avalokitesvara
bodhisattva
- Nov 28, 2024
- 243
Reading David Smail's book How to Survive Without Psychotherapy. With incredibly deep compassion for and understanding of human nature, Smail hows how pyschiatry's fundamental flaw is its inability to account for the functioning of power over individuals and how this deeply impacts any individual's ability to "change" in the way that the logic of psychiatry expects in order to justify its own existence. He shows the way power functions in a family to shape a child's approach to his or herself and to life, and how the internalisation of power relationships as being somehow one's own fault leads to the intractability of deep guilt and shame which from the base of "mental illnesses". Not to mention psychiatry's not-so concealed aim of imposing societal standards of behaviour. He shows that the world we grow up in and then inhabit, the external forces, absolutely must be taken into account when considering individual distress.
For me this is very freeing. I've long carried a belief that I "have" "depression" and that it is somehow my fault that I don't find meaning and values in the things of life. But the world I live in is one in which meaning and values have been stripped away to benefit those in power. Human beings in the last 40 years have been subjected to absolutely ruthless forces undermining every aspect of meaning in our lives, from education to the idea of a career to the stability of having a home, from the notion that the information we receive has some kind of relationship to truth to the notion that those in power have the majority's best interests at heart, from real in person communities to local traditions, even the deep meaning of the cycle of seasons and the life of nature. I am a product of a plasticised, polluted, distorted world of extreme power imbalance. I am a product of a world where due to greed, those in power have made the water un drinkable and unswimmable-in, made the seasons turn on their head, made it impossible to imagine reproduction. Made the idea of a steady job and income and stability laughable. Even commodified human relationships. I refuse to accept it and my depression is a sign of my awareness of reality, in fact is healthy, rather than acquiescing to the consolation prize of blind consumerism and suckling on endless streams of entertainment. I just have to find meaning in very small very simple things, and love those I come across, and scrape my subsistence however can. Yeah it's fucking sad when society used to have an idea of the value of the individual and the human spirit. Yeah I have many gifts that are wasted because power has cut off my ability to actualise them. Yeah that's how it is. I refuse to place the blame on myself, find it somewhere inside me, anymore.
And I refuse to submit to psychiatric explanations anymore. I don't have an illness. I am a product of the world.
For me this is very freeing. I've long carried a belief that I "have" "depression" and that it is somehow my fault that I don't find meaning and values in the things of life. But the world I live in is one in which meaning and values have been stripped away to benefit those in power. Human beings in the last 40 years have been subjected to absolutely ruthless forces undermining every aspect of meaning in our lives, from education to the idea of a career to the stability of having a home, from the notion that the information we receive has some kind of relationship to truth to the notion that those in power have the majority's best interests at heart, from real in person communities to local traditions, even the deep meaning of the cycle of seasons and the life of nature. I am a product of a plasticised, polluted, distorted world of extreme power imbalance. I am a product of a world where due to greed, those in power have made the water un drinkable and unswimmable-in, made the seasons turn on their head, made it impossible to imagine reproduction. Made the idea of a steady job and income and stability laughable. Even commodified human relationships. I refuse to accept it and my depression is a sign of my awareness of reality, in fact is healthy, rather than acquiescing to the consolation prize of blind consumerism and suckling on endless streams of entertainment. I just have to find meaning in very small very simple things, and love those I come across, and scrape my subsistence however can. Yeah it's fucking sad when society used to have an idea of the value of the individual and the human spirit. Yeah I have many gifts that are wasted because power has cut off my ability to actualise them. Yeah that's how it is. I refuse to place the blame on myself, find it somewhere inside me, anymore.
And I refuse to submit to psychiatric explanations anymore. I don't have an illness. I am a product of the world.
