Reach Out and Touch Someone: the Effects of (In)Visibility on a Community

For the most part, response to the article I shared in lastweek's blog was positive.  Those who were upset by it mostly kept quiet, which I consider to be the high road, and appreciate.  I had some people disagree with me, which was also fine, in that I could listen to them and then move on.  I don't need the world to agree with me on my personal opinions.

I chose to write that article for a couple of reasons.  Right now, Jewish Family Services ("JFS") has paired with National Alliance for Mental Illnesses (NAMI) to do a mental health awareness campaign.  So far as I can tell, this largely involves sending out fliers that proclaim, "It's okay to talk about it."  Not that I don't appreciate the funds spent on the fliers, but visibility, especially for something with this much stigma attached, takes a little more effort than that.

The other, connected-but-not-identical reason, is that I think visibility is important in and of itself.  Regardless of my community's "push" for it, just standing up and saying, "Hey, I have this problem," allows other people with the problem to feel less alone.  More than that, it allows them to feel less broken.

So, why did I write the article?  I've talked about visibility before in this blog, and I will probably talk about it again.  As far as I'm concerned, particularly for persons with mental illness who are out in the day-to-day world, visibility is the number one issue facing mental health awareness.  As such:

I did it for the mom who contacted me and said, "Thank you," because her daughter suffers from mental illness.

I did it for the wife who called me, and thanked me, because after reading it, her husband finally opened up and talked a little bit about his depression.

I did it for the aunt who talked to me about her nephew's struggles.

I did it because mental illness, by definition, is invisible.  If I get up in the morning, and do what I am supposed to do, be that work, or chores, or my volunteer positions, I must not be depressed because depressed people don't get out of bed.  Complete, disabling depression is really the only "visible" kind.  And even there, the problem is still invisible, which is why persons who are entirely disabled by it get comments like, "You just need to try harder," or "Staying in bed isn't working for you, why don't you try something else?"

I recently read about a friend of mine's mother asking her why she was so depressed when her life was going so well.  She had no "reason" to be depressed.

My friend's nephew, who's in his teens, said, "Saying you don't understand why a person is depressed because their life is going well is like saying 'I don't know why you have asthma, there's plenty of air in here.'"

Asthma is visible.  Nobody doubts somebody is asphyxiating, or thinks someone is doing it for attention, or because they're just not thinking positively about it.  This is the same with every virus, bacterial infection or disease we can "see" in some way.

Depression, particularly depression in functional depressives, is invisible, which heightens the isolation that the disease already causes.  If you are able, if it is safe, and you are comfortable, standing up and saying, "Hey, I have this disease," takes just that little tiny bit of stigma away.  It might let one person know she is not alone.  It might let another person say aloud, "I have that, too," which might affect yet another person.  You never know.  But it might.