The End of July Is Only The Beginning Of Mental Health Awareness

July 31st, 2012 | 8 comments | Posted by Jen

July is National Minority Mental Health Awareness Month. Across the board among minority groups in the US, stigmas surrounding mental health and treatment are much greater than they are for whites. So while July is almost over, I hope this is only the beginning of the Asian American community and other minority communities championing a shame-free discussion about our mental health.

To kick off this month, my friend, Nigerian American poet and mental health advocate Bassey Ikpi, who started The Siwe Project to raise awareness of mental health issues in the African diaspora, declared July 2 “No Shame Day.” No Shame Day was designed to encourage people to share their stories and struggles with mental illness openly via social media. I’ve talked about my depression in the past–though upon reflection, not nearly enough given how much I care about destigmatizing mental illness–so I of course had to participate. (Plus, I want to be more like Bassey when I grow up. You would too if you knew her.)

It occurred to me, though, as I was participating in No Shame Day, how much shame still colors my view and my experience of my own depression, much as I’ve tried to rid myself of it. Even after 15 years of treatment. Even after 15 years of being honest and open about it with my family, my friends, NPR listeners even, and, most importantly, myself. I’m a depressive? I live with depression? I suffer from depression? I struggle with depression? Sometimes the hardest part was simply finding the right shorthand with which to describe it when I brought it up, which was not infrequently.

And yet, for all the time I’ve spent trying to own it, I still catch myself trying to disown it, too. I only ever do this with one person–myself. But man, do I try. When I feel better, I like to pretend that depressed person never existed. Ding dong, the witch is dead. I think I’ve eulogized her at least a dozen times. When I start to feel worse, I immediately go for the quick fix. Do I need more sleep? Do I need more exercise? Should I drink less coffee? More coffee? Do I need to start yoga again? Should I eat more kale? Should I eat more cake? All perfectly valid questions, but a defensive smoke screen I put up nevertheless in order to not ask the question I really need to be asking myself: am I depressed (again)?

Denial is a helluva drug. And it’s a helluva drug when it’s the first tool you were ever given to deal with mental illness. Simply put: culturally, we just weren’t programmed to deal with this shit. Even though I witnessed it in various family members, I didn’t even know growing up that depression had its own name. Instead it was called “not trying hard enough,” “not working hard enough,” “not achieving enough,” “being lazy,” “lacking decorum,” “lacking pride,” “losing self-control,” “not caring enough about what other people think,” “embarrassing your family,” “selfish,” “rude,” “failure.” All of the language I heard to describe what I would only later understand to be mental illness made it clear you could always “work” your way out of it–alone, naturally, because you didn’t want to bother other people with your problems–and if you couldn’t, well, you had no one but yourself to blame.

Oh, there was some direct acknowledgement of it. But then it was called “crazy.” And crazy was permanent. Crazy was too far gone. Crazy was something terrible that had happened along the way (we don’t know what), crazy was let’s not ask too many questions, let’s speak in hushed voices about it, cluck our tongues, turn away our gazes, and then continue going about our business. It was always zero to crazy. You either were or you weren’t. There was nothing in-between. If you were crazy, you were beyond help. If you weren’t, you didn’t need it. End of story.

I think people who aren’t familiar with what it’s like to be Asian can be quick to assume that someone raised with such notions about mental illness was raised by the most unkind, uncaring, unfeeling wolves. I’ve met plenty of mental health care professionals who’ve jumped to that assessment. In my case, it wasn’t true. But I did inherit cultural values from my parents that they inherited from their parents that they inherited and so on and so forth that did not teach me how to live with depression.

And I’m not alone. In study after study, researchers have revealed the devastating effects of cultural stigmas–and other barriers to treatment–on the mental health of our community. Some un-fun facts:

  • Suicide is the second leading cause of death among Asian Americans ages 15-34 [link]
  • Asian American teen girls have the highest rates of depression across race and gender [link]
  • Asian American women ages 15-24 have the highest rates of suicide among all races in that age group. [link]
  • Asian American women over the age of 65 have the highest rates of suicide among all races in that age group [link]
  • Asian Americans are almost two times less likely to seek mental health treatment than the general population [link]

When I spent time on No Shame Day reflecting on how hard it’s been to come to terms with my own depression, even after all of this time and treatment, even with the support I’ve received from family, friends, quality mental health care practitioners, readers of this blog, and perfect strangers–to that person who saw me wailing uncontrollably in the car on Santa Monica Blvd. years ago and asked if I needed help, I still think of your kindness–I was reminded that the struggle against not only the cultural stigma over mental illness but the internalized personal one is deep and ongoing. I’ve only come this far in that struggle with the help of many others. It’s my hope that no one else reading this who’s been nodding along to what I’m saying will have to go it alone either.

With the help of Intern Jasmine and those of you we’ve reached out to personally and via social media, I’ve put together a mental health resources directory. It’s by no means a complete guide to the resources available, but it’s a starting point. Many of the sites we’ve listed have their own directories which may also be useful to you or a loved one. Some of the resources in our directory are specifically tailored to Asian Americans, particularly with regard to language services, a few are more general. I tried to put together a list of links where you could get a fairly direct line to treatment. Use it or pass it along. If you know of other organizations that offer similar care that aren’t listed, please make a note in the comments. If one resource doesn’t work for you or your loved one, don’t give up.

Wishing you all peace, love, and self-forgiveness.

[Mental Health Resources for the Asian American Community compiled by]


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8 Responses to “The End of July Is Only The Beginning Of Mental Health Awareness”

  1. Icarian says:

    Thanks for sharing you story, Jen. I’ve also experienced depression at various levels through my life though, thankfully, I’ve never had to deal with the stigma of depression from my family – but that might be because they didn’t recognize it.

    When I was going through my deepest phases I learned about the book “Lincoln’s Melancholy” from a radio program. What I heard intrigued me so I decided to buy it at my local bookstore. Since reading it I’ve also recommended it to friends that are prone to depression and they’ve all been affected in varying degrees.

    Since reading the book I’ve come to, I say this with caution, accept my depression. I say it with caution since depression can still be a deadly condition, and acceptance of it shouldn’t also mean acceptance of its ostensible end – suicide.

    On the contrary, I believe people burdened with depression have something to offer to society. Someone without it might not understand this, but people who experience depression are better able to take a sober assessment of life. The nature of our condition is that we’re resistant to fleeting happiness or exuberance. Our steady state fixates us on enduring sadness. This sobriety lets us see that there is more in the world to be sad than happy about. But this sobriety also helps us to recognize what are the things that are really important.

    In a recent article I read, the author told recent graduates not to pursue their dreams but to pursue what pains them the most. This author, who was once dead set on leaving his little hometown, never to return, came to realize what pained him the most was the deterioration of his hometown – so he decided to go back and revitalize it.

    My understanding of depression now is that it’s a burden a select few people carry, but it’s not carried meaninglessly. The world needs people that see reality for what it is, so that when things fall apart we’ll be around to pick up the pieces and put things back together – as soon as we realize that’s what we’re here for.

  2. msmargie says:

    Richmond Area Multi-Services in San Francisco. Listening to the therapists there helped me develop an ear for the difference between Cantonese and Mandarin.

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  5. songsta says:

    Thank you for sharing. A lot of it resonated with me.

  6. swifty says:

    when you mentioned people who aren’t familiar with what it’s like to be asian, i instantly remembered the time i went to see a counselor at my university.. when i described my brother and his/our relationship with my parents, he gave me a look that made me feel embarrassed and i regretted saying anything at all.

    i didn’t think much of it at the time, really… i certainly didn’t think that he just didn’t get it cuz he wasn’t asian.. but i also never went back and haven’t talked to anyone else since

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