"If you prick us, do we not bleed? IfShylock was speaking of Jews, of course, but the soliloquy has been taken out of context and adapted by many a group in the last five centuries. I invoke it now to describe those of us with emotional or mental health issues. It seems that once we begin treatment, there is an expectation that we will henceforth be emotionally invincible. Rather than fall apart at trivial things, we are now expected to be superhuman and plow through the gravest scenarios in life. "You're on those happy pills now; can't you handle this?"
you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die?
And if you wrong us, do we not revenge? If we are like you in the
rest, we will resemble you in that."
-William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice (Act III, Scene I)
This pressure comes at us from outside and within. There are always family members, coworkers, classmates, neighbors, even Facebook friends who seem to redefine their sense of what we can handle. Before treatment, we were too fragile to handle even innocuous events; once we fill those prescriptions, though, we're expected to be emotional rocks. It's as though there are people who keep an eye on us at all times just to challenge whether we're really healthy. "Ah, ah, ah! No getting upset, remember? You're better now!"
This is, of course, absurd.
Life is full of events that provoke visceral emotional reactions. Are we to never again feel anger, or sadness? My marriage is disintegrating, for instance. Am I to shrug it off? Perfectly "normal" people are overwhelmed by something like that with a wide range of reactions. Am I not entitled to them? Can I not want to lash out in anger one minute and fall to my knees crying the next? Did I forfeit my right to those feelings by having problems controlling my emotions in the first place?
Our greatest critics are ourselves, but for someone with emotional or mental health issues, there is another critic just as powerful and inescapable: the abstract "They" who lurk just out of our sight, waiting to pass judgment on us for every gaffe and faux pas we may commit. I could give myself permission to get worked up over my situation, for instance, but I couldn't stand the thought of giving "Them" evidence to use against me. I couldn't bear to think of proving "Them" right, that I can't keep myself together. So I've clung to a false poise and stoicism whenever the issue has arisen in conversation. I've refrained from discussing it in this blog.
I share this now not because how I'm handling this needs attention or anything, but rather as a real life example of the greater issue of how those of us who are managing emotional or mental health issues can and will continue to face events in our lives that can "legitimately" overwhelm the average person. We're no different. We have the unique problem that we can be more easily overwhelmed, of course, and that can be dangerous. But we are not, and cannot be, exempt from such events. We will lose our jobs. Our marriages will fail. We will attend funerals.
We must be allowed--by ourselves, as well as those around us--to experience our genuine reactions to these events when they occur. We must be vigilant and not allow them to get out of control, and of course that requires a lot of honesty on our part. But we cannot be held to a higher standard for reactions than anyone else. We still have emotions, and as human beings, we are still entitled to feel them.