disorder
The spectrum of Mental Health disorders is incredibly vast; we showcase the multitude of conditions that affect mood, thinking and behavior.
Pedophilia and the Brain
Can we prevent pedophilia or rehabilitate people who have pedophilic behavior? Studies have shown that differences in a person's brain can have an effect on their sexual behavior. Do these differences in the brain (that we are not in control of) account for someone being a pedophile, or is there an aspect of voluntary will towards being attracted towards children? There is more research that needs to be done to determine if it is possible to prevent pedophilia and rehabilitate, rather than punish pedophiles, for something they might not even be in control of.
By Sam Bridge7 years ago in Psyche
My Story
Hi. My name is Makena and here is my story summed up about my metal illnesses. Illness #1 - Depression I grew up with depression. I knew since I was 13 that I had depression. It’s something that I kept to myself. My parents never got along and my childhood memories of them being happy are very slim. There was no love in my household. I failed school, I was made fun of by my peers, and I struggled with my weight. I was 13 when I started self harm. I was 16 when my parents decided to divorce. I was 17 when I first thought of suicide. I told my mom and she couldn’t understand. Ten days after my 23rd birthday I got home from the bar very drunk and high on cocaine. I then grabbed my bottle of Valium and took every pill I had left. I began to feel my pulse slowly fade away. I woke up five hours later and drove myself to the hospital. I was sent to a psych ward where I was held for six days and then I went to rehab. I saw a number of counselors and was put on medication. So far it’s working. I still get little bursts of feeling really low and wondering why I’m still here. But I’m still here.
By Makena Roach7 years ago in Psyche
Social Identity Crisis Intervention
Why are you still sitting there all by yourself? Why are you shutting the world completely out? You hide your face but nobody wants it hidden. They want to fully see it; not just through a partial view. They want to see you as you completely are without any cover-ups or false truths of someone that you always try your best to imitate. They are not the real you. You are always worried about what other people think and stay sore, afraid in your insecurities. You are jealous when other people win, making it so they won't win again, and you always lose. I mean, why should anyone else have a great day when you live to stay miserable? You can hardly stand to see someone smile or have a skip to their step. It makes you sick inside and your heart continues to harden. You begin to dislike them and then you start to build a barrier between you and them. They're no longer your friend on social media and they can't figure out what went wrong and why the friendship no longer exists. Yet you don't panic about it because you obviously don't care. Your mindset is all that matters and what you think they think about you. Because to you, that's the real truth regardless of anyone else's opinion and it will stay that way until the end. You move on with your life but you tell the people that are closest to you that no one likes you and you innocently act like you can't figure it out. The whole thing has you completely stunned but deep inside you know the truth. There are many days you blame God for it, though you say you love Him. You not only point your fingers at Him but also your accusers. You had nothing to do with this and it's never your fault; it's always someone else's. But they will pay for it in the end. Their pain justifies your existence and for you, that’s a great day. You always hope they never smile again and their soul be damned at least for the moment. Your heart is bitter but you feel you have the bigger one and it's humanity as a whole that’s really against you. You believe are your only friend but not every day. There are some days that you despise yourself too and you don't know why you continue living. You feel you were once a somebody and the role you played defined who you were but you lost it. You feel someone took it away but you let them end it. As a matter of fact, it was you that let them do it. You got tired of trying and you lost confidence and stopped loving yourself. And now you lay for days with your head in hand on the ground wishing the world would stop turning. You hope that today doesn't turn into tomorrow and you loathe change in your life. As a matter of fact, you despise it. You don't believe there's a good future for you because you don't gave a good pair of binoculars to look into tomorrow. You think every day that tomorrow may never come and you will never find your true self again and that frightens you. So you stay living in this protected bubble making sure you never get hurt again as you live your life in someone else's eyes. It makes you feel great for a day or a week and life doesn't seem so bad for the moment but there lies your true identity in the lost and found box waiting and longing to be picked up by you. You know it's there but you don't know how to go over and grab it because you don't believe that it's the real you anymore and you feel everything is lost.
By Kathy Lester8 years ago in Psyche
The Art of Isolation
I’m 28. I’ll just start off by telling you that. Most of the people I went to high school with are now well into their careers and their “adult” lives. One guy I dated is now a doctor with a PhD and a family, and another is a very rich and successful professional photographer. And I should be in that category with them. I did all the right things: I studied hard and got straight A’s in high school, I went to college and graduated suma cum laude... and for all that, I cannot figure out where my life began to derail so horribly.
By Kimberly Alcorn8 years ago in Psyche
