I picked up the October '05 copy of Parents magazine yesterday. There’s a lengthy (for a crap magazine) story on mommies these days using antidepressants - not to treat major depression, but to keep “pepped up”. Could Taking Antidepressants Make You a Better Parent is the name of the article. It’s truly frightening.
The first example they use is a woman who sent neglected (their word) her 2- and 5-yr-old children by sending them off to play by themselves or watch TV “too often” (no idea where that boundary is). So now she’s on Prozac. And she’s a “much better mommy.” More calm, more engaged. Sure.
This is the same magazine with ads on every other page - “Moms can be heroes” (buy some Mederma, no sign of childhood scrapes in your house!). “Is your child’s asthma really under control, or do you just think it is?” Their editorial on Halloween - “OMG! My kids brought home 213 pieces of candy! I wrote down all the brands and did some research! That’s a gazillion calories! Enough to feed Jamaica for an hour!”
Yeah. No pressure to that job, no reason for those women to be anxious and overwhelmed, nuh-uh! Talk therapy? Why bother - pills are cheaper! Plus what (good, self-sacrificing) mommy has time for appointments?
It’s even scarier to me that mothers are evidently supposed to seek a forced calm, a false reality. No freaking out or your kid will be screwed up - keep happy, damn you.
I’m seeing you guys debate “crappy parenting” in this thread, and whether or not it’s a factor in mental illness. I don’t know how you define “crappy” parenting. But I will tell you for a fact that crazy parenting sometimes makes for crazy children.
In my experience, playing around with reality is dangerous. Denying what’s really happening, what people are honestly feeling and thinking - those will make a child crazy. Crazy families put pressure on their children to embody the parents’ fantasies about themselves, the reality they wish existed. That can make a child crazy. Read I Never Promised You a Rose Garden.
Not that antidepressants are always bad - they can really help a person change course, lift themselves out of a series of depression-based choices and into a new set of options that were previously unimaginable. And for new moms in particular, PPD can be debilitating. My post-partum anxiety attacks were so strong, I couldn’t breathe. Much less walk.
AHunter3 your OP really resonates with me; I’ve tried to join this thread several times, but just end up sobbing; there’s so much I want to say, this topic is so overwhelming. My Mother is mentally ill. I agree with you that the vast majority of therapists (Ph.D., MD, PsyD, MSW) are lousy; I did meet one profound exception, but only the one. The person who has helped my mother the most was a minister, whom she saw for 10 years. I agree with you that the physical component is (often) a symptom of, not the source of, the problem. Personally I think the problem is (often) spiritual at its core. In my experience, people struggling with mental illnesses are (often) at war with themselves, with their existence. I’ve learned to love my Mother with her illness, with her quirks and disabilities, and with or without her meds! And I agree with you, ECT is barbaric. I wish you peace.