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[โ€“] [email protected] 7 points 1 year ago* (last edited 1 year ago)

Thinking about disgnosis reminds me of some of my experiences on LSD.

Several times I had these relevatory moments where the ephemeral nature of the universe and its gradual slipping into entropy over time became intimately tangible. When this would happen, I'd usually find it terrifying. I'd feel like the world was falling apart around me, because it literally always is.

But in these moments, I was so focused on seeing that entropy in a way that felt new that it would take some time to realize it had always been this way. It seemed like the end of the world, but the reality was that it was just a normal day and I was examining aspects of my world that I didn't normally and making connections. That's all.

Some of those connections were silly psychedelic-fueled nonsense, with whatever meaning that might lie beneath lost in some cryptic and half-undestood internal symbolism, while others were perhaps a bit more useful, but none of them were new.

To me, though, these revelations felt apocalyptic in the moment, and of dire urgency. It felt as though the realization itself presented a dire threat, as if it itself was entropy, but in reality the only thing that had changed was my awareness.

Diagnosis, to me, is a similar beast. We're attempting to peel back the falsely self-protective veil of ignorance about our own internal workings, and we see these things as though they were new and should somehow define us. The reality is, though, that we're just learning how to classify and examine what was already there. We're not describing something different from what we might have assumed otherwise, we're looking at the guts of what's made us who we are.

For some people making those connections may lead to things that can help improve their lives. For others it can be a way to divorce a person from themselves. We're taking the huge variety of human experience and trying to pigeonhole it just based on people that share various sets of common characteristics that some of them have found difficult to cope with or to make work with the expectations of their social context. If we're focused on mental health only in terms of disfunction, that's all we're going to see when we start classifying it.