In relationship with data
Some time ago I wrote a post which I titled “Interviewing misery”, in which I reflected on my interviews with men in depression, a set of very difficult conversations which left me emotionally drained. But interviews come and go quickly. What you really live with is the data. And this is what I want to write about here.
Recording uncertainty
A few years ago I was diagnosed with primary hypertension (I10). The diagnosis introduced me to a world of medicine I never knew. And here I want to write about the question I have asked myself ever since: what’s my blood pressure? Continue reading “Recording uncertainty”
A linguist among the shrinks
I’ve wanted to write this post for some time, always thinking that it will be a bit too controversial, a bit too aggressive, a bit everything to be honest. But I think it’s time. A post about a linguist writing about psych stuff. I never thought it would be easy, but diagnosing me too?
Institutional muting
For some time now, I have been reading through psychiatric nurses’ daily records of patients in detention. It’s a very sad and, to be honest, distressing read. As I tweeted a couple of days ago, I had never seen so much pathologisation of the ordinary. There are remarks on patients’ walking, talking, even being there. As one of the nurses remarked, a patient was irritating with his person (seriously).