Showing posts with label mental illness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mental illness. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Laugh, think, laugh again

I went to watch the Chinese award winning film “Mad World” last Wednesday. It was a good opportunity for me to sit back and scrutinize the depiction of the challenges of recovering mental health patients, their caregivers, as well as the rest of society’s view of them. It also gave me a comfortable personal space to reflect on my own journey, as well as what emotions were going through me as I viewed the movie.

During the opening scene, the protagonist of the film Ah Tung is scheduled to be released from the mental institution. Awkwardness is rife between Ah Tung’s father, the doctor from the institution, and Ah Tung’s father’s neighbourhood community of uncles. Cue that well known hand gesture of the swirl near one’s side temples, when the neighbourhood uncles dare not identify the mad son, who is discharged and coming over to stay with his dad soon. The audience in the theatre sniggered in laughter. I recall three days later when by chance my boyfriend was talking about the movie again, he now said to me.

“I’m sorry if you felt offended when I laughed during that opening scene.”

Now it is my turn to laugh. I suppose maybe in my earlier days, I may really have deemed that scene as highly derogatory. I did not laugh during that scene, but neither did I feel incensed despite the negative connotations. I actually enjoyed the movie very much though my reaction was a more of a slightly wistful smile to my face then.

There was even a scene almost able to evoke full-fledged laughter from me, as I had been subject to similar experiences countless times. Protagonist Ah Tung is trying to seek employment, and goes for an interview. All is proceeding smoothly till the honest declaration of his mental condition. The abrupt change in the interviewer’s attitude, with his struggle to remain sounding cordial, culminated with Ah Tung’s exasperated statement.

“I can bipolar, in a perfectly orderly manner!”

And that is the truth. Bipolar or mental illness is not the main issue, as it is actually human nature that one will have their ups and downs. With the assistance of disciplined self-care, regular consultation with doctors and /or taking of medication etc, our moments of disorder will come to pass. Ironically it may be those around us who are more fixated on the possibilities of disorder. Maybe subconsciously in general, there is a “permanent fear” we assign to mental illness, which we do not assign to other forms of illness.

Last Friday, I had gone for an interview, and I had yet another Ah Tung moment.

“This would be a great environment of healing for you.”

Wait… Wasn’t this supposed to be interviewing for a job, with the main intention to work, learn and serve at a place? When did “healing” become a major component of this offer? Am I still so severely damaged that this issue needs to be brought to the forefront? I do agree that recovery is all encompassing in all aspects of a patient’s daily life, but to verbalise it in this manner is kind of off-putting. Despite the kindness of this potential employer, I could not help sense there was an element of pity lurking, which of course did not make it too well for myself. Even then, I guess this is business as usual it seems.

A month ago, I had participated in an outreach manner event, which speakers spoke of their life stories to the audience, in hope of bringing awareness to certain topics. During one session, one particular member of the audience posed a question that left me dumbfounded then.

“Now that you’re signed up to be a speaker for [name of outreach event], what grievances would you want to air on the behalf on mental patients?”


A month has passed and with the viewing of Mad World, and having sorted through my thoughts, I think I may be able to better answer it now. When recovering mental patients are able to come to a point when their disorder is held in check, apology from others has become largely irrelevant. I think what we need more, is for the other peoples around us, when they subject us to those queer awkwardness, to realise the “madness of those behaviours” so as to speak. Let’s all be able to laugh all how hilarious it is, because this is where being perfectly comfortable with each other starts.

P.S. Please do go watch it. Laugh and think and laugh again.



Thursday, December 29, 2016

Movie Mayhem with God: Split

The opportunity to watch Split came as an early Christmas present when I won tickets for its surprise screening (contestants did not know what the movie was during entry). Warning of some spoilers here. This blog entry is less of a review and critique, but really more of a personal reflection, since the theme of this movie delves into a very personal area, which is mental health.

As the name of the movie suggests, the main antagonist of the movie is someone who literally disintegrates into many different personalities (dissociative personality disorder), in a bid to deal with the childhood trauma. Of course the movie heavily dramatises and exaggerates the horror of the mental condition. However, it does point towards the very real topic of the vulnerability versus strength of the human psyche.

A month ago, while I was trying to help a friend M deal with her recent bipolar mania outburst, my mother was worried for me, stating she did not want me to be affected by M. Now that 2016 is coming to its close and I am doing so introspective reflecting, I think it is time to take stock of some ideas and emotions.

Firstly, it seems that no matter anything, big or small, good or bad, event or person, it seems that it will definitely have an effect on us. Even no effect, is not really no effect in a strict sense, but a lack of instead. Then if every event, person plays out on us so inescapably, what are we do to with it, since there is no hiding.

This then brings us to the next point. My Spiritual Director Roselie always emphasized to me on differentiating between reacting and responding. I was not too clear about distinguishing between them initially, though now I have a better idea. Reacting indicates a vulnerability in the self, whereas responding is a showcase of one’s strength.

Both protagonist Casey and antagonist Kevin have been subject to childhood abuse. However for Casey, despite being trapped in whatever dire situation she is, steels herself in strength, such that eventually she is able to free herself from physical, psychological and emotional entrapments. For Kevin, his entanglement in the dismal conditions causes him to psychologically and emotionally disintegrate, in his bid to seek vindication for all the ill treatment he had suffered. The key between both is not the brokenness, but whether one falls apart due to the impact of the blows.

There was no slack in the blows dealt to me in 2016. I can no longer look at the Singa Lion simplistically ever again. However, I now enjoy the snide and snarky jokes I crack with my boyfriend about Singa’s trousers. Maybe this verbal stripping gives me just the comfort I need against what had happened. The watermelon and water pipe jokes he cracks while referencing to Lionel Shriver’s “We Need to Talk about Kevin”, are oral punches which he helps me fling out, directed at how some closest to me, who perceived me as a monster while on one hand conducting a welcoming pretense. These jibing sessions of ours are cushioned in the comfort of our private fellowship with one another, away from others to maintain a respect distance not to offend and antagonise anyone.

I pray hard when I examine these broken pieces which lie in front of me. The cracks are very visible, but thankfully I know to take care not to exert too much pressure on them lest they finally snap. Indeed now is not the time yet for these pieces. Meanwhile I turn over to look at the huge fissures of my mental breakdowns in 2006 and 2012, and find to my delight that their traces have paled into patterns which are able to bear the weight of any gentle stroking. Meanwhile I wish M all the best in dealing with her own factures. I hope that she understands too these strokes of beauty, and that there needs not be any shame behind them. May God bless her such that they also slowly fade and dim away.