A friend’s recent experience brought this to mind.
Twice in 2011, when I was probably ill enough to need at least some kind of emergency intervention, I went to the Edinburgh Crisis Team. Both times, they said I was “insightful about my illness” to a degree that I didn’t need help.
Of course I’m insightful. I have been dealing with my problems for thirteen years- half of my life. I have lived with, struggled through, fought with, succumbed to, battled, embraced and despaired of my moods. I have developed coping strategies of my own, I have worked out some things that help, others that don’t. I have insight into my own condition because I am me.
I understand that not everybody has insight into their own problems- that it is seriously dangerous when insight has been truly lost. But being fobbed off for being “a bright, insightful” person? It just seems like a bad joke. If you know you are suicidal… then you must not be suicidal enough? Based on a strange assumption that serious risk should be accompanied by an unawareness of how bad things really are.
Am I stupid? No.
Still crazy? I reckon so, yep. And still in need of help.
Or is that too insightful a comment to warrant it?