Three months ago I agreed to take part in a documentary for Channel 4 called Ruby Wax's Mad Confessions. The programme itself is revolutionary; it focuses on successful people who have struggled with mental illness. Yes, that's right 'successful', not the jibbering, weak, or indeed murderous, human beings the mass media like to portray! But successful, working, entrepreneurial, family members who do 'normal' things like read, write and even pay tax!
Who am I? Well, I am a mum in wellies taking my son riding. I am a wife in something Victoria wants to keep a secret. I am a businesswoman in a new Versace dress. I'm an author, a painter, a grumpy cow in the mornings, a lover of fast cars, and a girl who should only ever sing when completely alone.
Oh and I also have obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD).
I am certainly not alone, let's face it people, one in four is a darn big statistic, if you haven't faced the edges of your own sanity, then it's your mother, brother, or Gordon from accounts... If you don't know who they are, then you know someone who is unnecessarily hiding the difficulties they are struggling with. That is why I agreed to take part and be candid and open about the struggles I face, when I take off the 'entrepreneurial' mask.
Something I thought would be a walk in the park...
Much of my 'success' has come from my work in the mental health field; I am responsible for launching the UK's first mental health mag to the newsstand and I run Mental Healthy, a web resource and community for people with mental health problems. I am an 'expert' at this stuff... I told myself! I had no idea how much I still hid.
Owning a mental health business meant I have always been open about my illness at work, after all it's what I do. But earlier this year I took on an extra role at a new technology company and found myself in an unusual situation, people did not know my story. They were unaware of why I refused to shake hands, drink their tea, or open doors.
To them I supposed I looked aloof, over professional and stand-offish, alright, I looked like a bitch! But it was easier to look like a bitch than to admit I was scared. In my head, looking at the seemingly innocuous objects was like a scene from a Dettol advert - germs crawling everywhere ready to infect me and kill off my family one by one, in their bid to take over the world.
The programme made me look at that which I try to ignore and remember that which I choose to forget, like the reasons why at the age of 28, I can sell my products to global superstores, help launch fantastic tech products like CubeITz, be responsible for branding and developing companies that are now worth over £4.5million, yet still stand for twenty minutes outside my local petrol station, waiting for someone to come out, to avoid opening that bloody 'pull' door! The reason - control.
Let's just say that at a young age, control was taken away from me and as such I have developed ways to try to regain that sense of order. Put very simply, the OCD I now battle consists of the rituals I put in place to stop my spiralling anxiety. At times the anxiety took over my life and I was unable to leave the house. I would look at people on the telly, people in business and think 'they are so strong', 'they are so normal', and I... I am a failure.
If only I had seen the reality, the flaws that we all carry, the oddities, the secrets, the struggles that everyone faces. If I had seen that I wasn't alone, I wasn't a failure, but someone who had quite simply reacted to seeing TOO much... If I had seen others I viewed as a 'success' admitting they too are 'human', then maybe I would have had more strength to fight those battles that robbed me of too many years.
So today I still struggle, yes I have bad days, but if at my worst I knew there was a life like this waiting for me, I would have donned my latex gloves, and danced for joy at my success, my blessings and all those quirky things that make me peculiar - those things that make me all I am today.
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Brilliant question.
As someone who has recently gone through a period of being diagnosed with severe depression, one of the problems I have myself is I'm not really sure how much my condition - I still hestiate to call it an illness - was due to my own behaviour and how much of it was as unavoidable as, say, chicken pox.
I've always had a kind of dual personality, outwardly happy-go-lucky, whilst inwardly full of doubt and low-level non-specific fear, mostly of the future.
I am also a Class A procratinator. Recently I managed to procrastinate over a serious issue for so long that I came close to jeopardising my future. I was faced with losing my job, house and family. The details are irrelevant.
The problem is, in some parts of the world (USA, for one) severe procrastination is itself classed as a mental illness.
So, the problem is to what extent could I overcome my procrastination problem simply be normalising my behaviour. If I could, I would then have avoided the problem that, on the face of it, tipped me over the edge from low-level all-encompassing 'blueness' to a pretty full-blown, severe depression. Or was the depression stalking me anyway, waiting to pick its moment to attack?
Is labelling something like 'procrastination' a mental disorder part of the problem rather than part of the solution?
As someone who has gone through this, I still haven't got the foggiest idea.
The reason I took part in the programme and discuss my 'diagnosis' is because despite it, I live a happy life now - hopefully a hopeful thought to people who are just facing diagnosis..? Anyway, very best wishes,
Charlotte
I thought you were very brave.
As it goes my daughter had anorexia nervosa from about 14 to 18. at one stage she had a BMI of 12 and was close to being sectioned. Instead she had cognitive behaviour therapy and is now the very happy mother of a very beautiful little girl - i would say that wouldn't i being her grandad. So I know something about mental health problems from both sides. As it goes, my daughter is now a psychologist helping peopel with drug-related problems. She often says that she's glad she had anorexia becasue it has made her the person she is today.
As it goes, I can live a pretty happy life even though I still have this all-pervading, low-level 'dullness'. I once endured this relentlessly for ten years from my mid-thirties to mid-forties. I just kind of refused to give in to the feelings, kind of laid seige to them. In the end I starved them out. Problem is, I think mental illnesses feed on emotions and my illness seems to have eaten most of mine.
I'm meant to be a pretty smart guy, good job, degree in philosophy, read a lot of heavy duty literature - even understand most of it (not Ulysses, mind) but I can't begin to figure any of this stuff out.
It will never, ever beat me though.
I would however argue the point that OCD and other mental illness is a lot more than a 'behaviour'. My disorder is one that I battle daily. It is something that I should be able to discussed openly so others can understand why my 'behaviour' may be different to that which it may be if I didn't suffer from OCD.
Thank you for your comments, it certainly is a very valid point of view, but one that I felt I wanted to balance. Charlotte Fantelli
Given the state of politics, not a moment too soon.
"something Victoria wants to keep a secret."
Albert was into piercings?
"I am certainly not alone, let's face it people"
how many of us have actually been tested?
"Something I thought would be a walk in the park"
can so easily become, a stroll though a minefield of dog doings.
"waiting for someone to come out, to avoid opening that bloody 'pull' door"
because nobody has marketed disposable devices, to evade intimate contact with suspect surfaces?
"If only I had seen the reality, the flaws that we all carry, the oddities"
in our perception processes. It’s a wonder we ever make sense of anything, let alone constantly succumb to confusing ourselves.
"Mad Confessions"
It’s the ones that don’t realize we’re not all there, that need looking out for.