I can't pretend to be an expert on the condition - I'm someone who suffers from it.
I'd like depressed individuals and, especially, the parents of depressed children to read me for a minute.
Following my not-so-recent crisis, and my continuing recovery, I've realised that I've had depression, in varying degrees, since early childhood. There was no such thing as childhood depression in those days, and I had good coping strategies.
Eventually 'coping' wasn't enough: a couple of hefty shoves from outside forces, and I was reduced to a sorry wreck. It's not necessary to describe how bad it was - it was very bad. I'm lucky to be alive now. The shoves happened a decade ago; I'm still recovering.
Before I broke down, I was a high achiever. Fit, pretty, rich, successful & popular. I felt like a fake ... familiar story, huh? I thought so too. I read magazine articles about "impostor syndrome" and kind of assumed it explained my weird feelings: I was a classic working-class girl made good; fitted the post-war/boom profile perfectly. In short, the theory offered a glib diagnosis. I now know it went a whole lot deeper than that.
At present I'm physically & psychologically compromised, taking high doses of antidepressants and starting again from a base of nothing (my holdings & professional credibility went down the drain with my mental health). My biggest problem is getting others to acknowledge that I am ill. Sometimes, I have trouble with it myself - but I've experienced what happens when I refuse to accept it, so it's a mistake I make infrequently.
Depression is not "feeling sad" or "being down". It's a systemic disorder that impacts every aspect of healthy functioning. It is, certainly, possible to suppress it for a long time - but it doesn't go away, it festers. Since it is, still, a poorly-understood and socially alarming condition, the pressure to trivialise or ignore it can be irresistible.
How to overcome that social pressure?
Depression is not like diabetes but it is the metaphor I find works best. Like diabetes, it can't be "fought against" or ignored - do that, and the condition will ultimately kill you. Like diabetes, it can be managed. Medication and lifestyle adjustments, in both conditions, must be accepted as a matter of survival.
As an adult, I've found "I'm diabetic" provides a socially acceptable reason why I can't handle a night on the booze like I used to. When dealing with concerned relatives, who want (and yet don't want) to help: "It's like diabetes" gives them license to care without obligation
For the parents of psychologically-compromised children, "It's like diabetes" can help ease over talks with nervous teachers & carers; it can even aid the child in finding sympathetic friends.
For parents, of course, there are added concerns: like diabetes, the condition may have a genetic component (danger of getting into "whose family?" arguments) ... and the greater fear of origins closer to home, in emotional stressors to the child. Yet, even here, the diabetes metaphor can be helpful. When you are able to view mental illness as a manageable condition, two things happen: you gain the comfort that diagnosis can provide (an explanation; there is treatment, and you're willing to embrace it), and your feelings of urgency are dissipated. Once your child's receiving appropriate treatment, the pressure to 'fix it' immediately goes away.
For the depressed child, this relief of anxiety can be a tremendous help. The same goes for depressed adults, who are all too easily crushed by peer pressure, just like affected children.
Grace (only allegorically diabetic)
I'd like depressed individuals and, especially, the parents of depressed children to read me for a minute.
Following my not-so-recent crisis, and my continuing recovery, I've realised that I've had depression, in varying degrees, since early childhood. There was no such thing as childhood depression in those days, and I had good coping strategies.
Eventually 'coping' wasn't enough: a couple of hefty shoves from outside forces, and I was reduced to a sorry wreck. It's not necessary to describe how bad it was - it was very bad. I'm lucky to be alive now. The shoves happened a decade ago; I'm still recovering.
Before I broke down, I was a high achiever. Fit, pretty, rich, successful & popular. I felt like a fake ... familiar story, huh? I thought so too. I read magazine articles about "impostor syndrome" and kind of assumed it explained my weird feelings: I was a classic working-class girl made good; fitted the post-war/boom profile perfectly. In short, the theory offered a glib diagnosis. I now know it went a whole lot deeper than that.
At present I'm physically & psychologically compromised, taking high doses of antidepressants and starting again from a base of nothing (my holdings & professional credibility went down the drain with my mental health). My biggest problem is getting others to acknowledge that I am ill. Sometimes, I have trouble with it myself - but I've experienced what happens when I refuse to accept it, so it's a mistake I make infrequently.
Depression is not "feeling sad" or "being down". It's a systemic disorder that impacts every aspect of healthy functioning. It is, certainly, possible to suppress it for a long time - but it doesn't go away, it festers. Since it is, still, a poorly-understood and socially alarming condition, the pressure to trivialise or ignore it can be irresistible.
How to overcome that social pressure?
Depression is not like diabetes but it is the metaphor I find works best. Like diabetes, it can't be "fought against" or ignored - do that, and the condition will ultimately kill you. Like diabetes, it can be managed. Medication and lifestyle adjustments, in both conditions, must be accepted as a matter of survival.
As an adult, I've found "I'm diabetic" provides a socially acceptable reason why I can't handle a night on the booze like I used to. When dealing with concerned relatives, who want (and yet don't want) to help: "It's like diabetes" gives them license to care without obligation
For the parents of psychologically-compromised children, "It's like diabetes" can help ease over talks with nervous teachers & carers; it can even aid the child in finding sympathetic friends.
For parents, of course, there are added concerns: like diabetes, the condition may have a genetic component (danger of getting into "whose family?" arguments) ... and the greater fear of origins closer to home, in emotional stressors to the child. Yet, even here, the diabetes metaphor can be helpful. When you are able to view mental illness as a manageable condition, two things happen: you gain the comfort that diagnosis can provide (an explanation; there is treatment, and you're willing to embrace it), and your feelings of urgency are dissipated. Once your child's receiving appropriate treatment, the pressure to 'fix it' immediately goes away.
For the depressed child, this relief of anxiety can be a tremendous help. The same goes for depressed adults, who are all too easily crushed by peer pressure, just like affected children.
Grace (only allegorically diabetic)