Dehumanized: I Become My Mental Illness

The last place one would expect to be dehumanized and belittled because of Mental Illness is at a hospital. Or, at least that’s what I would have thought. Apparently I was wrong. The medical community doesn’t have compassion for people with mental health issues. They’re clueless. And, they’re causing more harm than they’re doing good.

I went to the hospital today. Chest pain. A cardiac case. Until they saw my scars. Then I became “the psychosomatic” cardiac case. Nevermind that I had more concerning stats than the “real cardiac case” next door (they left our doors open; I heard everything).

This is why I was written off:

Why I am the psychosomatic case

My scars. Once they saw those it was automatically a panic attack. Generalized Anxiety. Questions about hospitalizations for my psychiatric issues (none, btw; I have never been hospitalized. Not that it is a badge of honor, just that they should think before stigmatizing and stereotyping). Diagnoses for my psychiatric symptoms (all managed by medication). No questions about my actual medical past.

All the other aspects of my labs that could not possibly be caused by my f*cked up brain. Ignored, except for my potassium because it was too low to ignore. I was treated for hypokalemia (my potassium being extremely low is ironic since the labs also still show stage 2 kidney disease, proves how awful my eating habits have been… if I weren’t a healthy weight, with my labs they would have pushed an ED diagnosis). I was given IV potassium, a prescription for an anxiety med, and then sent on my way. All better.

The psychosomatic case. The head case. It’s all in my head. My head created the 190 resting heart rate. My head created the irregular EKG. My head created the elevated creatinine. My head created the increased BUN. My head created the protein in my urine. Pretty sure impaired kidney function suggests at least watching for some genuine cardiac issue. But maybe, if I give them the benefit of the doubt that would be the zebra because low potassium is the opposite of what should happen. Except they never even asked about medical conditions other than mental illnesses. And they never asked for a detailed family history, if they would have then they would know about all the people who have had heart attacks in my family. Sure, I am only 29 and my troponin was only slightly elevated. But, still, am I really that powerfully mental?

If that’s all I’ll ever be, the head case, then why am I even trying to better myself mentally? My fate is sealed. Why bother? If the medical community, the helping professionals, will never see past my scars, then who am I? What am I? It isn’t like society is any more forgiving.

I am a walking billboard for self-harm. Just like one of my former students said. A former student who is going into the medical field, mind you. These are our doctors and nurses. This is indicative of a larger issue prevelent in our society. Do you think they care about the physical health of those of us with mental health issues? Doesn’t seem that way.

Oh, and when I was overweight, I got a double dose. I had to lose 60 pounds before I could get a diagnosis for my kidneys. Before that, it was all because I was overweight. I really wasn’t taken serious then. I had to literally starve myself to be taken seriously. That is our healthcare system. That is our society.

And for all of this grand treatment? $200 Plus the thousands on blood tests and mandatory EKGs that will be coming in the mail. If they weren’t required to EKG every chest pain case, I have no doubt, they never would have bothered. They already knew. Their minds were made up as soon as my sleeve was rolled up.

I’m not a person. I am my mental illness. I am C-PTSD. I am Depression. I am GAD. Maybe I’m Bipolar (verdict is out on this one). I’m not me. I’m not a person. I’m a label. I am labels given to me by people who don’t even know me. 

We deserve better than that. We deserve to be seen! We deserve to be heard! We deserve to be more than the labels slapped on us. We deserve to be more than our hospitalizations. We deserve to be more than our scars. We deserve to be more than head cases. We are real people, with real problems. And no one to advocate for us but us. I know I have to fight to stay alive. I have to fight my illnesses. And I have to fight to be taken seriously, to be heard, to be seen. Is it any wonder so many people give up that fight?

22 thoughts on “Dehumanized: I Become My Mental Illness

  1. I am sorry to say this but I steer as clear as I can from any medical system. It IS dehumanised and there is no place for real feeling within it. My experience is that doctors are clueless as to Complex PTSD which often will appear as physical symptoms anyway. I know it probably ‘should’ not be like this and I do think we need to speak up to change it, but just make sure that you are not re traumatised and take steps to protect yourself. know I was traumatised by the complete lack of human feeling and empthy when I went through my breast cancer treatment as it awoke such deep feelings they were trying to label me any way they could. They are and it is a superficial deeply ignorant and wounding system.


    1. Yeah, I figure… at this point… I’m done with the medical system. If I get anything more serious than what I’ve already got… it can do what it’s going to do. I honestly don’t know what kind of fight I have left in me. I feel belittled and dehumanized, powerless, voiceless at every turn. I mean, maybe it all is just in my head. I still shouldn’t have to hear them talk about me that way. I’m a human being. I deserve better. We all do.


      1. We do. Anne Wilson Schaeff says the system itself is sick. As is the old dying order. I dont know how it can be healed but I do feel our own healing work has to be the start. Unfortuneately we are so often alone and unsupported in it. I understand how you feel but dont let the anger over how they abandoned you make your beautiful self suffer more than it needs to. I hope its okay to say that. ❤


  2. When it comes to mental health, I feel that there is quick judgement there too. Mum would say the same as well, given her past experience.


      1. Yes. Pure crap. Even though there is some awareness and better than it was, there still needs some way to go from stories I have read.


    1. Even worse, the nurse taking out my IV said, “my daughter tried cutting. She said it didn’t do anything for her. I’m so glad. She has her drawing to cope.” I wanted to say, “I wouldn’t be so sure it didn’t work for her. She is probably hiding it from you because she knew you’d judge her.” Instead I said, “well, I have drawing, too.”

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  3. I hate that this happens alllll the time. I have encountered it a lot. So I have come to believe Im lucky when I have nice, mice as in not demeaning at least, treatment in the ER its not always that case. What really makes me angry when you have people working in the psycheward who have bad attitudes, are ignorant, or are burned out. I have had a nurse refuse to bandage my wounds saying that the supplies are expensive and you dont need them. Another time he piped in and said doing that (self harm) will get you no help. Excuse me. Argggghhhh. I have had the ER almost send me home two different times without even cleaning or sewing gluing my wound. One time I went to the ER because i felt like I was getting suicidal, they sent me home even though I was being proactive. Same time that week I came in because I tried to hurt my wrists they sent me home. Third time that week I came in with a major overdose of meds and ended up having seizures and all the other not fun stuff. Spent three days in the intensive care and then finally got admitted and helped for my crisis. I have always had hidden scars and now with my new diagnosis of CPTSD and having dissociative parts I have been struggling and started up again but this time on my arms. Its so bad looking. I didnt want it to happen, I went in to be proactive but they sent me home, now I have a roadmap on my arm. Plus they refuse to do stitches and give me glue and end up with the most ugly thick scars because of thier crappy treatment. This last time I got it sewn what a difference and less painful. Man it sounds like im in the hospital all the time with this comment but this has been spaced out over ten years. Just hugs is all I am trying to say. It sucks. Thanks for speaking out about it.


    1. I’m sorry you’ve had so many difficult experiences trying to get help. It definitely makes getting help and trusting people that much harder.

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  4. sorry one more horrendous thing. I had a nurse tell me what happened to me in childhood wasnt sexual abuse and its one of the first times I had told doctors/nurses about it.


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