Posts Tagged ‘mental illness’

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Donald Trump has ‘dangerous mental illness’, say psychiatry experts at Yale conference

 

Mental health experts claimed the President was “paranoid and delusional”, and said it was their “ethical responsibility” to warn the American public about the “dangers” Mr Trump’s psychological state poses to the country.

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The beautiful and tenacious Amber Lyon investigates the healing power and history of MDMA, psilocybin, LSD and others.

 

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American Psycho

I’ve slogged through so much crap this week as a result of Elliot Rodger’s final act that I think I’ll upset a few and call it for what it is. The rampage has been claimed by women, of course, ranting about rape particularly.

Elliot Rodger didn’t rape anyone. There is no indication that he could even talk to a woman. He saw himself as the opposite of brutal, uncouth rapists, labeling himself repeatedly as the “ultimate gentleman.”

He was next claimed by the religious prophecy crowd, which had no trouble tying him to the gay agenda. Gay marriage and women working outside the home were clearly to blame. That Rodger was an extreme hetero, obsessed with finding a woman to the point of insanity, seems to have been edited out of this week’s sermons.

Of course the anti-gun lobby claimed him immediately, and that was obvious. This brought in the pro-gunners and so that noise blares at the usual cacophony. When white people get shot laws get enacted, and so stay tuned to see where this initiative goes.

Critics of Hollywood were quick to jump on board too. Elliot also played World of Warcraft for 14 hours per day at one point in his life. So anti-Hollywood and anti-video games, check, check.

So it was “rape culture,” Hollywood, video games, the gays, Godlessness, gun laws etc. that created Rodger. Can’t forget the mental health establishment, which failed him with non-prescription therapy. Speculation abounds that he was on anti-depressants, and so that theory spreads widely without evidence. The reporting so far suggests that Rodger refused to take drugs, and he felt he was beyond perfect as-is, as any of his many vlogs will establish.

The extreme right was typing “false flag” the evening of the spree. They discredit themselves.

I’ve seen a lot of prefabricated agenda-driven hype on Elliot Rodger, preformed ideologies that his rampage fit neatly into. The narrative that impresses me the most, the one with the most evidence and substantiation, however, is this one:

Portrait of a Psychopath: UCSB Shooter Elliot Rodger a Child of Hollywood, Privilege, Isolation

Elliot Rodger, if you listen to his words, is the closest thing we’ve had yet to American Psycho.

“I always loved luxury and opulence.”

The virgin spree-shooter, like the others, had a broken spring in his head. His drive for love, superiority, sex and acknowledgment are fairly universal themes though. Elliot was a lonely, shy person who couldn’t relate to others, and he never did figure out how to approach women. He also had a case of extreme narcissism. This victim-complex became more severe over time with each failed attempt at romance. Rodger, an American neo-Caligula, believed himself to be the most deserving of all, and it shocked him to his fibers that he was unwanted and alienated, when in fact he did everything the culture suggested would work out for him. He was a product of magazine advertisements, television and movie iconography, red carpet galas and paparazzi hysteria. He wore the right clothes, drove the right car and he bragged in exasperation that his sunglasses cost $300. So why not the expected rewards of attention, sex and love, his consumerist fairy tale? Movie actors just across the room received all that and more without even trying.

They’re kissing right now. It’s torture for me to watch, but I have to do this. I have to film this. I have to show the world why life isn’t fair. I have to show everyone why I hate the world, ’cause no girl would do this with me.”
-Elliot Rodger (My reaction to seeing a young couple at the beach, Youtube, May 23, 2014)

Elliot Rodger forces us to consider his case, because we don’t expect him. We assume someone with everything, all the luxuries, the youth, the potential, the connections, will automatically thrive in our society. He was well positioned to follow the yellow brick road into Hollywood, but he had a loose screw. Perhaps a biological problem with his brain, that coupled with his sense of superiority and entitlement made him the perfect psycho killer.

Seven cops descended upon his apartment last month, and yet none bothered to search his bedroom; they were so charmed by this “ultimate gentleman.” The story of which of his videos triggered the police alert and whether the police actually watched it remains fuzzy. Further, the particulars of his admissions at that time, and whether they clearly showed him to be a threat, are hard to piece together. Add to that a number of deleted videos from Youtube, and the picture may be getting fuzzier by the day. ‘What did the police know, and when did they know it,’ is a valid question. ‘Why didn’t they know it’ would be another. Rodger’s own mother had alerted his therapist over disturbing videos he had posted. The therapist eventually contacted police to check on him, but what exactly was said? And what wasn’t?

So love turns to hate, jealousy to rage. It’s a timeless descent, and we’ve seen this show before. Interestingly Rodger accepted a compromise, an escape plan for a while.

…if I could somehow become a multi-millionaire at a young age, then my life would instantly become better than most people my age…. That was a form of peaceful, happy revenge and it became my only hope.”

His only hope at avoiding the planned “Day of Retribution,” is what he means. Elliot seems to have been America’s son, a true believer ready to kill and die for the Consumerist Dream. He’d accept multi-millions of dollars in lieu of love and sex. That sum was easier dreamed than achieved, it turns out.

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I am not part of the human race. Humanity has rejected me… Magnificent, glorious, supreme, eminent… Divine!” (Manifesto)

Elliot Rodger began by throwing drinks at couples at coffee shops. He progressed to trying to push girls off a ledge at a party, for which he was thrown down himself and then beaten.

“A dark, hate-fueled rage overcame my entire being, and I tried to push as many of them as I could from the 10-foot ledge.”

He purchased a Supersoaker to fill with orange juice in order to attack those he felt were inferior – and that could be pretty much anyone. Perhaps he longed to fill it with his own urine, but his gentlemanly sensibilities prevailed.

In addition, I had to suffer the shame of other boys respecting me less because I didn’t get any girls. Everyone knew I was a virgin. Everyone knew how vulnerable I was to girls, and I hated everyone just for knowing it.” (Manifesto, Epilogue)

Elliot Rodger stabbed three boys to death prior to his shooting rampage. His hatred of men whom he felt were inferior is similar to his hatred of the beautiful women who had rejected him, “the stupid, degenerate obnoxious men.” Those undeserving inferiors received all the affection in Elliot’s world because women were blind to his magnificence.

They think like beasts and in turn they are beasts. Women are incapable of having morals or thinking rationally. They are completely controlled by their depraved emotions and vile sexual impulses… The most beautiful of women choose to mate with the most brutal of men, instead of magnificent gentlemen like myself.”

On the day of the rampage that loose screw finally fell right out. Whether any mental health treatment could have affected Elliot Rodger or not, we’ll never know. Whether there was enough evidence to hold him in custody, we can’t be certain. His manifesto, My Twisted World, was emailed out just prior to the spree. It would be read too late to affect the outcome.

Near the end, we find the true depth of Elliot Rodger’s psychosis…

In order to completely abolish sex, women themselves would have to be abolished. All women must be quarantined like the plague they are, so that they can be used in a manner that actually benefits a civilized society. In order to carry this out there must exist a new and powerful type of government, under the control of one divine ruler, such as myself. The ruler that establishes this new order would have complete control over every aspect of society… The first strike against women will be to quarantine all of them in concentration camps. At these camps, the vast majority of the female population will be deliberately starved to death… I would take great pleasure and satisfaction condemning every single woman on earth to starve to death… It is the only way to purify the world.”
-Elliot Rodger, infamous Isla Vista psycho killer

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Peruse this list from the 1800s of psychiatric offenses that could get you committed to the nut house.

Then have a look at how shrinks operate today…

 

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A serious look at depression, and based on the memoir of a writer who had gotten a journalism scholarship to Harvard in the 80s. Of course, I only needed to know two things: naked + Christina Ricci.  I’m shallow like that, as readers will have already suspected.

So, this isn’t a sermon on the glory of Prozac, nor is it an indictment of these mind altering chemicals now handed out like candy on Halloween.  It lands somewhere in the middle.

Liz (Ricci), arrives at Harvard and proceeds to descend into madness.  With awards and a job writing articles for Rolling Stone magazine, the stress quickly sends her off the deep end.  Failing to sleep for days, she obsesses to the point where she’s dragged into a doctor by her friends.

Unable to cope with the mildest disturbances, her madness is profound and scary.  Her family is intertwined with her emotional firework displays, and her sudden mad love for a boy blows up in her face.  On the verge of suicide, her therapist prescribes Prozac, which alters her awareness sufficiently that she… why am I giving all this story away?

You’re supposed to watch the thing.  It’s a blunt, realistic drama.  The subject matter reminded me of Silver Linings Playbook, another highly recommended film.

As someone who has had experience with people on the abyss, it’s a good, solid portrayal.  Jessica Lange, as Lizzie’s overbearing mother, gives a captivating performance and shows her talents.  The characters are specific and true to life, and the conclusions…?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJICKrRMlOA

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Crazy Genius?

Script here

Really great film, dramatic, funny, great acting.  I’ve got to let Jennifer Lawrence know I’m married because she keeps getting me to fall in love with her.

It’s Bradley Cooper with a performance to remember as a bipolar guy whose life has fallen apart.  Everyone in the film is crazy, including DeNiro and Chris Tucker.  Such an engaging domestic story about a wacky family and trying to deal with mental illness.  Jennifer Lawrence throws a monkey wrench into it, and it becomes a tense love story.

The movie is based on a book, and this has been effective at getting various mental conditions talked about.  The public has responded well to seeing realistic manic behavior and the struggles which are set off from stress.

Having witnessed much of this first hand, I appreciated the film and the performances.  The whole thing works, guided by David O’Russell, himself pretty out there.  So, we’ve got crazy guy, crazy girl, crazy father, crazy writer and crazy director – making movie magic.  We could use some more.

When I have more time I’ll analyze the script.

 

Bonus… from the crypt…

O’Russell on Stress (literally)

 

 

One look at the trailer for this freak show and I knew it was something I had to see.  This was the other, other side of LA that usually doesn’t even end up in indie low budget films.  These dregs seem to have one purpose, and that’s to make us feel better about our own lots in life.

Essentially, a mentally-ill epic loser, who can’t even seem to dress himself, winds up with a dead body, an institutionalized brother urging him to kill himself and assorted other problems, but he’s looking for happiness in the Swiss Alps.

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Not for everyone.

On Netflix.