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I mean, I really want to become a doctor; but… at the same time, what if God wants them to die? I mean, what if I’m interfering with his plan?
First-year, science major submitted by  (via shitrichcollegekidssay)

feministwomenofcolor:

andreashettle:

avioletmind:

THE first time it was an ear, nose and throat doctor. I had an emergency visit for an ear infection, which was causing a level of pain I hadn’t experienced since giving birth. He looked at the list of drugs I was taking for my bipolar disorder and closed my chart.

“I don’t feel comfortable prescribing anything,” he said. “Not with everything else you’re on.” He said it was probably safe to take Tylenol and politely but firmly indicated it was time for me to go. The next day my eardrum ruptured and I was left with minor but permanent hearing loss.

Another time I was lying on the examining table when a gastroenterologist I was seeing for the first time looked at my list of drugs and shook her finger in my face. “You better get yourself together psychologically,” she said, “or your stomach is never going to get any better.”

If you met me, you’d never know I was mentally ill. In fact, I’ve gone through most of my adult life without anyone ever knowing — except when I’ve had to reveal it to a doctor. And that revelation changes everything. It wipes clean the rest of my résumé, my education, my accomplishments, reduces me to a diagnosis.

I was surprised when, after one of these run-ins, my psychopharmacologist said this sort of behavior was all too common. At least 14 studies have shown that patients with a serious mental illness receive worse medical care than “normal” people. Last year the World Health Organization called the stigma and discrimination endured by people with mental health conditions “a hidden human rights emergency.”

I never knew it until I started poking around, but this particular kind of discriminatory doctoring has a name. It’s called “diagnostic overshadowing.”

According to a review of studies done by the Institute of Psychiatry at King’s College, London, it happens a lot. As a result, people with a serious mental illness — including bipolar disorder, major depression, schizophrenia and schizoaffective disorder — end up with wrong diagnoses and are under-treated.

That is a problem, because if you are given one of these diagnoses you probably also suffer from one or more chronic physical conditions: though no one quite knows why, migraines, irritable bowel syndrome and mitral valve prolapse often go hand in hand with bipolar disorder.

Less mysterious is the weight gain associated with most of the drugs used to treat bipolar disorder and schizophrenia, which can easily snowball into diabetes, high blood pressure, high cholesterol and cardiovascular disease. The drugs can also sedate you into a state of zombiedom, which can make going to the gym — or even getting off your couch — virtually impossible.

It’s little wonder that many people with a serious mental illness don’t seek medical attention when they need it. As a result, many of us end up in emergency rooms — where doctors, confronted with an endless stream of drug addicts who come to their door looking for an easy fix — are often all too willing to equate mental illness with drug-seeking behavior and refuse to prescribe pain medication.

I should know: a few years ago I had a persistent migraine, and after weeks trying to get an appointment with any of the handful of headache specialists in New York City, I broke down and went to the E.R. My husband filled out paperwork and gave the nurse my list of drugs. The doctors finally agreed to give me something stronger than what my psychopharmacologist could prescribe for the pain and hooked me up to an IV.

I lay there for hours wearing sunglasses to block out the fluorescent light, waiting for the pain relievers to kick in. But the headache continued. “They gave you saline and electrolytes,” my psychopharmacologist said later. “Welcome to being bipolar.”

When I finally saw the specialist two weeks later (during which time my symptoms included numbness and muscle weakness), she accused me of being “a serious cocaine user” (I don’t touch the stuff) and of displaying symptoms of “la belle indifference,” a 19th-century term for a kind of hysteria in which the patient converts emotional symptoms into physical ones — i.e., it was all in my head.

Indeed, given my experience over the last two decades, I shouldn’t have been surprised by the statistics I found in the exhaustive report “Morbidity and Mortality in People with Serious Mental Illness,” a review of studies published in 2006 that provides an overview of recommendations and general call to arms by the National Association of State Mental Health Program Directors. The take-away: people who suffer from a serious mental illness and use the public health care system die 25 years earlier than those without one.

True, suicide is a big factor, accounting for 30 to 40 percent of early deaths. But 60 percent die of preventable or treatable conditions. First on the list is, unsurprisingly, cardiovascular disease. Two studies showed that patients with both a mental illness and a cardiovascular condition received about half the number of follow-up interventions, like bypass surgery or cardiac catheterization, after having a heart attack than did the “normal” cardiac patients.

The report also contains a list of policy recommendations, including designating patients with serious mental illnesses as a high-priority population; coordinating and integrating mental and physical health care for such people; education for health care workers and patients; and a quality-improvement process that supports increased access to physical health care and ensures appropriate prevention, screening and treatment services.

Such changes, if implemented, might make a real difference. And after seven years of no change, signs of movement are popping up, particularly among academic programs aimed at increasing awareness of mental health issues. Several major medical schools now have programs in the medical humanities, an emerging field that draws on diverse disciplines including the visual arts, humanities, music and science to make medical students think differently about their patients. And Johns Hopkins offers a doctor of public health with a specialization in mental health.

Perhaps the most notable of these efforts — and so far the only one of its kind — is the narrative medicine program at Columbia University Medical Center, which starts with the premise that there is a disconnect between health care and patients and that health care workers need to start listening to what their patients are telling them, and not just looking at what’s written on their charts.

According to the program’s mission statement, “The effective practice of health care requires the ability to recognize, absorb, interpret, and act on the stories and plights of others. Medicine practiced with narrative competence is a model for humane and effective medical practice.”

We can only hope that humanizing programs like this one become a requirement for all health care workers. Maybe then “first, do no harm” will apply to everyone, even the mentally ill.

The author of the novel “Too Bright to Hear Too Loud to See” and a co-editor of “Voices of Bipolar Disorder: The Healing Companion.”

Reblogging because this is the sort of thing that needs signal boosting the heck out of it. Probably many of the people who see this in my Tumblr are people who already know from first-hand experience as a patient. Probably most of the people who even know my Tumblr exists are not in a position to perpetuate this problem (because they aren’t doctors).  But I figure if more people get info like this circulating, maybe eventually someone in a better position to reach more doctors with this kind of information and open serious dialogue about how to address the problem will come across this.

Until then, at least a better informed patient population can, I hope, be in a better position to advocate for themselves—if not always as individuals then perhaps as groups.

Something to think about. 

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bidyke:

First - some background:

  • I’ve been seeing more and more people on tumblr arguing that monosexism can’t exist because gay and lesbian people don’t benefit from the oppression of bi people
  • This is a rebuttal of this argument
  • However, monosexism isn’t about gay and lesbian

fizzylimon:

jackinaction:

bonnsexuality:

sam-cortland:

Never apologize for your fluency in english.
If you have a different mother tongue, you are under no obligation to know english at all, let alone fluent english.
Never let anyone make you feel bad for not…

comeupkid415:

lolfactory:

The anthropologists decided that this tribe was to remain “uncontacted”.

This is one of the best things iv seen today

comeupkid415:

lolfactory:

The anthropologists decided that this tribe was to remain “uncontacted”.

This is one of the best things iv seen today

circuitbird:

footstepsinthefrost:

Why is the blame for romanticizing mental illness lodged at teenage girls documenting/trying to cope with their struggles with mental illness and not grown men who make movies about how medication is evil and schizophrenia is magic powers.

I’m just gonna reblog this every time I see it.

amazighprincex:

Malcolm X: During slavery, the same slave master who owned us put his last name on us to denote that we were his property. So that when you see a Negro today who’s named Johnson, if you go back in his history you’ll find that his grandfather or one of his forefathers was owned by a white man who was named Johnson. His name is Bunch, his grandfather was owned by a white man that was named Bunch.

My father didn’t know his last name. My father got his last name from his grandfather and his grandfather got it from his grandfather who got it from the slave master. The real names of our people were destroyed during slavery. The last name of my forefathers was taken from them when they were brought to America and made slaves, and then, the name of the slave master was given which we reject…

Interviewer: You mean you won’t even tell me what your father’s supposed last name was or gifted last name was?

Malcolm X: I never acknowledge it whatsoever.

infamymonster:

rifa:

literatenonsense:

exgynocraticgrrl:

Malcolm X: Our History Was Destroyed By Slavery 

on March 17, 1963 in Chicago.

see how little we get taught about history - I never had any idea why Malcolm X used the ‘X’. 

How come I didn’t know this

Also that crusty old white man called the named ‘gifted’. Jesus.

'GIFTED' Kill me

People who dismiss the unemployed and dependent as ‘parasites’ fail to understand economics and parasitism. A successful parasite is one that is not recognized by its host, one that can make its host work for it without appearing as a burden. Such is the ruling class in a capitalist society.
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thisisnotjapan:

sapphrikah:

yellowxperil:

yellowxperil:

mothkult:

yellowxperil:

mothkult:

yellowxperil:

i need to stop seeing this shit come up on my dashboard. stop mimicking “black men” when you invoke predatory sexuality. recognize it and stop doing it. recognize the part youre playing in perpetuating the deadly myth of the black male rapist.

and read this: "Rape, Racism and the Myth of the Black Rapist" from Angela Davis’s Women Race and Class

I understand what is said here, and agree. But I think the pictures/gifs used to demonstrate were a bad choice, only one directly points to the “Predator” being a black man. Just an observation.

find out what aave is and come back

Point made, I was just giving an observation. I agree with your post 100% , but I think there are better examples

absolutely there are. but i made this post as a direct response to seeing the first two gifsets go viral around tumblr’s feminist community. i added the third screenshot to further contextualize my point. a lot of feminists i followm reblogged the hell out of the first two, obviously not seeing that they were using racism to fight sexism.

i also still think you’re failing to see that these are GOOD examples. because in neo-liberal media, overt racism isn’t as pervasive as “subtle” racism. so it’s exactly those first two posts that ppl need to be more aware of. because they might not be trained to see the racism in those situations where it’s not blatant. and that’s exactly what happened when those posts went viral.

this post is going around again a little bit so i want to add a thought process i’ve developed since this post’s conception. if you don’t actually think this is a thing (like some of you reblogging this to say black ppl are reaching bc you assumed op, i, was black) keep a notepad with you for a few weeks and write down every time a non-black person slips into aave (in speech, in a text message, on facebook, whatever.) then next to that, write down why. i’ve done this, and the second column never strayed from three overlapping categories:

1) jocose sexual predation (as in the examples above. real life examples: “AY GIRL, lemme holla atcha!” “lemme get cho numba.. ay yo where you goin’?” on someone’s selfie/profile pic: “DAYUM.” “damn ma, you is fiiiiine.”) verbally, this is, without fail, accompanied by a faked very deep voice. wonder why?

2) jocose aggression (real life examples: “YO FUCK DAT NOISE I AIN’T ABOUT DAT, FUCK DA HATERZ” “WHO IS YOU” “YO ima STOMP that FOOL!” "im finna snatch this bitch weave")

3) being loud (real life examples: “MUH FUCKIN HOMIE” “FO REAL DO” “ooo girrrlll!!!” )

so we slip into aave when we’re putting on sexual predation, aggression, and loudness. what does that tell us about stereotypes of black americans?

your solidarity is so real I wanna weep.

since I’ve reblogged this last time I’ve seen like 3 videos sketches with white/ non-black women doing this
Literally every time I see a joke about street harassment it’s like this
stop