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"You ain't no sympathiser with mental illness, bruv!"

On December 5th (my birthday, incidentally), 29-year-old Muhaydin Mire of Leytonstone attacked three passengers on the London Underground using a 3-inch knife. The attack, which took place at Leytonstone Station, left one victim with serious injuries and the other two with minor stab wounds. At the height of the assault, the perpetrator was heard to say, "This is for Syria" and "blood will be spilled", leading police, the media and the public to interpret the attack as a "terrorist incident". In response to Mire's words, one man was heard to shout, "you ain't no Muslim, bruv", prompting the hashtag #YouAin'tNoMuslimBruv, which denounced those who use the Islamic faith as a reason for their violent behaviour, to trend on Twitter. The Guardian noted that the phrase was "a perfect riposte to attempts to spread violence and terror in London", while The Independent stated that "the phrase has become a unifying call among peo...

Britain's Best-Loved Psychopath?

" Bond: Do you expect me to talk? Goldfinger: No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to die!"   A scene from the film, "Goldfinger".   With the impending release of "Spectre", which is, I believe, the 24th Eon-produced Bond film, it seems that my interest in the movies and mental health collide once again. But what, I hear you say, has a Bond movie got to do with mental health? Well, I won't be the first to suggest that the character of James Bond displays many of the signs of being a successful, socially functioning psychopath. Indeed, in a book by Oxford University psychology researcher Kevin Dutton, "The Wisdom of Psychopaths", the author lists what he calls "the seven deadly wins" of psychopathy, and they are all traits one could apply to Bond. They are: ruthlessness, charm, focus, mental toughness, fearlessness, mindfulness and action. Is it because Bond possesses such psychopathic traits that he's so good at what he does?...

The Stone in My Shoe.

I have sometimes spoken in this blog about The Pathways Group, a group which I attend once a week and which is run for people with experience of psychosis. I have often commended it for its therapeutic value, its facilitation of social connections, and perhaps above all, its achievements. Indeed, it's perhaps a rarity for a group for people with conditions like ours to have such cohesion, and the fact that it has now been running for 8 years is testament to this in-group solidarity. As I've been a member of the group since its inception in 2007, I have a particular fondness for it and the individuals which make it up, and so have felt somewhat aggrieved by some of the things which have befallen our little gathering since the introduction of what are sometimes euphemistically called, "the changes" to our local mental health services. I tend to think that when people mention "the changes", what they really mean is, "the cuts". For if you can describ...

No Hero I - Why "My Brave Battle with Schizophrenia" Aren't Words You're Likely to Hear.

Last night BBC1 showed a fact-based drama called "The C Word". It was based on the book and blog by Lisa Lynch, a woman who received a diagnosis of breast cancer at the devastatingly young age of 28. Tragically Lisa eventually lost her struggle against the terrible disease, but not before touching the hearts and minds of many with her witty, insightful and moving writing. So I must make it clear that it's not my intention in this post to decry a young woman who was so clearly inspirational. However, it is a source of sometime consternation to me that the words used to describe the plight of Lisa and others like her - words like "tragic", "brave", "inspiring" and "heroic" come to mind - seem to trip off the tongue so easily, whereas when one speaks of those battling with mental illness they are used sparsely, if at all. Why is this? Using my own experience as an example, I have to make many efforts to stay well. Getting enough sleep...

Random Acts of Madness.

"In the context of our present pervasive madness that we call normality, sanity, freedom, all our frames  of reference are ambiguous and equivocal. A man who prefers to be dead rather than Red is normal. A man who says he has lost his soul is mad. A man who says that men are machines may be a great scientist. A man who says he is a machine is 'depersonalized' in psychiatric jargon. A man who says that Negroes are an inferior race may be widely respected. A man who says his whiteness is a form of cancer is certifiable... ... our 'normal' 'adjusted' state is too often the abdication of ecstasy, the betrayal of our true potentialities... many of us are only too successful in acquiring a false self to adapt to false realities." R. D. Laing , The Divided Self, Preface to the Pelican Edition.   On 16th March it was reported in the press that a man in Telford had committed suicide by jumping from the top of a multi-storey car park. Apparently a ...

The Banality of Evil.

Not so long ago, I wrote a blog post entitled "The Latest Victim", which relayed the plight of Mark Wood, a man who had had his sickness benefits withdrawn despite, by all accounts, being incapable of work. The final upshot of this was that Mark very sadly passed away. Whoever, or whatever, was ultimately responsible for this cannot, I suppose, be precisely calculated, although doctors said that the traits of his mental illness became worse along with the strain of having his money withdrawn. In a recent edition of "Dispatches" on Channel 4, it was revealed that 49 such deaths have been recorded by the DWP. All, it seems, in some way connected to the changes being wrought in the benefits system. The programme highlighted the plight of another man, severely physically disabled, who had had his Employment and Support Allowance sanctioned and who also had to pay the so-called "bedroom tax", and was therefore living on virtually zero income. What finally happ...

Me and My Big Mouth.

Firstly, apologies to my hordes of adoring fans for not posting anything over the Christmas and New Year period. I'm afraid, once again, that putting finger to keyboard seemed to become a burdensome task, fraught with anxieties about what to, or what not to, write. So, this time, instead of writing about writing, as I've done before when inspiration failed me, I thought I'd talk about... talking; for talking, particularly in terms of mental health, seems a matter of extreme importance. For instance, I can personally attest to the therapeutic value of opening up and talking about one's feelings, instead of locking them away and allowing them to fester. After many years of failing to communicate my thoughts and feelings successfully, I think I finally began to express my frustrations in a more productive way, simply by saying what was on my mind. I don't think it's any mystery or mistake that the condition of my mind significantly improved as I did this. Indeed,...