addendum...
i just wanted to say that about my previous post (as if any could give a shit) that I'm not saying that ADD, OCD, and depression are not valid ailments.
i get depressed from time to time. i do believe in chemical imbalances although i think there's gotta be something we're doing that's causing those.
however, there are places where mothers know their babies are more likely to die than not, well....you know what i mean.
but my experience of depression draws on a midway between depression to my mom and depression to my dad:
my mom grew up in a bamboo hut on stilts so that they could keep pigs underneath, she washed her clothes with rocks, and she says, now that she's in America, "I don't care if i have to work three jobs!! I'm never making my own fire ever again!!"
her depression consists of an hour long rage where she throws things into the swimming pool, then she cries, goes to sleep and goes to work again.
my dad grew up here, and he's a big supporter of productivity. his mom literally had a nervous breakdown and left the family for a few years when most of his siblings were teenagers (there were seven of them) and dad had to take care of all of them.
dad gets depressed but he's still functional....he just sleeps more.
either way, i can get depressed....the longest i've ever not been functional was three days...and then i emerged into the world like a fuckin' butterfly.
and i felt really guilty for taking those three days.
ah, hell, bottom line is i was taught something different, i don't understand his mom and because i was taught to be functional, i have a hard time respecting the fact that she's and adult mother and she can't do it.
fuck, is that so wrong?!!??!
i get depressed from time to time. i do believe in chemical imbalances although i think there's gotta be something we're doing that's causing those.
however, there are places where mothers know their babies are more likely to die than not, well....you know what i mean.
but my experience of depression draws on a midway between depression to my mom and depression to my dad:
my mom grew up in a bamboo hut on stilts so that they could keep pigs underneath, she washed her clothes with rocks, and she says, now that she's in America, "I don't care if i have to work three jobs!! I'm never making my own fire ever again!!"
her depression consists of an hour long rage where she throws things into the swimming pool, then she cries, goes to sleep and goes to work again.
my dad grew up here, and he's a big supporter of productivity. his mom literally had a nervous breakdown and left the family for a few years when most of his siblings were teenagers (there were seven of them) and dad had to take care of all of them.
dad gets depressed but he's still functional....he just sleeps more.
either way, i can get depressed....the longest i've ever not been functional was three days...and then i emerged into the world like a fuckin' butterfly.
and i felt really guilty for taking those three days.
ah, hell, bottom line is i was taught something different, i don't understand his mom and because i was taught to be functional, i have a hard time respecting the fact that she's and adult mother and she can't do it.
fuck, is that so wrong?!!??!