An article about the life and work of Marsha Linehan, a therapist and researcher at the University of Washington. Her work is centred on ‘radical acceptance’, her own method for working with suicidal people . As a therapist she is an ally to her clients rather than an adversary. Radical acceptance of oneself and one’s own feelings, accepting who and how you are rather than how you’re supposed to be.
Radical? It sounds simple, and not really – acceptance is a radical thought. I find I am sensitive to a lot of feedback about what I need to change. Trying to accept who and how I am is not so simple in the face of the opinions and (not so) helpful suggestions of family, friends and beyond…
Perhaps self acceptance is a bit like a building block, if I can find part of me that is good enough (I mean not bad, stupid, wrong, abnormal etc.) then others might discover that good in me too.
Is that it? On a societal level, I think I am saying that others are less likely to marginalise what I embrace… Stigma and marginalisation are symbiotic, one feeds the other – or I imagine a frenzied sort of feeding off of each other. Whatever it takes for stigma and marginalisation survive it is to the detriment of individuals, individuality and acceptance.
Is accepting myself an act of defiance? Possibly not what Dr Linehan is advocating through her work, but these are my own Sunday morning musings. me with lots to say and lots to learn, and defiance appeals to me.
Reading about Marsha Linehan’s life and work one sentence stands out as if written in neon lights. The New York Times journalist, and author of the article, comments that: “No one knows how many people with severe mental illness live what appear to be normal, successful lives…” That sentence, at first glance, may appear innocuous enough but it hits me right between the eyes. I start to think about the stigma surrounding metal health and a pungent whiff of discrimination is apparent. Is it just me who smells it…
Let me rephrase it to test it out:
- No one knows how many people who can’t swim live what appear to be normal, successful lives…
- No one knows how many people with thinning hair live what appear to be normal, successful lives…
- No one knows how many people with cats live what appear to be normal, successful lives…
- No one knows how many people with no imagination live what appear to be normal, successful lives…
What irks me about the statement? I think it is the assumption of what is normal. Worse is the appearance of normal – that I might look normal but really I am not. The deception implicit in maintaining a normal façade and looking successful, hurts me. There is also a discrimination built into the sentence that people with mental illness can not lead normal successful lives. Irk! I’m really irked…and I know it is an innocuous sort of statement that normal people wouldn’t question as not being a perfectly normal thing to say.
The sentence makes me think of Forrest Gump, the park bench philosopher, saying “Stupid is as stupid does”. I think Forrest was saying that having a low IQ doesn’t mean you are stupid. Now I want Forrest to say “Normal is as normal does…” Isn’t the tenet of radical acceptance to defy labels of ‘normal’? My normal may be different to your normal but that doesn’t make me, or you, not normal.
It can be a struggle to keep up appearances and look normal by being who I am expected to be. At the same time I want to bridge the gulf of perception around what is normal and what isn’t, and one way to that is to be less predictable and expected – pushing normal at the edges.
Sunday morning and at my house it’s normal is as normal does. Some days there is no normal.