Saturn_
Arcanist
- Apr 22, 2024
- 423
Everyone and their grandmother has their own opinions on the Tantacrul video and I'm not here to get into that. But this top comment from the video perplexes me, to say the very least, and I'd like to discuss it. I haven't slept and I know this will probably come across as a very biased and nonsensical rant but I really need to get this out of my system.
Isn't it so funny how people with severe mental illness are repeatedly exiled from public spaces? Not directly, but the subject of their disorders are censored on every big website. Suicide becomes replaced by arbitrary euphemisms. You are discouraged from talking about it with full force. We must soften the blow for our neurotypical, healthy-minded brethren. "Sewerslide". "Unalive". "Self-delete". You still risk demonetization and account termination regardless of these preventative measures, for even daring to gesture towards suicide or adjacent topics at all. The message is clear: stop talking about it.
And it isn't only huge corporations who nudge you in this direction to suck up to advertisers. On social media, it is now popular to frown upon "trauma dumping". Do not talk about your problems, it triggers us. It's draining our energy. Go get help. Go talk to someone who cares. In real life, your worries are often too heavy for the common man. Let's stop talking about it. Let's go back to talking about the weather. That's easier for us. Not much relief to be found from both worlds. On most established, modern-day Internet communities, there are rules and guidelines in place for not venting about such heavy subject matter, for not talking about suicide. "Seek help and talk to a professional. Call the three-digit number."
So you call the three digit number. You talk to a therapist. You speak honestly to them about your suicidal ideations. After all, these are the people you should be honest to, right?
Police and paramedics swarm to your door. You are interrogated as if you're the prime suspect of a headline-breaking drug dealing scandal. Maybe you're unfortunate enough for it to happen around family. You are handcuffed and dragged into a cop car or ambulance, to be forced into a mental hospital. They put you on medications, regardless of your feedback, regardless of whether or not you think it helps. You act up and they inject you, sedate you, treat you with all the grace of a rabid animal. Maybe you're me. Maybe you get prescribed anti-psychotics for an autistic meltdown on the first day of middle school. Maybe you are told that your self harm is an attention seeking behavior, as other people are killing themselves, and that you are disgusting for this because "other people have it worse".
You have been given a message over and over by society that your problems, and you by extension, are not suited to be around healthy people. You don't fit in, you aren't the same. You are shunned from social groups and job opportunities. No healthy person could ever bear to deal with you. No healthy person wants you. Your illness is repulsive. You ought only to be a receptacle of pain and suffering, and any traces of light should never be allowed near you. You are "damaged goods". Rid yourself from the eyes of the public.
So you do just that. You decide to try and find likeminded people to vent to. People who have had nearly the exact same experiences as you. People who have been similarly exiled from a normal life. And you find yourself finally being listened to, finally being able to speak without restriction or guilt tripping or censorship. Perhaps you and the rest of these new faces don't see eye to eye on everything. But it's the only place where you feel that you've ever been offered warmth, after years of spiraling and hurting.
But this is an echo chamber. Because you are talking to other people who have similarly been utterly failed by the system, you are participating in an echo chamber. The mentally ill can't have healthy people to talk to. And according to you, they shouldn't have each other either. Are you to insinuate that because of lifelong depression and abuse, I can only be a danger to other people now? Because I am hurt and haven't been able to heal? The connotations of such a comment and other things I hear being said about the mentally ill, just ANYWHERE, are very sinister in my mind. People with depression are simultaneously talked about as if they are a burden, beyond saving, worth avoiding, and a source of mutually-assured, perpetual misery. As if they don't deserve relationships, companionship, or even a platform to speak their minds, unless they Get Help. But what do you do when you have over a decade's history of medical trauma and treatment-resistant mental health issues? What do you want me to do then? Do you want me to completely sever myself from society? Will that make you happy? If I can only be a source of poison to people like you? What do you want? Why can't I even do so little as to talk? Why can't I have a voice? Why? Why? Why?
Isn't it so funny how people with severe mental illness are repeatedly exiled from public spaces? Not directly, but the subject of their disorders are censored on every big website. Suicide becomes replaced by arbitrary euphemisms. You are discouraged from talking about it with full force. We must soften the blow for our neurotypical, healthy-minded brethren. "Sewerslide". "Unalive". "Self-delete". You still risk demonetization and account termination regardless of these preventative measures, for even daring to gesture towards suicide or adjacent topics at all. The message is clear: stop talking about it.
And it isn't only huge corporations who nudge you in this direction to suck up to advertisers. On social media, it is now popular to frown upon "trauma dumping". Do not talk about your problems, it triggers us. It's draining our energy. Go get help. Go talk to someone who cares. In real life, your worries are often too heavy for the common man. Let's stop talking about it. Let's go back to talking about the weather. That's easier for us. Not much relief to be found from both worlds. On most established, modern-day Internet communities, there are rules and guidelines in place for not venting about such heavy subject matter, for not talking about suicide. "Seek help and talk to a professional. Call the three-digit number."
So you call the three digit number. You talk to a therapist. You speak honestly to them about your suicidal ideations. After all, these are the people you should be honest to, right?
Police and paramedics swarm to your door. You are interrogated as if you're the prime suspect of a headline-breaking drug dealing scandal. Maybe you're unfortunate enough for it to happen around family. You are handcuffed and dragged into a cop car or ambulance, to be forced into a mental hospital. They put you on medications, regardless of your feedback, regardless of whether or not you think it helps. You act up and they inject you, sedate you, treat you with all the grace of a rabid animal. Maybe you're me. Maybe you get prescribed anti-psychotics for an autistic meltdown on the first day of middle school. Maybe you are told that your self harm is an attention seeking behavior, as other people are killing themselves, and that you are disgusting for this because "other people have it worse".
You have been given a message over and over by society that your problems, and you by extension, are not suited to be around healthy people. You don't fit in, you aren't the same. You are shunned from social groups and job opportunities. No healthy person could ever bear to deal with you. No healthy person wants you. Your illness is repulsive. You ought only to be a receptacle of pain and suffering, and any traces of light should never be allowed near you. You are "damaged goods". Rid yourself from the eyes of the public.
So you do just that. You decide to try and find likeminded people to vent to. People who have had nearly the exact same experiences as you. People who have been similarly exiled from a normal life. And you find yourself finally being listened to, finally being able to speak without restriction or guilt tripping or censorship. Perhaps you and the rest of these new faces don't see eye to eye on everything. But it's the only place where you feel that you've ever been offered warmth, after years of spiraling and hurting.
But this is an echo chamber. Because you are talking to other people who have similarly been utterly failed by the system, you are participating in an echo chamber. The mentally ill can't have healthy people to talk to. And according to you, they shouldn't have each other either. Are you to insinuate that because of lifelong depression and abuse, I can only be a danger to other people now? Because I am hurt and haven't been able to heal? The connotations of such a comment and other things I hear being said about the mentally ill, just ANYWHERE, are very sinister in my mind. People with depression are simultaneously talked about as if they are a burden, beyond saving, worth avoiding, and a source of mutually-assured, perpetual misery. As if they don't deserve relationships, companionship, or even a platform to speak their minds, unless they Get Help. But what do you do when you have over a decade's history of medical trauma and treatment-resistant mental health issues? What do you want me to do then? Do you want me to completely sever myself from society? Will that make you happy? If I can only be a source of poison to people like you? What do you want? Why can't I even do so little as to talk? Why can't I have a voice? Why? Why? Why?
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