Reducing the stigma around mental health
By Keri There is no doubt I have an argumentative streak in me. With the onset of mental illness in my late teens, this was exacerbated, to the point where my own parents said ‘they could not cope with me’. My younger brother used to watch in disbelief, as I Continue Reading
My friend, a New York contemporary writer, protested recently on a march with a banner that read:‘Disability can intersect with every identity. Every. Single. One.’Yes, it can; and does.
When my psychiatrist diagnosed me at a tender age, he cried. He knew I was damned, written off, and would incur the wrath of society.
Loose talk. Strangers discussing me. Words remain, swill, ferment in the mind. Yes, we are different. But we are still human. Use your words wisely.