Help is around the corner

January 21, 2011 § 2 Comments

Today I read a very interesting post. One line in that blog is haunting me, “And I cut myself”. As a teenager, I did things I’m not very proud of. I repeated them in 20s. Certain instances I have blocked from my memory. Many of friends have faced same. And They all were cries for Help. We looked around, found no one and resorted to hurting ourselves. Should we have done it? Of course Not. We were not smart or emotionally equipped to handle certain situations. And sadly, there was no one around to talk about it. Why?
Because, As a Society (Indian One), we look down on depression. We believe it’s an imaginary problem and doesn’t require any help. In some cases, maybe not. But in some cases, Yes, it’s needed.
Going to a psychologist or psychiatrist is not encouraged. Why not? Do we realize how many lives can be saved? Yes, we are Indians and we have families to help us. But not everything can be discussed with families and friends. And what if they are the reason?
What are we really afraid of? I tell you what. As Indians, we don’t like to let strangers know that we might have a problem at home. Nobody should realize that we might not be perfect. Nobody should be able to judge us. Dirty Laundry is not even acknowledged, let alone be aired. We are brilliant in denials. and We believe denial means problem doesn’t exist.
Can we somehow get over ourselves and start treating such problems as real problems? Can we please not call a person crazy just because he/she went to a psychiatrist? Can we please be open enough that our kids can ask us for help?

PS: I know all families are not like that. Sadly, most are. I myself suffer from Anxiety problems and if not for timely intervention by family and medical help, I might not be where I’m today. And that’s one of the reasons I’m so fascinated by Psychology as a field.

The Great Indian Nod

September 17, 2008 § 1 Comment

Have you ever noticed how Indians can agree, disagree and even ignore what you are saying just by simple nod? The Great Indian Nod is an amazing thing. It says I agree. It says I agree but that doesn’t mean I’ll do what I’m agreeing to. It can also also say I disagree but I’m just being polite. It can also mean I really don’t understand you but It’s better to nod than otherwise.
G is always mystified by it. Esp when even I do it. It’s in our genes. We do it subconsciously for everything. He is always confused if I just agreed to what he said or if I’m just being polite. I don’t even realize most of the time that I’m doing it til he points it out. And point out he does.
I never realized how big part nod was playing in my daily routine til I sprained my neck. For last 2 days, I cannot turn it sideways. And can you imagine how hard it is to agree to your boss or says yes it’ll be done with the nod..
Yup, Indians would be nodding at this line and I cannot…
Lets hope I get better soon and can easily nod again.

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