The Shame in Mental Illness
My recent posts got me to thinking about the term mental illness and how stigma-laden it remains to this day. As a society, we've come a long way from the bad old days when most people were too ashamed to admit going to a psychiatrist, when families kept those members with obvious psychological problems hidden from view. Back then, a moralistic aura surrounded mental illness, as if having one implied that you (as well as your family) were morally defective and therefore to blame for your emotional difficulties. This view of mental illness still prevails on the religious right -- as in the claim that homosexuality is a "lifestyle choice," for example, and that gays are obviously making the "wrong" one.
In society at large, the easing of stigma has a lot to do with the marketing of psychiatric medication to address "chemical imbalances" over the last few decades. Nowadays, you don't suffer from mental illness, you have a mood disorder, a result of faulty brain chemistry rather than a moral defect and of course, not your fault. While I strongly object to the widespread overuse of anti-depressants, I do believe that removing the shameful stigma surrounding depression and manic-depressive illness has been a good thing. It's difficult enough to struggle through depression without feeling you're a bad person to boot for being "abnormal."