Comments on: What Depression Means to Me http://www.deborahgray.org/2006/11/14/what-depression-means-to-me/ (Preferably with a decaf mocha in hand) Tue, 06 Jan 2009 11:08:11 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.5 By: debgray http://www.deborahgray.org/2006/11/14/what-depression-means-to-me/#comment-123 debgray Tue, 14 Nov 2006 22:26:46 +0000 http://www.deborahgray.org/2006/11/14/what-depression-means-to-me/#comment-123 I think the "Which dress do you like better?" question is usually either: - "I'm curious to see what your taste is like" or - "I'm not sure which, so I want you to make up my mind for me" or - "Do you want me to be innocent or trampy tonight?" I think the “Which dress do you like better?” question is usually either:

- “I’m curious to see what your taste is like” or
- “I’m not sure which, so I want you to make up my mind for me” or
- “Do you want me to be innocent or trampy tonight?”

]]> By: Charles-A. Rovira http://www.deborahgray.org/2006/11/14/what-depression-means-to-me/#comment-113 Charles-A. Rovira Tue, 14 Nov 2006 20:07:54 +0000 http://www.deborahgray.org/2006/11/14/what-depression-means-to-me/#comment-113 Those kinds of open-ended questions are the kind men <i>fear</i>! I mean we really, <i>really</i>, <b>really</b>, <i><b>really</i></b> don't like them. And for good reasons. They are full of traps as the dreaded "<i>Which dress do you like better?</i>" which isn't really about a dress. We learn the art of prevarication and politicking right there and then and to answer in the most evasive manner possible. (Or we develop a love affair with our hand.) Introspection just means knowing your what your fundamentals are, and sticking to them, or revising them when they are shown not to work anymore. Your shrink would love/hate my guts. I would ask him to define the terms and the whole thing would descend into an exploration of psychiatry, in the end revealing nothing of myself. (My first wife once called me the "<i>sanest man she knew</i>" [though that may have been damning me with faint praise.] :-) Those kinds of open-ended questions are the kind men fear!

I mean we really, really, really, really don’t like them. And for good reasons.

They are full of traps as the dreaded “Which dress do you like better?” which isn’t really about a dress.

We learn the art of prevarication and politicking right there and then and to answer in the most evasive manner possible. (Or we develop a love affair with our hand.)

Introspection just means knowing your what your fundamentals are, and sticking to them, or revising them when they are shown not to work anymore.

Your shrink would love/hate my guts.

I would ask him to define the terms and the whole thing would descend into an exploration of psychiatry, in the end revealing nothing of myself.

(My first wife once called me the “sanest man she knew” [though that may have been damning me with faint praise.] :-)

]]> By: mdmhvonpa http://www.deborahgray.org/2006/11/14/what-depression-means-to-me/#comment-111 mdmhvonpa Tue, 14 Nov 2006 13:39:50 +0000 http://www.deborahgray.org/2006/11/14/what-depression-means-to-me/#comment-111 You know, that is a fairly hard question to answer. I do believe I went though a series of depression bouts but could not really recognize it as such till quite some time later. Not being able to see the trees from the forest tends to be a fatal flaw for those of us who do not make critical introspection a daily habit. You know, that is a fairly hard question to answer. I do believe I went though a series of depression bouts but could not really recognize it as such till quite some time later. Not being able to see the trees from the forest tends to be a fatal flaw for those of us who do not make critical introspection a daily habit.

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