patients who have severe mental health issues normally either being detained under the Mental Health Act ( Sectioned) for treatment in a hospital setting. Some patients can go freely but this means they can also leave freely too. Being sectioned is never taken lightly and is usually the last resort after other options have been exhausted.
Soooo I’m not possessed by some devil or anything like that, it was series of events that happened during my life as a child that brought on my mental health illnesses, caused by abuse and growing up in a hell hole.