what a diagnosis is
a way to justify a pill prescription,
a dull tool,
one doctor’s opinion,
an idea we can ponder
in the isolation room,
Nicole Luongo
The Becoming is a brutal account of mental illness by a woman who doesn’t believe in mental illness. A lifetime of addiction, eating disorders, and trauma culminates explosively after the author begins a PhD at the University of Oxford, and while in hospital she is liberated through psychosis. Her journey from terror to self-acceptance is grueling, and she makes meaning of it by weaving reflexive narrative with classic and nascent scholarship. Part phenomenological recounting, part social critique, the text disrupts bio-medical approaches to altered states by exploring their emancipatory potential. It also illuminates how conventional mental health treatment pathologizes human suffering. In doing so, The Becoming contributes to anti-psychiatry and Mad studies projects, each of which asks, “what does it mean to be sane?”
Continue reading “Nicole Luongo”Maria Rovito
Literatures of the Body: Virginia Woolf’s Writing as a Tool of Resistance
Mrs. Dalloway (1925) was one of the first novels in the Western canon to demonstrate the psychological and physical effects of war on an individual Continue reading “Maria Rovito”
Part of MITA’s literacy mission is to empower through education. We hope to inform institutionalized individuals and people affected by the mental health industry about commitment, mental hygiene law, and their rights. Continue reading “A Cognitive Autonomy Information Sheet”
On Being Well
When you’re ill, and you reach the threshold of what you consider ‘enough pain to warrant treatment,’ you can do a number of things: you can continue to live with the pain, you can try at-home remedies, you can seek out holistic forms of treatment that exist outside the medical realm, or you can go to the doctor.
Pain is a matter of perception. Continue reading “On Being Well”
Melissa S. Bennett
The Comfort Room
I sat in an old, ratty recliner
In The Comfort Room.
With supervision, of course
Someone to judge my every facial expression
A bout of laughter
Or a single tear Continue reading “Melissa S. Bennett”