Oh the Vanity

Facebook is the ultimate in status and vanity these days, it seems. How hot is your profile picture? How many cows did you save? How often do you update your status? How many friends do you have? Golly, even I’m not immune. Not that I am the pinnacle of that which is pure and holy, I’d just like to think of myself as above all of that.

It would appear not.

I noticed, a number of weeks ago, that an acquaintance-who-shall-remain-unnamed had changed me to a limited view of their profile. Slight insult ensued, but since we were not the most excellent of friends I decided to not care. Besides, the main reason for viewing that particular profile was mainly for its entertainment value.

Last night, when online for various reasons (school work, I promise!), I noticed I was down a friend. How I noticed, I don’t know. I swear that I do not sit and count my friends, my number had just been one with a large proportion of the number “8” which is my favourite number, so it stood out to me. I know, I’m strange. Get over it.

Today, I discovered who that minus one friend is: acquaintance-who-shall-remain-unnamed. Hah! The interesting thing is, our mutual friends are still mutual friends, there has been no “unfriending” of the others.

Take insult or laugh in this person’s face?

Here We Go Again

And thus we begin another term of school: two down and two to go. That full week and a half off didn’t really feel like a break with all of the traveling that I did in there. Mind you, it was very nice to not have to take any school work with me to Montreal.

Today, the next course opened: Research Methods. Now don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against research methods. I think it is a valuable component of any degree… I would just like to learn something new. I logged on to the course site earlier this week and began the readings. It is all review. In fact, it is less than review. I don’t think it will be even as in depth as any of my undergraduate courses.

I have, in my undergraduate degree, completed no less than five courses in research methods and statistics. In those courses, I wrote research proposals, I conducted experiments and collected data, I had labs where I used statistics software and analyzed my data, I wrote formal reports. Heck, one prof even used some of our data for her research.

When I wrote the school and asked for permission to not take the course, I was told I could only have that if my courses were taken at the graduate level. Fair enough, I can live with that. Maybe I’ll learn something more if it is a “graduate” course.

Then, I opened the text book and read the first sentence: “A course in research methods is possibly the most important course you will ever take in your psychology undergraduate career.” Kill me now.

In Brief

  • Final paper of the term done. I’m quite fond of it. Title: “I
 and
 Thou: 
Spirituality, therapeutic
 presence,
 and 
becoming 
human through dialogical 
relationship 
in 
humanistic 
psychotherapies.”
  • I now get a week and a bit off, though the next course will open in a week so I should really start reading then.
  • I made eatmore bars last night and I have eaten more than I should have.
  • I leave tomorrow on the red-eye for Montreal! I’ll be there for four days – a wedding, a confirmation, and 3 or 5 birthdays!
  • I’m going to experiment with tweeting from the sky. We’ll see if that works or not.
  • Photos via twitter will likely be my primary mode of sharing photos of the weekend until I get back because computer is staying right here.

Last week, I was, by all accounts, prolific on the blog.
This week, I have had the realization that the sooner I write the paper that is due next Tuesday, the sooner I start my 2 weeks of holidays. Here’s to finishing sooner rather than later! (Consequently, you won’t hear much from me until the paper is done. Unless it is going rather badly.)

Things that Make Me Happy

  • New music from the public library
  • Being able to wake up without the alarm clock
  • Dinner with [new] friends
  • Productive meetings for exciting things
  • Taking a break and resting in God’s presence
  • Quiet reflection and peaceful moments
  • Wind and rain to remind me of God’s power in creation
  • New toys to play with
  • A clean bathroom
  • Life calming down (for now)
  • Finally getting permission to take 2 courses at once this summer meaning I’ll be done all my course work before I go to Myanmar in November
  • A fantastic new dress
  • Possible trip in June

Disillusionment

I’ve long been sceptical of the big drug corporations and their hold on our understanding of mental illnesses. While I don’t deny the usefulness of medications in treatment, I don’t think that they are necessarily the best choice or the only choice. Additionally, there is come compelling evidence that major pharmaceutical companies are going into other countries and exporting the Western/North American conception of mental illness, essentially redrawing the line between normal and abnormal in these cultures so that they can enlarge their market.

I recently heard a discussion on CBC “Q” where journalist Ethan Watters was talking about his new book, “Crazy Like Us: The Globalization of the American Psyche.” I haven’t read the book yet, though I have it on hold at the public library. From the interview, he talks about this very thing. [For the interview with Jian on Q, you can find it here (first 20 minutes of the program “Q the Podcast 2010-04-05 Regina Spektor”). For a video of an interview at Berkley, go here (the first half is interview, the second half is Q&A).]

Last month in my course, we were asked the question “Why is medication considered the mainstay in the treatment of psychotic disorders?” I had difficulty with this question, not because I have little to say on that topic (the opposite would appear to be the case) but because of the assumption it seems to make in that medications should be the mainstay treatment.

My immediate and cynical response to that question was “Because they are a relatively easy treatment that rapidly deals with psychosis and ‘fixes’ the thing that makes an individual stand out from the masses. We don’t like strangeness and difference.” Our society seems to have a preoccupation with medication and using it to control everything, including psychosis. The big pharmaceuticals are okay with that because that is how they make money. Because we are unable to cure something like schizophrenia, we concentrate on keeping it under control so that the individual can have a “normal” life. But what is a “normal” life? I’ve read some research by social psychologists working cross-culturally stating that recovery rates for schizophrenia prior to the advent of antipsychotics were closer to 60%, and that they are still around that rate in developing countries without access to antipsychotics. In North America, recovery rates for schizophrenia are basically 0%. A WHO report studying schizophrenia internationally, suggests that individuals with schizophrenia have a much better outcome in developing countries where access to antipsychotic medications are less readily available. Additionally, there is some research suggesting that medications actually do some damage to the brain, making recovery impossibly.

So after doing a lot of research, I am still wrestling with the problem of “why medication?” and how it became such a mainstay of treatment. Is it merely a money grab by the big corporations? I dunno.

After visiting a number of developing countries and spending time with regular people, I’ve seen the differences in the way people interact with each other (or don’t) and help each other. I am led to wonder, then, if medications are perhaps a “band aid” solution (because I do not deny that medications work for treating symptoms) for a deeper, societal problem.

All of this to say that I am growing disillusioned with the accepted ways of dealing with mental illness in North America and horrified that we would export our ineffective methods to other countries merely because we are the experts and we want their money. The pride and arrogance of that is astounding. My challenge now, as someone pursuing counselling and interested in cross-cultural experiences is finding a way to lose that hubris associated with my profession and approach people in a meaningful way without transferring my preconceived notions to them.

On the Way to the Cross

Simon helps Jesus carry his cross (Station III)


As they led him away, they seized a man, Simon of Cyrene, who was coming from the country, ad they laid the cross on him, and made him carry it behind Jesus. Luke 23:26

Consider the things you have in life that weigh you down. Can you let go of them? Write them on a block of wood and place it into the shopping cart.

Almighty God, your Son was not too proud to accept help from a stranger when he was weakened by whipping and scourging; help me to not be too proud to accept help from others when I am weakened by disability, illness, or age; through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord. Amen.

Also remember those for whom the shopping cart is their life and the only means of storing their life.

From our modern retelling of the Stations of the Cross.