Misha
Member
I volunteer at an inner city drop-in centre, and when I was there yesterday one of the community members came in who I recognized from one of my hospitalizations at the provincial psychiatric hospital.
Another volunteer approached me as this community member came in, gesturing at his wrists and sharing with me that "that guy over there slashes himself and had to be locked up." Well, as it turned out, "that guy over there" was watching, and looked very, very hurt.
He kept watching me for the next little while, I think to discern my reaction. So I approached him, asked if he was ok. He said he didn't like that the other volunteer was spreading stories about him. I told him that I didn't like it either because I shared the same history. I told him that he was cool with me no matter what anybody ever said to me. I think that made him feel a lot better.
I was still feeling unsettled, though, so I approached the other volunteer and pulled him aside to speak to him. I explained to him that this community member has an illness that he is struggling with and that he deserves more respect as a human being than to be gossiped about just for walking into the building. Especially by the volunteers. And I shared that this was close to my heart because of my own history.
The volunteer looked at me for a moment, then responded, "Ok, I'll keep my mouth shut, and I'll never be talking to you again..." and he walked away, gesturing that I was crazy and saying the same.
It didn't even end there, I still had to calm the community member some more, report the situation to the staff, deal with the emotional hurt on my own end, and process exactly what to do about volunteering with this guy next friday.
Dealing with stigma about mental illness is nothing new to me, but experience doesn't make it any easier. I ask myself though, does judging the people who judge those with mental illness make anything better?
I ought not judge a negative reaction. It merely comes from another broken heart; another mind that lacks understanding, that lacks knowledge, that battles confusion about mental illness. My heart was broken yesterday for the judgement that was laid upon the community member for his mental illness, the volunteer for his lack of understanding of mental illness, and myself for the insult I endured.
Another volunteer approached me as this community member came in, gesturing at his wrists and sharing with me that "that guy over there slashes himself and had to be locked up." Well, as it turned out, "that guy over there" was watching, and looked very, very hurt.
He kept watching me for the next little while, I think to discern my reaction. So I approached him, asked if he was ok. He said he didn't like that the other volunteer was spreading stories about him. I told him that I didn't like it either because I shared the same history. I told him that he was cool with me no matter what anybody ever said to me. I think that made him feel a lot better.
I was still feeling unsettled, though, so I approached the other volunteer and pulled him aside to speak to him. I explained to him that this community member has an illness that he is struggling with and that he deserves more respect as a human being than to be gossiped about just for walking into the building. Especially by the volunteers. And I shared that this was close to my heart because of my own history.
The volunteer looked at me for a moment, then responded, "Ok, I'll keep my mouth shut, and I'll never be talking to you again..." and he walked away, gesturing that I was crazy and saying the same.
It didn't even end there, I still had to calm the community member some more, report the situation to the staff, deal with the emotional hurt on my own end, and process exactly what to do about volunteering with this guy next friday.
Dealing with stigma about mental illness is nothing new to me, but experience doesn't make it any easier. I ask myself though, does judging the people who judge those with mental illness make anything better?
I ought not judge a negative reaction. It merely comes from another broken heart; another mind that lacks understanding, that lacks knowledge, that battles confusion about mental illness. My heart was broken yesterday for the judgement that was laid upon the community member for his mental illness, the volunteer for his lack of understanding of mental illness, and myself for the insult I endured.