Wow… it’s actually used as the example.
I’ve been thinking a lot about stigma recently. Mainly, because I just received this little blue elephant in the mail.
This guy is from the Mood Disorders Society of Canada and is part of their Elephant in the Room anti-stigma campaign. He now lives on my bookshelf and indicates that my office is a “stigma-free” zone. This is a safe place to talk about mental health and mental illness, without fear of being viewed or treated differently.
Mental health has long been the elephant in the room; something we all live with but no one wants to discuss. Let me say that again. We ALL live with mental health… be it good, poor, or somewhere in between. Get it? The same way we all have physical health, we all have mental health.
When we, or someone we love, have problems with mental health we feel uncomfortable discussing it because we are afraid that we will be judged negatively. This is stigma and it is real. Here are a few facts for you:
In Canada:
- Only 49% of Canadians said they would socialize with a friend who has a serious mental illness
- Just 50% of Canadians would tell friends or co-workers that they have a family member with a mental illness
- 55% of Canadians said they would be unlikely to enter a spousal relationship with someone who has a mental illness
- 46% of Canadians thought people use the term mental illness as an excuse for bad behavior
- 27% said they would be fearful of being around someone who suffers from serious mental illness
(from Canadian Medical Association (2008). 8th annual National Report Card on Health Care)
Those are some scary numbers… and Canada is relatively progressive in terms of its views towards mental illness. Luckily, these attitudes have gotten a little better in the past eight years, especially with the Bell Let’s Talk campaign, but Canadians still report that the stigma of their mental illness is often worse than living with the disease itself.
As I wrote about in this previous post, stigma has had a huge impact on my life. When I experienced major depression in university, I was scared to seek help. I was embarrassed and wished to die rather than talk about my problems. When my suicide attempt was unsuccessful, I was worried more about how much I had humiliated myself than I was about getting better.
Like two thirds of the people in Canada who suffer from depression, stigma kept me from getting treatment. It took further serious suicidal ideations after my children were born to scare me enough to break my miserable silence. I was in real danger of leaving my babies without a mother and that was the only thing that got me to admit to my illness.
Now that I have “come-out” of the mental health closet and disclosed my illness, both personally and professionally, the stigma I once felt has all but retreated. There are still times when I feel that my words or actions are being judged differently than if I didn’t have a mental illness but those instances are rare.
I am more fortunate than most people. I have amazingly loving parents and a sister who is unwavering in her fierce support. I’m married to a wonderful and understanding man and I have a secure job with accommodating superiors and compassionate co-workers. I have loyal friends who I know will stick by me and a doctor who gives me hugs and sends me notes of encouragement in the mail.
When I broke my silence, the world outside my closet was kind and welcoming, the stigma that had kept me trapped was my own.
I only wish everyone’s truths could be met with such understanding and support.
If you would like to join the fight against stigma, please visit the Mood Disorders Society of Canada or a Mental Health organization in your country to learn the facts.
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