mental health

Why is Sex “Dirty”?

Despite vehemently disliking the phrase, I’ve been called a “dirty girl” on multiple occasions by various guys since the beginning of adolescence. I’ve also frequently been told that I have a “dirty mind” because I enjoy thinking and talking about sexual topics. I wonder, why do we refer to sex as “dirty”? (more…)

Emotional Pissing Wars: My Pain Is Bigger Than Your Pain

I read recently about the celebrity Twitter scornfest regarding Kendall Jenner’s now minorly infamous tweet about wishing “things could be easier sometimes”. Frances Bean Cobain chastised Jenner’s self-involvement during a time when “poverty, draught, disease” and worse continue to plague our world. And yet, I sympathize with Jenner’s plight.

A friend of mine once confessed during a depressive episode that although she feels sad about her personal struggles, she also battles guilt because other people in the world have “bigger problems” than hers. What right does she have to feel bad about family, friendships, her own self-esteem, or her direction in life when there are millions of people living in war zones without sufficient access to clean drinking water? (more…)

That Time You Wanted to Kill Yourself

As I prepare for a lengthy and fulfilling career as a psychotherapist, one of my greatest fears is how I will help suicidal clients. My thirteen-year-old brother killed himself a week before I turned seventeen, and although his suicide is a topic which regularly invades my mind and which I openly discuss with anyone who asks, I am concerned that in a professional setting, I may not be able to maintain the sufficient emotional composure which my client-therapist relationships will require. Suicide may always be too “close to home” of a topic, despite the time which has passed since Connor’s death. But even as angry, disappointed, and frustrated as I am with Connor for killing himself, his suicide forced me to reconsider my views on the subject. (more…)

That Time I Sold My Shoes To Creepy Old Men (Foot Fetishism, Part 2)

On a lark, I listed some dirty, old shoes on eBay last summer. Years ago, my collection of shoes hit the 130 mark, and I just don’t have the room (or energy) to love and appreciate most of them anymore. I had heard that it’s possible to make hundreds of bucks on eBay selling used shoes to fetishists, so I figured, hey, why not give it a whirl. I artfully crafted a few listings and crossed my fingers. I mean, I love shoes, shoe fetishists love shoes… boom, instant camaraderie and cash. After all, we’d be looking out for each others’ best interests in a sorta-kinda-almost perverted mutualism, right?

Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.  (more…)

Ultimate Cuteness: Cuddling Bros

Introducing the next best photo collection of absolute adorability, right after baby animals. Cuddling is SO good for the brain, as well as the soul. A little extra cuddling each day would do wonders for all of us.

cuddlers

See the collection here: http://www.queerty.com/the-ultimate-collection-of-cuddling-bros-photos-20140503/

The Loneliness of Social Networking

http://www.slate.com/articles/double_x/doublex/2011/01/the_antisocial_network.html

Facebook, and other social media sites, are killing us softly. Social comparison is an unavoidable facet of life, but Facebook users tend to show only the most positive aspects of their lives. In turn, this leads people to assume that their lives are much less positive than those of their peers. (more…)

Foot Fetishism: Friend or Toe? (Part 1)

Believe it or not, foot fetishism is the most common of all fetishes.

As with other fetishes, most of its population is male — like, upwards of 90% — but a small percentage of foot fetishists do identify as female.

Foot steppingIt is also common for foot fetishists to have other fetishes (for objects like shoes, toenail polish, hosiery, etc.) or sexual preferences (for behaviors like submission, domination, crossdressing, etc.) alongside their interests in feet. (more…)

Borrowed from Elsewhere: The Colour of Depression

The link below redirects to a powerful, eloquent reflection from a former psychiatric nurse on his personal experiences with depression.

http://jamessweeney59.wordpress.com/2014/03/19/the-colour-of-depression/

Excerpt: Whenever I hear someone talking about depression or read an article or report in the media, the overwhelming impression given is one of blackness, Churchillian phrases such as “Black Dog” or the ubiquitous “Black Cloud“. Not only are these yet more instances of negative use of the word Black, but do not match my own experience of Depression. To me it has no colour, or at best an opaque nothingness, that couldn’t even be described as shadows or fluctuations of light and dark. (Read more)

As I stated in a comment on his post, part of the reason I’m aspiring to become a therapist rather than a psychiatrist is because of my distrust of the overly-medicated “solutions” to mental health afflictions. I recognize that some mental illness are primarily biological in nature and must be fixed with encapsulated chemical concoctions, but medication intended to artificially alter neurochemicals in order to alleviate emotional dysfunction all too often leads to ignorance of the underlying emotional issues at play.

Borrowed from Elsewhere: The Deal With Should

I really enjoyed reading this post. We all too often forget just how powerful the damage can be when we internalize all our automatic “should”s every day. Even something as simple as substituting a “would benefit from” in place of a “should” is a quick way to revitalize daily thinking for the better and avoid piling on unnecessary (and somewhat arbitrary) obligation and shame.