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Columbus Sailed The Ocean Blue In 1492 . . . India, You lucked Out.

If you have social anxiety disorder, there’s a very particular phrase that I’m sure teachers and professor alike say that you and I hate equally:

“Feel free to ask any questions”

What does that even . . . mean? How do you feel free to ask a question? If someone has a secret for it, I’d like to know; I’ve been trying to do that for years.

And if you have social anxiety disorder and you’re in college, you’re probably well aware of the fact that you have to talk. If you’re in graduate school, you’ve probably had to do at least one Socratic seminar (I did mock one’s in high school, they sucked ass) and if you’re in sciences, you’ve probably had to work with a group or at least a partner.

If you have social anxiety disorder and you’re in college and you experience any of the aforementioned (or any equivalent), than you probably have a very clear understanding of how hard it can be to speak and think at the same time.

I’ve gotten better since high school, but still encounter moments when I struggle in composing my thoughts and stutter like a first grader trying to read The Odessy by Homer.

Regardless, it’s Thursday night currently and you know what that means: I had my Native American Literature class, so here comes a mess of thoughts.

The thing about this class is the very feeling of it encourages participation. In grade school dread always washed through me when I heard that word. It still does, I just choose to ignore it. The same goes for the phrase “Well, here’s what we’re going to do” and “this should be fun”. Both of those phrases are notorious for preceding a group activity or class-wide participation that would torture me for an hour or so.

But my professor in this class never uttered the words “participation”, although we often break into smaller groups for discussion and then discuss as a whole class. Now I’m not thrusting my hand in the air and being a know it all like I could be, but if I got randomly called on I can tell my anxiety would be lower than usual. The aura of the class demands respect, it encourages it, and it nourishes it. Even when I get people staring at me I can more easily brush it away. Because whether or not they think I’ve said something stupid or think I look stupid or sound stupid or whatever, the aura of the class squanders whatever power they might put in their judgement.

Whenever we finish a paper, about every other week (the class is only once a week for three hours), we form groups and read them allowed. Mind you, this takes a while as each paper is 7 pages plus. One girl kept staring at me. We were all in a circle. She sat across from me, started writing in her notebook, and rested her chin on her hand and directed her eyeballs right at me. I’m not joking. Then she started writing again. Now, I’m not paranoid but . . . the fuck you writing about me?

Anyway, I let it slide. I read my paper last, of course, and all the other groups had already finished. The professor started wandering around telling them that I “have some great things to say” and that they should listen to me too. So he had me start over reading my paper aloud to my group of four (not including me) and another group of five. Then, I heard the shuffle of other footsteps. The rest of the class ( a huge group that was reading outside) came in and were instructed to listen as well. So I basically read my eight page paper to the entire class.

I don’t mind that at all; reading my words off a paper is easier than trying to explain my thoughts orally. If anything, I take it as a huge compliment. If there’s one thing us people with Social anxiety disorder think, it’s that what we say is irrelevant, that what we say is dumb and no one would ever care to listen. Whether these people were forced to listen or not didn’t matter to me; the fact that the professor acknowledged my words only reminds me my thoughts are valid. That’s something I’ve never experienced in a class setting.

I’ve had teachers compliment my writing, that’s nothing new, but to have it shared in a community like setting, and for it to be appreciated–that’s something they don’t stress in public education very often. Not here, at least.

And don’t you even worry about it; if you’ve been reading my posts for a while you know I’m very outspoken about mental health and when I can find a way to weave our struggles into something available to the general public, I do it. And I did it tonight. There were a few pieces we read that used “schizophrenic” as a way to describe the split mind of America, which is really one of my pet peeves. Of course, the use of the term was relevant in this woman’s book so I didn’t argue it. Instead, I transformed the metaphor she used and manipulated the words with a real life example that reminded whoever the reader (or listener) of my paper was, that this disorder isn’t just a word.

I talked about my own struggles too. Afterwards a woman came up to me and thanked me for writing those struggles, as she’d experienced much of the same in her life. And as I walked to my car I realized how often people stay silent about mental health just as they stay silent about Native Americans. And I realized I’ve never been ashamed of my anxiety, of my depression, of my twisted way of thinking, unless people gave me a reason to be. Even as I read my paper, I got a queasy feeling in my stomach–because, shit, they’re going to start thinking I’m crazy.

Why is it taboo to talk about this? Why are we getting messages that we should be ashamed of how we act, that we need to fix who we are with all these treatments, with all these methods?

All I have to say to that, is this: Get the fuck up out of here with that shit before I fix your face; it’s looking a little stupid.

My professor told a story of a friend of his who is Apache and how he applied to a Christian University to get his degree to be a drug and alcohol counselor. The board woman loved his record and wanted him to attend but said . . . “well, you have to be Christian to go here.”

He said, “I’m not Christian; I’m Apache.”

She said, “Well, why don’t you go pray to your deities and see what they think about you converting to Christianity while you’re coming to our university.”

He said, “Okay.”

He went and he prayed and he came back. He said, “I prayed. I am who I am. I can’t do what you asked of me.” He continued with “Now since I did that, I want you to go home and pray and I want you to see what Jesus Christ would say about me attending this University.”

She said, “Okay.”

She went home and she prayed.

She called him and she said, “You’re accepted”. And she approached him and said “Thank you, young man, for reminding me what it means to be a good Christian.”

Whether you’re religious or not, It doesn’t matter. The point of this is you are who you are. And anyone telling you otherwise, anyone making you into something otherwise, or anyone making you feel like you should be otherwise, isn’t worth your time. That includes aspects of society. That includes the drug companies telling you a drug will make you normal.

Normal is who you are. That’s normal for you.

Sure, I want to be a little more at ease around people, I don’t want to be depressed; there’s a lot of things I want to improve in my brain. But that’s just it: I want to improve it, not change it. I don’t need to change it. I don’t need to be a social butterfly. I don’t need to be some happy freak skipping down the sidewalk. I need to be whoever I am.

The same man applied for a drug counseling job on a reservation. They loved him. When they asked for his card (You have to have a card to be considered truly Native American to the U.S government) he said he did not have one. They said he needed one. He said he will never get one. They went back and forth for a while. He told them “are you free people or are you dictated by the laws of the government?”

Reservations are supposed to be a sanctuary where people are free to live how they have for thousands upon thousands of years on this continent. Yes, thousands of years. If you live in America, millions of people stood where you stand before the year 1492.They kept it clean, proliferating with vegetation, and otherwise untarnished. Appreciate that fact.

Anyway, they wouldn’t hire him.

Two months later they had reconsidered and called him for the job.

Be who you are whether someone agrees or not. You have the right to stand up for yourself and in standing up for yourself, you’re standing up for all of those who struggle with you.

P.S: Just to be clear, I’m not saying run around in a murderous rampage after you flush your medication down the toilet, I’m saying be proud that you have the right to run around in a murderous rampage after you flush your medication down the toilet.

They tell you that you don’t have that right, but you do.

Doesn’t mean you should.

Don’t murder people.

It’s not nice.

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About AlishiaDee (378 Articles)
Alishia D. is a blogger, a beginning novelist, and a counselor at 2nd Story Peer Respite house where diagnostic labels and the culture of mental health is long forgotten. She's a mental health peer who has bounced through as many labels as she has doctors, and enjoys being sarcastic when she can. She also hates writing in 3rd person.

5 Comments on Columbus Sailed The Ocean Blue In 1492 . . . India, You lucked Out.

  1. mentalbreakinprogress // October 9, 2015 at 12:05 am // Reply

    Thank you for this 🙂 You words ring true for me and slowly but surely I am starting to own what makes me…me…and you know what? I’m not gonna apologize damn it so there…lol phew! that felt pretty good! I love your story about the Apache man…no matter who you are…just own it…the rest will follow…except murder…jail time follows that…so umm yeah I agree…don’t murder people lol Also, I love despite your anxiety, you read your paper to the class and you continue to blog here 🙂 If you’re interested, I would love for you to come by and visit, I am holding a Meet & Greet right now for all of us wonderful bloggers out there 🙂

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  2. Your sarcastic wit…always makes me laugh…thanks for that!!….And your blog is brilliant as always!!…If I could have your permission…I’d might want to use excerpts from your writing in some of my future postings…especially about mental health ( of course I would give you the proper credit for anything I use)…ok back to your essay/blog/…I think giving ourselves permission to be who we are…and not what some else thinks we should be, is so important and not always easy for those of us with monster size insecurities. You also reminded me by this that we should also give other people that respect & consideration….allowing them to be who they are without judgment. Many times friends, family members, and others in our lives, may not act in ways that we personally approve of….but that doesn’t give us the right, to try to change them. Accept people for who they are…love them anyways if you can, or wish them well and be on your merry way. Thanks again for sharing your amazing mind with us…always insightful! 🙂

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    • Haha your very welcome! 🙂 Im so glad it makes you laugh 🙂 And Oh for sure! You can use excerpts all you want! I mean, as my professor says: “hey, if you like someone’s writing, steal it!” LOL. Its sharing the message that counts, I think is what he’s trying to say, Ha!…..Oh absolutely. Its so hard not to judge others or ourselves or freak out about what other people think of us and sometimes it’s just a matter of practicing how not to. I try. Sometimes I think it’s impossible XD. Other times I do alright. That’s life though, I suppose. Thank you for reading and always giving me insightful commentary back, I think that kind of communication is important and helps us both learn new things! 🙂

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