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Men’s Mental Health and the Manosphere

June, which is coming up faster than you think, is Men’s Mental Health Month. We can expect PSAs about depression and PTSD, messages that men are allowed to have feelings and seek help, and actors and sports stars admitting they have reached out to other men who were having problems.

Teens and young men in particular need to see and hear these messages. In addition to raging hormones and brains that aren’t fully developed in the impulse control regions, young men don’t often learn how to deal with troubled thoughts and feelings, and they can fall victim to addiction to violent video games or online gambling. These powerful forces influence them in ways that are detrimental to their mental and emotional health.

And on top of all that, they can be lured into unhealthy feelings and behaviors by the Manosphere.

What Is the Manosphere?

The manosphere is a section of the internet, including social media apps, Reddit, YouTube, blogs, podcasts, gaming forums, websites, and communities that give a voice to dissatisfied, lonely, frustrated, and frequently hostile men. Their needs are real, but the solutions offered for them are harmful. The manosphere likely originated from the men’s rights movement, which promoted the idea that men were treated poorly in custody decisions and other areas of life. Much of the blame was directed at feminists. One of the manosphere’s main complaints is that by encouraging men to get in touch with their softer sides and emotions, men are being feminized, and that’s a bad thing. They call giving in to feminist thinking “taking the red pill,” a reference to the movie The Matrix. Red pill content is pervasive on the internet and often referred to in real-life conversations.

The manosphere seeks to offer a different definition of masculinity that they say young people are not receiving. Unfortunately, what the manosphere presents as an alternative is toxic masculinity and a return to caveman-like behavior. Women who object to what they are promoting are viciously and often obscenely attacked online. Women in the #MeToo movement are met with stories of false accusations of rape, and women are routinely pictured as sex objects and/or adversaries. In addition, segments of the manosphere promote anti-LGBT+ views, racism, and other forms of hate speech. And the “incel” community (involuntary celibates), who blame women for not being sexually attracted to them, have been known to attack women physically in real life. They have a sense of entitlement when it comes to women’s bodies.

Why Is the Manosphere Harmful to Men’s Mental Health?

First, denizens of the manosphere preach extreme self-reliance. And they deny that psychological problems even exist. Men who ask for help are seen as weak. They’re supposed to handle all their difficulties themselves. They ignore or scorn messages that seeking help for mental health is legitimate. There’s tremendous stigma attached to seeking help for depression, anxiety, loneliness, and relationship problems. And the manosphere teaches maladaptive coping mechanisms, rage, and aggression disguised as bonding and shared hardship.

Then, too, the manosphere promotes messages they call “male empowerment” or self-improvement. Teens and young men are particularly vulnerable. It sounds so positive and harmless—or fun, as parts of the manosphere claim to turn boys and young men into “pick-up artists” who scoff at the idea of consent. Empowerment, as the manosphere defines it, appeals to youngsters who feel alienated and discontented. It also results in disrespectful harassment and even violent behavior towards women and trans people they see as pushy or threatening, including authority figures such as teachers, women who blog about video games, and their female classmates as well.

The masculine ideal in the manosphere relies heavily on the physical attributes of video game and action movie heroes or bodybuilders: toned and ripped, square-jawed, and athletic. Achieving this is called “looksmaxxing,” and teens and young men are particularly susceptible to it. Preteen and teen girls already get messages from the media that their looks are deficient and in need of sometimes extreme improvement; now, preteen and teen boys are getting similar messages. This process results in significantly lowered self-esteem, and the manosphere seems to offer a solution, such as ads for products, coaches, courses, and supplements, often dangerous ones, that will help youngsters achieve the “right” body type. (Teens have actually been advised to tap on their face with a small hammer to achieve the “chiseled jaw” look.)

What to Do About the Manosphere

Combatting the malign influence of the manosphere will not be easy. Manosphere influencers present messages that appeal to teens and young men, who don’t realize how harmful they are. Getting young males to listen to messages that men are allowed to have, and do have, mental health difficulties, and that seeking professional help is acceptable, isn’t a “sexy” message that plays on insecurity, misogyny, and blame-shifting. But it’s something that needs to be done before we lose a generation of young men to a vision of toxic masculinity.

Another avenue that needs to be considered is educating young men with critical thinking skills and information on how the internet works. They need to be able to examine manosphere content with an eye toward how reliable the information they receive is and what the poster has to gain. They need to understand that when they click on a link or watch a video, they will receive more content related to that interaction—more videos of Andrew Tate and other influencers, more links to other manosphere sites, more content that espouses misogynistic and patriarchal views, and more looksmaxxing promotion.

We need safe, male-friendly, and peer-to-peer spaces in families, schools, and counseling practices for young men to process what they hear versus what they feel. They need to know that talking to other young men and to mental health professionals about their problems, questions, and difficulties is a valid way to get the support they need. We need to offer alternatives to the manosphere, examples of nontoxic masculinity, and ideologies that don’t present women as the enemies of men. We need to present messages that there is no one way to look or to be if you’re male, and no one way that women view men or act toward them. In particular, those messages need to come from male role models in boys’ lives and in the media. And those messages need to be appealing and repeated. Of course, women have a lot to offer, too. But until the influence of the manosphere is tamed, women’s messages are likely to be discounted, ignored, or even violently rejected.

That’s a lot to ask of a PSA.

When Journaling Doesn’t Work

If there’s one thing people tell you to do when you have a mental health issue, it’s to start a journal. They may not call it that. They may say it’s a place to write affirmations, or things you’re grateful for, or aspirations. But what they really mean is a journal, a written record of what’s going on inside you.

But sometimes that doesn’t work. You may not be in touch with your inner feelings yet enough to know what your dreams mean or whether you need to explore your inner child’s trauma. It may simply be too soon.

Writing isn’t a bad idea, though. It just may be a mistake to call it a journal or to try to make it a way to explore your inner life. But there are other things you can do while you’re waiting until journaling is right for you.

One avenue you can try is other forms of writing. Don’t even think about your difficulties and how to solve them. You can get to that later, probably with the help of a therapist. For now, just write poetry. About anything. Your cat. The tree outside your window. The guy you just met at a party. Literally anything. Don’t try to be deep. Don’t try to write something meaningful, something for the ages.

Just put words on paper. Lord knows, they don’t have to rhyme. And don’t show it to anyone. The idea isn’t to impress anyone with your innate poetic talent. It’s just to get used to the idea of putting words on paper. Sure, it will feel weird at first (especially if you do try to make it rhyme). You don’t have to set any kind of goal like writing a poem every day or even every week. Just every once in a while, sit down at your computer (or, if you must, sit with a legal pad under a lilac bush) and write a poem. Or revise one you wrote the week before.

If you feel so inclined, try setting your poem to music. Strum that old guitar you haven’t dug out in months, or noodle around on GarageBand. Don’t make it a chore. Try it, just for the heck of it. Or you can decide to scrap the poems and just play around with music. There’s nothing that says you have to write poetry. What you’re doing doesn’t have to involve words at all.

Or, if none of that appeals to you, pick up a pencil and doodle, the way you do when you’re on infinity hold on the phone. Start with boxes and squiggles. If one of them starts to look like a pirate chest, go for it. See if your doodle turns into that, or something else. Draw a cartoon face. Then draw a setting for it. Is this your pirate? Is it a bartender? Is it an astronaut? Or take an empty candy wrapper and tape it to a sheet of paper. What can you make of it? Is it the body of a bird? Does it remind you of a ballet dancer’s costume? Does it begin to look like the tree outside your window? Just keep doodling.

The point of all this is not to create Great Art or to spur Great Revelations about your inner life. The point is simply to let yourself play—with words, with sounds, with sketches. Or pottery. Or katas. Just get used to the idea of letting something inside you come out. It doesn’t have to be important and meaningful. If it’s meant to be, that will come later.

I tried to start a journal once. It was pathetic. I recorded my daily activities, which at the time consisted largely of deciding whether to get out of bed that day. I recorded what I felt (depressed). Each page, each day, was the same. It was boring and no help at all. I was a dud at journaling.

Instead, I started this blog. In it, I was free to write about myself, but also about what I saw and heard in the world around me—what other people thought about mental illness and whether I agreed with them. Things I’d heard in the news and how the stories made me feel—outraged or comforted or confused.

It wasn’t journaling. I learned a lot from it, though (primarily that journaling wasn’t for me). No affirmations. No dream analysis. Over the years, though, it’s given structure to my week and a place to say things that aren’t necessarily profound. To ask questions and grope for answers.

Go thou and do likewise. Or go thou and do something else. The medium doesn’t matter.

A New Addiction

You see a lot in the news these days about gambling addiction, particularly since there are booming sites for online gambling, prediction markets, and sports betting platforms.

Digital gambling can rise to the level of an addiction. And addiction, as the DSM tells us, is a disorder. You can have a narcotics abuse disorder or an alcohol abuse disorder. In both of those disorders, you use something—alcohol or drugs.

But gambling addiction is different. You aren’t consuming any substance. You’re performing a behavior—risking money on an outcome. It shares all the characteristics of gambling, however: risk, reward, and uncertainty.

How Digital Gambling Addicts You

Gambling addiction, and especially digital gambling addiction, works by using some of the same strategies that other addictions do, and some that are specific to technology. Here’s how apps that appeal to kids turn into digital casinos:

Solitude: Most often, it’s just you and the machine. The social cues that tell you to stop aren’t operative. This is particularly true of children, who often play gambling games online, alone in their bedrooms. That encourages, if not addiction, at least problematic usage,

Continuousness: Gambling apps provide endless content that plays automatically. The slot wheels keep turning, and the card games keep going. Other online games trap you with continuing levels and new, open-ended content. The player wants more and more stimulation and continues playing.

Speed: The faster you play slots, the longer you gamble. It’s a lot like other social media. Scrolling through new content makes it difficult for you to stop. Infinite scrolling accelerates the presentation of more content in a feedback loop.

AI: When you play against an AI system, it feeds you what you’re interested in and teases you with promises of more and new content. However, they don’t give you exactly what you want. Instead, they tease you with something close to what you want, and you keep playing to reach the reward.

Brain chemistry: When you do win, even a small amount, your brain receives a hit of dopamine, and you feel good. The sensation of winning just makes you want to play more.

Money: Online sports gambling, in particular, offers the possibility of winning actual money on the outcome of games or even plays within those games. It’s the same as the promise held out by the stock market. If you’re really quick and clever, you can reap rewards. And literally anything can be bet on. Recently, a man with insider information won $400,000 by predicting when a world leader would be toppled.

These factors combine to create a state in which a user is metaphorically glued to their device. You lose track of place and time in a kind of dissociative state that is difficult to break free from, especially for children.

The Companies That Run the Games

Online gambling really took off during the COVID pandemic, when people were sheltering at home with limited choices of amusement other than their computers and smart phones. And it has snowballed from there.

What to do about this “public health crisis,” as gambling addiction has been called? “You regulate the distribution, the speed, the type, the access to the product, because the product is what’s dangerous,” Harry Levant, director of gambling policy at the Public Health Advocacy Institute (PHAI), has said, calling for gambling to be treated like alcohol or tobacco. “The problem is the product, not the people.”

There are consequences for the players, but now there are starting to be consequences for the purveyors of online gambling and addictive digital pastimes. Both Meta and Google were tried and found liable for endangering children via their addictive products. They’re appealing, of course.

But the cases have put parents on notice that their children may not be doing homework alone in their darkened rooms. In addition to harassing classmates and posting nude pictures, they may be playing addictive games, either with points or money as the reward. If it’s money that gets exchanged, parents need to keep their credit card information secure. There have been cases in which children have lost thousands of dollars of their parents’ money playing online games. And the game companies have been notoriously indifferent to pleas for restitution. They claim that players have to be a certain age, and that they know they are spending or risking money in order to play.

Some of their “clients” have started as early as middle school. “If I had a bad day I’d gamble. If I had a good day I’d gamble,” one said. “Gambling was my best friend.”

What can be done about online gambling addiction? “If they come into the office, we do what we do for any other addictive disorder,” Dr. Timothy W. Fong, clinical professor of Psychiatry at the Jane and Terry Semel Institute for Neuroscience and Human Behavior at UCLA, has said. “We do psychotherapy, we have Gamblers Anonymous, we have medication, and strategies to get people to work hard on their recovery, where their addiction can be contained.”


 

What Is Intimacy?

The first thing you probably think of when I say “intimacy” is “sex.” That’s natural. Most people do. Sex is a particular kind of intimacy, but it’s not the only one. Others can be just as intoxicating, fascinating, and compelling. They can be a great way to bond with another person and provide fulfillment.

You may think that treatment for mental illness will take intimacy away from you. I’m here to tell you that you can still have intimacy with another person. It may or may not be sexual intimacy, but it’s valuable all the same.

Intimacy is a bond between two people. While it can be caused by sexual attraction, we all know how quickly a sexual bond can fade or disintegrate. Sometimes, a couple can have another form of intimacy once sexual intimacy is no longer possible. And, of course, there are couples who can maintain sexual intimacy until quite late in life.

Another way you can bond in a kind of intimacy is through shared trauma. As the saying goes, shared pain is halved and shared joy is doubled. The trauma doesn’t have to be a natural disaster, though that can certainly bond people who show kindness to each other. Once, I was sitting next to a man at a concert when a song touched a deep nerve and made him dissolve in tears. I reached for him and held him until the song was over. That started a deep friendship that has lasted for decades.

I’ve also found that shared symptoms can lead to a kind of intimacy. If both of you find your legs twitch when you’re not paying strict attention to stopping them, if you’re taking the same medications or have the same adverse reactions to them, or if you’ve both been gaslighted, you can find yourself exclaiming, “Hey! You too!” It helps to know that you’re not alone in your pain.

Humor, especially dark humor, is another way of sharing intimacy. It’s that shared joy principle. One way that’s worked for me and others is to use quotations from funny movies or songs—Young Frankenstein, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Buckaroo Banzai, and Weird Al Yankovic are among my go-tos. Puns. Bad jokes. A good, shared belly laugh is a powerful bonding experience. It can lead to endless conversations that reveal lots about another person.

Some couples who have explored these alternative kinds of intimacy find they can live without traditional sex or can find sexual fulfillment solo. Those are valid choices, too. Even people who have sex with a partner can use sex toys and other aids from time to time. They’re easily available on the internet, so you don’t even have to go to a potentially embarrassing sex shop.

Of course, you might point out that these kinds of intimacy require meeting people, and going out may be something that frightens you. Fortunately, technology provides answers. With telephones, computers, and the internet, you don’t have to be in the same room with another person to develop intimacy. You can even turn off your computer’s camera so your new friend won’t see you. I’ve corresponded with a kindred soul via old-fashioned snail mail. And it’s something you can work on with your therapist if non-sexual intimacy is your goal.

If sexual intimacy is what you want, however, you can start with these techniques and work up to the big event. Having a solid foundation for touch, foreplay, and sex will make the process go more smoothly. Leaping into a sexual relationship without exploring other kinds of intimacy can leave you open to disappointment, a mismatch of sexual styles, and a devastating ending. Taking your time and finding a partner who doesn’t pressure you for sex will help you achieve sexual fulfillment when you are truly ready for it.

Intimacy with sex? That’s another topic for another week.

Off My Meds, But Not by Choice

I’ve been off my meds for about a week now, and it’s really getting to me.

I didn’t go off them on purpose. It was an accident. I tried to get back on them as soon as I could. But I kept encountering roadblocks.

It happened like this. My husband and I flew down to Florida to pick up a car that his mother was giving us. We drove it home to Ohio, stopping at a nice hotel in northern Georgia. When we got home, I discovered that the bag I keep my pills in was gone.

Replacement Pills

Let me start by saying that yes, I am an idiot. I had simply taken the bag of pills and put it in our travel duffel. I know I should have one of those pill caddies so I could divide up my meds and take with me only as many as I need. But I didn’t, so when the bag disappeared, so did my entire supply for the month. I had to start replacing them.

My non-psychotropics were no problem. I simply went on my PCP’s patient portal, explained what happened, and requested new prescriptions. The doctor’s office sent them promptly to my pharmacy. I called the pharmacy to let them know what was going on. They sounded like it was no big deal. They did say that, as I was basically asking for a refill before it was time for one, my insurance company likely wouldn’t pick up the tab. That was fine. All my scripts were generics, and the pharmacy had a discount card that they applied to the costs, so it wasn’t a big financial hit. The next day, I had my physical medication needs restocked. No big hassle.

The psychotropics, not so much.

Hassles

We arrived home and discovered that the bag of prescriptions was missing late on Friday. I called the hotel we stayed at to ask whether the bag had been found. They said they would check with housekeeping the next morning. It actually took until Monday for them to determine that no, housekeeping denied all knowledge of the bag of pill bottles.

I called our pharmacy Saturday morning to find out what the process would be to refill them. I had a hunch it wouldn’t be as straightforward as the other prescriptions had been. I was right.

I would have to see my doctor to get new prescriptions ordered. They worked me in on Tuesday, the first day he was in the office. I was also told that I would need to make a police report. Two of my prescriptions were for controlled substances, an anti-anxiety med and a sleep aid. I naively thought those were the only two I’d have trouble refilling.

I tried to picture myself calling the police four states away, saying that I most likely left my medications in the hotel room, and could they please investigate. Maybe police departments are used to this kind of thing, but even if they do it all the time, I assumed that the wheels of justice would grind slowly, and they wouldn’t make it a priority. Not when it was likely a case of stupidity, not a crime.

I went to the doctor’s office on Tuesday. He listened to my story, agreed that I should have a pill caddy, and sent new prescriptions to the pharmacy over the computer. I saw him do it. I thought that would be the end of it.

Phone Tag

That was not the end of it. When I called the pharmacy to see when my meds would be ready, I was told that they couldn’t fill the prescriptions because it was too soon. I explained again about the missing bag of prescriptions and was told that I had to get new prescriptions and file a police report. I told them that I had seen the doctor just that morning and had watched him send the new prescriptions. And that the doctor had not told me I had to file a police report under these circumstances.

The pharmacy told me that the doctor had to verbally authorize filling the prescriptions early. Fine. I thought that the pharmacy would reach out to the doctor’s office, as they do when there are no refills on a prescription. But no. The doctor’s office would have to call them. By that time, the doctor’s office was closed, and Dr. G. wouldn’t be back in until Thursday.

Wednesday was spent alternately making calls to the pharmacy and the doctor’s office. The pharmacy said that speaking to the medical assistant would be good enough. But, of course, again, they didn’t mention that the office would have to call them. I spent the day trying to get the two entities to talk to each other. Each time I called the pharmacy, I spoke to a different person who had no notes on what had gone before and started all over about it being too early to refill and needing a police report. Each time I called the doctor’s office, I was told they had spoken to the pharmacy or had just left for the day.

Thursday, I had been unmedicated for a week. I wasn’t sleeping more than three hours a night, and my anxiety was working overtime. I was mentally dizzy from all the runarounds and explanations. I couldn’t remember whom I had talked to last or what I’d told them. I didn’t have enough executive function to write everything down, with a timeline and names. My voice as I spoke to the various parties was rising in pitch and lowering in coherence.

At last, I called late Thursday afternoon, and my prescriptions were ready. But only the controlled substances. The mood stabilizer and SSRI hadn’t been filled. It was too soon, I was told. Oh, they were new prescriptions? Had I filed a police report?

I’m going online right now and ordering a pill caddy.

Was My Ex a Narcissist? Maybe Not

I know I’ve said my ex was a narcissist. His pleasures and interests were the only ones that counted. If I said that I liked something, like a certain style of music or kind of food, he said, “Eat shit. Fifty million flies can’t be wrong.” He talked about how important his honor was. He invented something that I would collect, just so he could pre-select gifts for every occasion. To quote the song “My Baby Thinks He’s a Train,” “He dragged me ’round just like an old caboose.”

But was he a true narcissist or simply a self-centered asshole?

Well, he was never diagnosed as a narcissist. The only time he saw a therapist was when we went for couples counseling. He aligned himself with the therapist. He made it seem like I was the crazy one, and he was only there to help me because he loved me so much. (That was gaslighting, not narcissism.)

And that’s an important point. Only a psychiatrist can diagnose a true narcissist: someone who has narcissistic personality disorder.

What’s Narcissistic Personality Disorder?

The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual-V (DSM) has a list of criteria that add up to Narcissistic Personality Disorder. There may be changes in the DSM-VI, currently being written, but for now, in order to be diagnosed, a person has to exhibit:

A pervasive pattern of grandiosity, need for admiration, and lack of empathy, as well as five or more of the following behaviors or traits:

grandiose sense of accomplishment

My ex: Check. Always had to be the smartest person in the room, though he never completed his doctorate. Thought his middle name, Albert, was a reference to Einstein.

preoccupied with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love

My ex: Probably not. Content with a public service government job; bounced from relationship to relationship.

believes that he or she is “special” and unique and can only be understood by or should associate with other special or high-status people (or institutions)

My ex: Pretty much. Only associated with neighbors who could do something for him; felt others had lower status.

requires excessive admiration

My ex: Check. Wanted to be known as the smartest, funniest, most talented, skillful, and well-loved.

a sense of entitlement

My ex: Not sure. Regarding sex, intimacy, and attention, yes. In other ways, not so much.

interpersonally exploitative

My ex: Big check. Put people in “can’t-win” situations.

unwilling to recognize or identify with the feelings and needs of others

My ex: Check. See above.

envious of others or believes that others are envious of him

My ex: Not really, or didn’t say so.

arrogant, haughty behaviors and attitudes

My ex: Check. Corrected others’ pronunciation; got to define “quality” for others.

Explanations

By those criteria, my ex might qualify as being among the 1% or 2% of people who have a Narcissistic Personality Disorder—if diagnosed as such by a psychiatrist, not through the lens of only one person—me—who is not truly qualified to assess him. I can’t truly say that he had the Narcissistic Personality Disorder, only that he exhibited some narcissistic traits when I was with him.

There’s a possibility that we were simply incompatible, or that I exhibited unhealthy traits too, or that he was fine in relationships with others, or that he was simply a selfish asshole and nothing worse. If you were to believe social media, 30% to 40% of bad relationships were caused by a narcissistic partner.

There are different degrees of bad behavior. A person can be a gaslighter without being a clinical narcissist. They can be abusive. They can be cold and unforgiving. They can behave so badly that you think of them as abusive or narcissistic. None of those are good things. But calling someone a narcissist is giving them what is essentially a meaningless label, or at least one that says, “I suffered when I was with them.”

So, I did suffer. My ex treated me and others badly. But as for his being a real-life Narcissist, the jury remains out.

Global Wins for Mental Health

Most of us know quite a bit about the U.S. mental health system, if it can be called that. We know about its successes and its failures, its help and its harm, and its practitioners and patients. But what about other countries? What large and small actions do they take to help people with psychiatric symptoms or disorders in their countries?

First, we know that approximately 78 countries around the world have socialized medicine or some form of universal health care that includes psychiatric services. Some have reported long wait times to get help, but others are easier to access. Most psychiatric drugs are subsidized. And the societies function in ways that foster mental health. Let’s look at a couple of programs that seem to be working.

Denmark

Denmark has a program designed to fight the stigma that accompanies mental disorders. It’s called One of Us.

Giuseppe Parlatore, who lives with paranoid schizophrenia, felt the stigma himself when a former teacher assumed—and said to him—that he must be either self-harming or violent and dangerous to others. He felt shame.

Parlatore, who was diagnosed in 2009, has worked hard to cope with his symptoms and carve out a life for himself. Now he is a leading mental health advocate, working with officials to lessen the stigma of mental disorders.

One of Us works with people called ambassadors, who have mental illnesses, to work with schools, police, and hospitals, sharing their stories and focusing on recovery. The emphasis on hospitals and police, they feel, is necessitated by the fact that personnel mainly see mental patients when they are in crisis rather than when they are coping better with their illnesses.

The Danish Health Authority also has a department of prevention and inequity. Anti-stigma campaigns are a part of the Ministry of Health. They hope to see lasting effects among the population, rather than just short-term upticks in awareness. The Danes see social contacts as more likely to change opinions than education alone.

Still, the battle against stigma requires persistence. Parlatore says that for him, it’s a “generational project.”

Japan

In Japan, there is a thing called kodokushi or “the lonely death.” The population of Japan is aging, and many older adults have little to no social contact. They can die alone and not be discovered for a long time. Social isolation leads to stress and loneliness. But a program designed to encourage physical health is having an effect on the elderly people’s mental health as well.

The “yogurt ladies” started as a way to promote health by selling yogurt to households. They were easily identifiable by their blue uniforms and bicycles. They succeeded very well in making people aware of gut health.

But gut health is also related to stress and chronic loneliness, two factors affecting mental health. Social isolation is, in turn, involved with gut microbiome diversity.

Loneliness is taken seriously in Japan. The government even includes a Ministry of Loneliness, as well as a task force on social isolation. The yogurt ladies provide weekly check-ins, a friendly face, and a chance to interact with someone. They see themselves as people who look out for others. Their services are a practical factor in maintaining gut health, but they perform an important function in reducing social isolation and preventing the “lonely deaths.” The lift they provide weekly is an important factor in maintaining mental health for the aging population of Japan.

Why don’t we have programs like this in the U.S.? I think you know the answer.

No Longer Trapped

Recently, I wrote a post on how I was trapped in my house because of a lack of transportation. It wasn’t just because it’s too people-y out there in the world, though I have to admit that may have been a factor. Other factors have been that I’ve been simply too comfortable in my study, which contains nearly everything I need for my psychological and physical needs. And the bathroom is nearby.

Then, too, I have physical limitations these days. I had my left knee replaced last year and tore a muscle in my thigh afterward. My right knee is still bone-on-bone, however, and needs to be replaced, too. I also broke my right foot in two places. I can’t climb stairs yet, so I have a ramp at the front door that I have to use a wheelchair for. And I’m living on the first floor of the house. Because of the wheelchair/ramp situation, I still need Dan’s help to get out of and into the house.

So, difficulties persist, but soon I will have options. I’m getting a new (to me) used car. It’s a cream-colored Mercury Milan with only 40,000 miles on it, and it’s just been to a mechanic to check its soundness.

Logistics Are Difficult

The major problem is that Dan and I have to fly to Florida to pick it up. Having it shipped 850 miles is just too expensive. So, we have to fly down and then drive the car back. We considered having Dan fly down and drive back alone, but he didn’t want to leave me on my own for three days in case I have an emergency, minor or major. (He also doesn’t want to drive back on his own, and wants me to help with the driving and keeping him awake.)

That means we have arrangements to make, which are complicated by my infirmities. Getting to the airport is something that everyone has to do—Lyft or Uber. I’ll ask for mobility assistance (wheelchair) at all the airports because, while I usually use a walker at home and am taking it with me, I don’t move very fast with it or stand in line for long.

One thing I’m afraid of is that, since we’re flying on a small jet, we may have to board it on the tarmac with a set of stairs rather than via a jetway from the terminal. There’s no way I can make it up a set of stairs with my walker. The airline says they don’t know how we’ll board until the day of. They also say that someone will help me, but they don’t say how.

I do have a special walker for use with stairs, but I haven’t been able to put it together yet. And it’s simply impractical to take a stair walker and a regular walker on the trip.

Psychological Effects

As you may have gathered, I’m having anxiety about the trip. This is not unusual for me. I often have travel anxiety. But the uncertainty of the airline arrangements is making it worse. Driving back is anxiety-producing as well. I haven’t driven in well over a year, especially not in a large car. Driving in the rain or at night is also nearly impossible for me. We plan to stop at a hotel on the way back, so maybe I won’t have to drive at night.

I also have plenty of anxiety about how I will use the car once we get it home. Say I go out to lunch with a friend. I haven’t been brave enough to walk down the ramp with my walker. That means I’ll have to return the ramp and learn to use the stair walker, but carry my regular walker with me. Or maybe I’ll be able to use a cane by then. I’ll have to call my ortho and ask.

Anyway, getting a car of my own at last is a good thing, but everything that goes with it is confusing and anxiety-producing. Getting it will mean facing some of my fears and developing workarounds. Using it once it’s here will require some more.

All in all, though, I count this development as a plus and offer many, many thanks to my mother-in-law, who is making this all possible.

Self-Care Definitions

It used to be that when you said “self-care,” you were talking about spa days, shopping sprees, mani-pedis, indulgent desserts, or wine tasting. Or, as Marge Simpson so eloquently put it while ensconced in a bubble bath, “a banana fudge sundae! With whipped cream! And some chocolate chip cheesecake! And a bottle of tequila!”

Pretty quickly, that definition of self-care was recognized as a bougie, upscale fantasy available only to a wealthy person. Not to say that it isn’t relaxing or restorative, but it’s clearly not for the majority of those overwhelmed, traumatized, or otherwise suffering psychologically. They need something more than a beauty regimen and a spending spree.

A Better Definition

The next definition of self-care adds up to basic physical health and hygiene. You know, all the things you’re supposed to do to lead a healthy life: eat right, hydrate, get enough sleep, take showers daily, walk daily. And the things we’re supposed to do for mental health and hygiene: get outdoors, reach out to friends and family, take your meds, exercise, go to therapy, journal, practice affirmations.

All those actions and activities can help your mental health, it’s true. But they work best if you’re already fairly stable. There have been times in my life when all I could do was eat Cocoa Puffs and take my meds. When you can’t even get out of bed, telling you to get out of bed isn’t likely to work. It can even make you feel worse because you know you should do those things, someone’s telling you to do those things, and you’re so deep in the hole that you can’t do those things. Then you beat yourself up for that.

The Self-Care Box

I think that when it comes to self-care, you should start small. When you do begin to see a ray of light, take note of the things around you: comfort objects, things that have distracted you and pulled you out of your misery for even an hour or two in the past. Surrounding yourself with these items or knowing where to find them is, to me, a valid form of self-care.

I’ve seen recommendations that you prepare a self-care shoebox containing the things that soothe your five senses: ones that you can touch, taste, hear, see, or smell. That’s a good idea, but the things that soothe me don’t fit in a box, especially my blue blanket, my cat (just try to put a cat in a box not of his own choosing), a DVD player, and discs of The Mikado, The Pirates of Penzance, and The Three (and Four) Musketeers. I could probably fit a bag of ginger snaps in a self-care sensory box.

Instead, I just make sure I know where these things are. They’re all in my study (except sometimes the cat), which is, in effect, a large sensory box itself. My husband knows my self-care regimen and steps in as needed to provide the items I don’t have. And, after I’ve restored myself a bit, he’ll try to coax me out of the house with the promise of lunch at a favorite restaurant. Or even Waffle House, which is very close by and doesn’t require much effort, like getting out of sweatpants and into a skirt.

If you don’t have a study, keep your comfort objects in one room of your house: bedroom, living room, basement, rec room, or wherever. The important thing is to know where to find them when you need them.

Today’s Self-Care

I do journal, or at least I write in my blogs and post them weekly. When I’m overwhelmed, my schedule keeps me tied to the world. I know I have to have something written by Sunday at 10:00 a.m. It motivates me to get out of bed and kick my brain into gear. It’s less random than journaling, which can easily fall by the wayside. And if I’m still depressed, anxious, or overwhelmed, I can write about that. Thanks to my bipolar disorder, I have a ready supply of topics.

Right now, today, I have my blue blanket and my word processing program. The cat is in the doorway and likely to curl up on my comfy chair or my lap and sleep. I have a bag of ginger snaps on my desk and more nutritious things like fruit within easy reach. I’ve taken my morning pills, which live in a bag that hangs on the doorknob near my bed. I’m set for the day. I don’t need cheesecake or tequila.

AI and Mental Health Concerns

I read a lot of news and commentary regarding mental health and mental illness. There are sources I return to again and again because of the quality of their reporting and the consistency with which they address difficult topics. Two of my favorite sites for timely information are The New York Times and MindSite News.

Here’s a brief look at what they’ve published recently on the topic of AI and how it impacts mental health.

AI as Therapists

AI in general, and chatbots in particular, are being used to assist human therapists or even take their place. It’s true that therapy bots and chatbots are available whenever a person needs their services. There’s no waiting for an appointment.

But what is happening during those “sessions”? Many of the therapy bots use “generative AI,” which means that they can answer questions with output they have gleaned from thousands of input sources available throughout the internet. There is at least one therapy bot, however, that uses responses that have been vetted by actual human therapists. It’s designed to provide discussions of a problem or emotion between in-person appointments. The user gets a hybrid therapy experience that includes follow-up questions, affirmations, or short lessons.

General-purpose chatbots like ChatGPT can respond to sensitive questions about topics such as self-harm with responses that may encourage such behavior. Teens have found ways to avoid the safeguards that chatbots are supposed to have regarding these topics.

One thing that therapy bots cannot do is offer a diagnosis. They may be better used for persons with mild symptoms.

Chatbots as Friends

AI chatbots can also take the place of sympathetic friends who can provide connection and conversation. Paradoxically, however, this can lead to greater isolation for users whose human contacts are replaced by AI. You can’t share a meal with a chatbot, although you can chat virtually on your phone while you’re in a café. (Not that I recommend this.)

Some chatbots provide companionship as they have conversations with users who feel isolated. There are drawbacks, however, as some of the bots offer paid upgrades to the program or in-app purchases, including “gifts” for the online “friend.”

AI and “Brain Rot”

“Brain rot” has become a euphemism for over-reliance on technology, including computers, smartphones, video games, and especially social media. While most of the concern is focused on children and teens, adults can be afflicted with brain rot as well. After all, grown-ups spend time online for work, communication, recreation, research, news, and other purposes. The working definition of brain rot is a condition of “deterioration of a person’s mental or intellectual state,” or associated with “engaging with low-quality internet content,” without reference to age.

Media, especially short-form video, can reduce a person’s attention span and lower academic performance. Interaction with social media has also been associated with emotional conditions such as depression, anxiety, stress, and loneliness. Experts warn that, so far, they’re talking about correlation rather than causation. That is, they haven’t proven that absorbing short-form video causes the negative results regarding reading, memory, and language, but it is associated with them.

Other Hazards of AI

There have been reports that a few people who use chatbots begin to suffer from delusions. Where before, a person might have eccentric thoughts, using a chatbot can escalate the person to paranoia, for example, or psychosis, suicidal thoughts, or even violent crimes.

ChatGPT faces lawsuits related to harmful outcomes when people use it. While the percentage of people experiencing these ill effects is small, the sheer number of people who use ChatGPT means that the number of people experiencing psychosis or mania may be quite high.

Other, less dire effects are also possible. People who live with anxiety, depression, or OCD can find that the chatbot may provide validation for their symptoms rather than encouraging them to face their problems. A chatbot can also fuel grandiose thoughts by reinforcing them. Or a troubled user may come to rely on the chatbot to help them calm down, which is less healthy than addressing the source of the person’s anxieties.

Of course, chatbots have many positive uses, and not all interactions with them will lead to problems. But both children and adults should monitor their use of chatbots to make sure they aren’t going too far “down the rabbit hole.” A “digital detox” can be good for both adults and children.

If you’re interested in exploring topics like these, you might want to consider subscribing to MindSite News at mindsite.org.