I would definitely get rid of it! My depression doesn't make me creative it makes me sleepy and useless. And I'm pretty sure "sleepy and useless" are not facets of my personality... 
Poll: Mental disorders and you: Would you get rid of it if you could?
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I have a mild case of autism, but I don't want to get rid of it. In fact, I think it's helped me in my aspirations to be a professional musician. I'm more emotionally sensitive than others are, so I'm better able to get an emotional feel of a piece I am singing, and I also believe it's partially responsible for my perfect pitch. Studies have shown that perfect pitch is more common among kids with autism, so no, I would not want to get rid of it.
Kill it? No. My personality is too much fun.
Tone my Tourette's down? Yes. Bloody tics can get REALLY annoying.
Tone my Tourette's down? Yes. Bloody tics can get REALLY annoying.
What? Give up partial autism and be another idiot doll? I do not think so. Not now, not ever. Those are the people i want to light on fire.
I'm not sure.
I have been diagnosed with Severe Depression and have, in the past month or so, begun seriously considering the idea that I could be Bi-polar. The problem that I run into is that I hate myself with a burning passion. I hate who I am. I hate what I could be. I hate what I do. I hate what I don't do. I hate myself. So, the question I always run into is can I allow myself to save myself? Could you honestly and seriously save someone you hate? I've not been able to thus far. By erasing my mental illness, there's a good chance that I would stop hating myself, but can I allow me to succeed?
I'd have to know my end result before I pushed any such button.
I have been diagnosed with Severe Depression and have, in the past month or so, begun seriously considering the idea that I could be Bi-polar. The problem that I run into is that I hate myself with a burning passion. I hate who I am. I hate what I could be. I hate what I do. I hate what I don't do. I hate myself. So, the question I always run into is can I allow myself to save myself? Could you honestly and seriously save someone you hate? I've not been able to thus far. By erasing my mental illness, there's a good chance that I would stop hating myself, but can I allow me to succeed?
I'd have to know my end result before I pushed any such button.
I have a bit of OCD and a massive temper.
For my OCD. I always check and make sure that I have everything packed even though I checked 3 or 4 times before hand. Makes me disorganized at times.
As for my temper: I just keep things bottled up inside and have a tendency to snap and seriously rage up to the point of violence. I required some therapy for this, and have been able to control it. However I still have to fight back my temper.
I don't know if I'd keep my temper. On one hand it helps me get rid of asshole really quickly and keeps me emotionally distant.
On the other I snap at friends and family at times and it keeps me emotionally distant.
I didn't cry at a friends funeral, in fact it kinda seemed like: Oh well he's dead and I'm not, sucks to be him. Then after a week (maybe less) I act like he never existed, I remember maybe once a month for like a minute. Part of me likes this because it doesn't hold me down grieving and another part of me thinks I'm a monster for not caring.
I'd get rid of my OCD though.
For my OCD. I always check and make sure that I have everything packed even though I checked 3 or 4 times before hand. Makes me disorganized at times.
As for my temper: I just keep things bottled up inside and have a tendency to snap and seriously rage up to the point of violence. I required some therapy for this, and have been able to control it. However I still have to fight back my temper.
I don't know if I'd keep my temper. On one hand it helps me get rid of asshole really quickly and keeps me emotionally distant.
On the other I snap at friends and family at times and it keeps me emotionally distant.
I didn't cry at a friends funeral, in fact it kinda seemed like: Oh well he's dead and I'm not, sucks to be him. Then after a week (maybe less) I act like he never existed, I remember maybe once a month for like a minute. Part of me likes this because it doesn't hold me down grieving and another part of me thinks I'm a monster for not caring.
I'd get rid of my OCD though.
I have schizoaffective disorder. Which is the bastard child of schizophrenia and Bipolar depression. I suffer pretty much every bipolar symptom and some schizophrenic symptoms.
It sucks. Alot.
Would I get rid of it for the future? Yes. This is an easy question
Would I go back and time and make it so i never had it? No. Never. It made me who i am.
It sucks. Alot.
Would I get rid of it for the future? Yes. This is an easy question
Would I go back and time and make it so i never had it? No. Never. It made me who i am.
Not at all.
My mental conditions of being a, what is called, "depressive bipolar" spawns and breeds a lot of creativity and inspiration on my part.
Sure, I would probably be happier if I were to be rid of my insane amounts of frequent depression, but it inspires so much later happiness and creativity for myself that I wouldn't really want to change that.
It's something I treasure about myself and wouldn't change it on myself, nor anyone else.
My mental conditions of being a, what is called, "depressive bipolar" spawns and breeds a lot of creativity and inspiration on my part.
Sure, I would probably be happier if I were to be rid of my insane amounts of frequent depression, but it inspires so much later happiness and creativity for myself that I wouldn't really want to change that.
It's something I treasure about myself and wouldn't change it on myself, nor anyone else.
I would say no.
You're not asking me if it's right or wrong. You're asking me if I would and the answer there is no. Here's something about me, Escapist. Maybe none of you suspected, but I'll come clean now that I'm so familiar with the place and all: I have Aspergers.
Not what I'd call a severe case. I'm an oddity, but I'm not feeling hindered at all as a person. The truth is that I wish more people thought like me, since there are things in the world that I'm very fundamentally against merely because my mind accurately predicts that 'this' (whatever it is at the time) is the dumbest idea ever and should die in a fire. I don't see any of this as a bad thing. People are perfectly fine around me, and nearly every person I've ever dealt with couldn't even guess that I had a condition. Maybe one among hundreds, or thousands.
I'm a strange person, but I come by it honestly, and I have no desire to lose my zing, my persona. It wouldn't be nearly as entertaining, because then I might end up like my father. No, he's done alright for himself and all. I just don't like his mindset. He can never fully-appreciate what it's like on my side of the coin and even after explaining it to him, it's not enough to simply know something. You have to have been there. In my mind, people like me may be out there, but many mistake that we're just gone, out to lunch for all eternity. They think we're not in their world, especially those of the more severe cases. It's not that. We see something you don't, and find it weird that you can't.
At least, that's how I see it. Given that not all Aspergers are created equal (as with all beings), it's hard to really know their mind, as there are those who are more different from me as I am from others who are considered normal. Ah, but what is the norm, anyway? By my view, geek culture is this weird thing that I'm the equivalent to Jane Goodall to. I'm odd, but some people, even of the normal crowd, are REALLY out there! So then, how bad can I really be? I think, therefore I've read Descartes, and formed a general perception of the universe around me. So far so good.
You're not asking me if it's right or wrong. You're asking me if I would and the answer there is no. Here's something about me, Escapist. Maybe none of you suspected, but I'll come clean now that I'm so familiar with the place and all: I have Aspergers.
Not what I'd call a severe case. I'm an oddity, but I'm not feeling hindered at all as a person. The truth is that I wish more people thought like me, since there are things in the world that I'm very fundamentally against merely because my mind accurately predicts that 'this' (whatever it is at the time) is the dumbest idea ever and should die in a fire. I don't see any of this as a bad thing. People are perfectly fine around me, and nearly every person I've ever dealt with couldn't even guess that I had a condition. Maybe one among hundreds, or thousands.
I'm a strange person, but I come by it honestly, and I have no desire to lose my zing, my persona. It wouldn't be nearly as entertaining, because then I might end up like my father. No, he's done alright for himself and all. I just don't like his mindset. He can never fully-appreciate what it's like on my side of the coin and even after explaining it to him, it's not enough to simply know something. You have to have been there. In my mind, people like me may be out there, but many mistake that we're just gone, out to lunch for all eternity. They think we're not in their world, especially those of the more severe cases. It's not that. We see something you don't, and find it weird that you can't.
At least, that's how I see it. Given that not all Aspergers are created equal (as with all beings), it's hard to really know their mind, as there are those who are more different from me as I am from others who are considered normal. Ah, but what is the norm, anyway? By my view, geek culture is this weird thing that I'm the equivalent to Jane Goodall to. I'm odd, but some people, even of the normal crowd, are REALLY out there! So then, how bad can I really be? I think, therefore I've read Descartes, and formed a general perception of the universe around me. So far so good.
Bipolar depression, here. I really wish that I had type I instead of type II bipolar disorder. Type I is the traditional, well-known sort. My kind, bipolar depression, has mostly long periods of the "down," which isn't a "sad" depression(for me, at least), but a complete lack of emotion, drive, or motivation for anything. When I have a really bad down, I don't care enough to get out of bed or eat. If someone puts food in front of me, I'll eat it, but I don't care enough one way or the other, or have the drive, to really do anything. I just feel nothing at all. To make a nerdy reference, it's like being Tranquil in Dragon Age. Best way I can put it.
The highs are very short, infrequent periods of super high-functioning creativity. I love them. On a high, I thought up and wrote a ten-page paper for a 400-level college course(USA here) in four hours, got an A, and a recommendation from the professor to publish the paper in an academic journal.
As much as I love the highs, they're infrequent and don't last long. Because of my bipolar disorder, I've been put on medical leave from college due to failing my classes(from not going) three times. All of my grades, from middle school through college, are either As and Bs or Fs. I either do the work and excel, or I don't care enough to do it and end up failing due to incompletes.
If I could get rid of it, I would, in a heartbeat. As nerdy as it is, I'm actually loving the Tranquil comparison now that I think of it. Imagine if you were tranquil, but every once in a while your emotions returned in this wild, great burst, but you know that soon you'd be tranquil again.
The highs are very short, infrequent periods of super high-functioning creativity. I love them. On a high, I thought up and wrote a ten-page paper for a 400-level college course(USA here) in four hours, got an A, and a recommendation from the professor to publish the paper in an academic journal.
As much as I love the highs, they're infrequent and don't last long. Because of my bipolar disorder, I've been put on medical leave from college due to failing my classes(from not going) three times. All of my grades, from middle school through college, are either As and Bs or Fs. I either do the work and excel, or I don't care enough to do it and end up failing due to incompletes.
If I could get rid of it, I would, in a heartbeat. As nerdy as it is, I'm actually loving the Tranquil comparison now that I think of it. Imagine if you were tranquil, but every once in a while your emotions returned in this wild, great burst, but you know that soon you'd be tranquil again.