Okay, this is a bit long and rambling, but bear with me, because I think this is an interesting question. To go ahead and summarize before I get started: Is it really mental illness if it doesn’t bother the person and doesn’t interfere with their ability to live within the social boundaries of society?
When I was fifteen my parents took me to a psychologist, because they thought I had ADD. This psychologist decided that I did have moderate ADD, and generalized social anxiety disorder, and clinical depression. He managed to figure this all out in one forty-five minute session with a grumpy teenager, which was rather remarkable. I thought he was full of crap, and eventually my parents stopped forcing me to go. About a year later they brought me to another therapist, this one counsellor rather than psychologist. She said she really didn’t disagree with the diagnoses, but saw I was not okay with the labels, so she dropped it.
Apparently I got marginally better - meaning I did get slightly better at acting. I don’t have many nor have I ever had many friends, and that does not bother me at all. Friends are nice enough to have, but honestly, I would be fine without them. Given the choice, I would absolutely prefer to be alone than with other people. I’m deeply introverted. As to whether or not I’m depressed…well, hell if I know, but I imagine that my not knowing means I’m not terribly wrapped up in being unhappy. I figured out how to act a bit more normally, got better at picking up on social cues, and my parents relaxed.
Then I had a rather rough first year of college, when I was 18. Over the summer, my parents made me again go back to the counsellor, trying to figure out why I was struggling in school. She again honored our agreement and didn’t delve into specific diagnoses, but I looked up the DSM code she wrote on some insurance paperwork, and apparently she had figured out that I had an adjustment disorder, unspecified type.
Which, once again, was absolute crap. My problem was not adjusting to college life, my problems were a combination of being academically unprepared for the program I was in and not actually having wanted to start college right after high school. I ended up taking a year off, did some things I wanted to do, and when I returned to school, my academic performance improved greatly, because I wanted to do it. Things have been fine: I’m doing decently academically, haven’t failed any more classes, things are fine.
Now, a ‘friend’ - and I’m using that term fairly loosely, because we’re not that close to begin with and I’m rather offended by her nosiness - has suggested that I seem like I need therapy because I’m ‘antisocial’. For starters, I’m not: while I’m certainly not social or outgoing, I don’t resent society or anything like that, I just prefer to be alone. Secondly, my behavior in no way harms anyone - I mean, I just for the most part have no effect on others. And thirdly, I told her that I’ve tried the therapy thing, and it’s useless for me. Maybe it works great for some people, but before it would do anything for me they’d have to prove to me that there’s something wrong, which, in my opinion, there’s not, so, useless.
Then she said that the fact that I drink alone is worrying. I don’t deny that I do so, but my drinking - be it alone or socially - averages to maybe three or four drinks per week: I’ll have a beer as I’m watching a movie or writing or something in the evening. I do this partly because I do enjoy the buzz, but mostly because I like the taste. My favorite drink, in fact, is that nefarious cocktail of “peppermint schnapps in a mug of hot chocolate as I curl up with a good book”. So, clearly, my drinking habit is out of control (hint: no). At that point I got fed up and walked away from her little one-woman intervention, because I was going to lose my temper.
So. I was all full of vitriol, and then I started thinking about it more academically. Is she right? If, according to the Official Standards, I have a mental illness, should I seek treatment regardless? Even if my ‘illness’ in no way adversely effects me nor anyone around me? Is it even an illness in this situation (fill in whichever ‘it’ you would like here, as clearly, there are plenty)? Please discuss, because I’m interested in opinions on the issue.
Also, please understand that no matter what people in this thread say, I’m not going to seek out therapy. I’m also not going to quit drinking, because there’s no reason to. In fact, as I’m writing this, I’m enjoying a bottle of State Pen Porter by the Santa Fe Brewing Company, and it’s quite lovely.