Just Like Someone Without Mental Illness Only More So: A Memoir

I wrote Just Like Someone Without Mental Illness Only More So because I was increasingly annoyed with my younger self, who had wrapped up everything with a bow. You can try but you don't just get to get over mental illness at age twenty-five, go to medical school, write a book, get married and call it a wrap. In the seventies I was in so in love with the medical model I almost thought I had invented it. "No shame. No blame." I was thrilled to not have my health be dependent on the sanity of society or the wellness of those around me. I was magnanimous about not wanting to credit insight or hard work or circumstances like the kindness of others. Now, the medical model has morphed into "Shut up and take your pills." What passes for care is medication, medication, and more medication, the purpose of which is only incidentally and occasionally to help the patient get a life. Much of mental illness is genetic, but I'm now quite sure there are people with more or less the same genetics I hav