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.

A Celebration of Weakness

From ASBO Jesus.

Kind of what I needed to hear today/yesterday/all week. Now for some sleep.

(Thank you in advance for your concerns! Inevitably when I post something remotely cryptic like this, I get comments or emails asking if I’m okay. I am okay, I am just fatigued and doing too much. It will all calm down soon. I hope.)

Healthcare

Oh dear, yes. I’m weighing in.

I haven’t been following the debate in the United States as closely as I would like to have been. I don’t know the precise wording of the bill that was voted for last night. But one thing confuses me greatly: I have been scratching my head all day wondering why so many Americans (and American Christians) are against public healthcare. What it comes down to for me is “Why would any follower of Jesus be against something that cares for the poor and less-fortunate. Isn’t that what we are supposed to do? I’m pretty sure that is the good news that Jesus came to proclaim. (The whole sight for the blind, freedom for captives, etc. thing.)

I’ve been reading a few blogs around cyberspace today, and (unsurprisingly) most of the American’s I follow are quite happy about the whole thing. The one that got me was discovering that hayfever is a preexisting condition that means you can be denied insurance in the US. Say what?! Then there is my former Bible College classmate who has joined a Facebook group that is “304,059,724 against Obama’s Healthcare takeover”. (When I last checked, they were not actually at that number yet.) One gem posted on the wall is “The government in this country cannot and should not force health care on us.” I am sure no one would force anyone to get medical treatment, though it sure would be nice to have it if you need it.

As I said in a reply to a post on Jesus Needs New PR: “I’m not asking this in a “I’m right, you’re wrong” sort of way. The last thing I want is an us/them debate. I am genuinely curious because right now this whole debate is at the top of my “Things I really do not understand what the fuss is all about” list and I want to understand.”

On target…?

Every now and then, I read my horoscope, just to see what it says. Usually, I get a good laugh over it all, the Barnum Effect ensures that I’ll see something relevant to my self each time; sometimes extent of the application is debatable. Today, however, my horoscope writer must have known that I’ve been pretty tired as of late and that all I had to eat today was 2 pieces of toast at 9am, a coffee at 10am, a Chinese pork bun at 2pm, and a burrito at 5:30pm:

You’ll find yourself in an almost permanent state of fatigue and lack of energy; but you’ll already feel a clear improvement if you see to the regularity of your meals and keep a watch on the quality of your food.

Not my finest day of food.

Things that Scare Me

Large balances on the credit card/Small balances in the bank account.

Drivers who don’t watch for pedestrians when they pull out of parking lots onto the street or when they are turning onto a busy road.

More than 40 unread items in my Google Reader.

That’s all for today.

Randoms

I am almost half way through the course work for my Masters Degree!

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I drink far more coffee than I should (I think, though I cap it at two per day and rarely get over one).

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I’m contemplating some ink.

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I like church and love being involved there, but sometimes I think I’m too involved. I’d like to have some time to hang out with people not from my church, maybe play volleyball again. Mind you, unless I had something scheduled, school would just eat up all non-spoken for time.

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I’d like to learn Chinese.

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I finished a book this weekend, Striving for the Wind by Meja Mwangi. Its a Kenyan book, so me telling you about it will probably mean nothing because I’m sure you can’t find it here unless you 1) raid my bookshelf (bad option) or 2) order it through something like AbeBooks (a site I love and from which I get most of my textbooks/other books I can’t find elsewhere). At any rate, it was an excellent read and, I thought, an interesting commentary on life in Kenya during the last few decades (post Mau Mau). Dad brought me back a few books from Kenya and I’m gradually going through them and really enjoying them all so far.

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Today is March 15. I have two wonderful friends and a step-mother (who is also wonderful. Whew, almost blew it on that one!) who entered the world today. Happy Birthday Nicole, Karen, and Colleen!

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Tonight, my goal is to get to bed before midnight. That might be a first in, oh, three weeks?