Sunday 3 April 2011

Types

This is a really hard concept for me to explain.

Types of people exist in the sense that labels can be applied. One is madness. It doesn't have a clinical definition nor never needed one. The application of medical science to justify the label is the history of psychiatric evidence.

A type carries with it expectation. Let's take the type of doctor or healer. There are expectations. Some may be wrong depending on the individual.

It is assume the doctor type is good and, often, the mad type is bad. This is not truth. This is subjective judgement. Evidence can be applied but this starts with a bias.

For example the vast amount of evidence, except people's experiences, is cannabis is bad for mental health. Its not on any level of truth. Well, except for the possible relationship between high doses and/or chronic use with schizophrenia. Schizophrenia is a type. This is a sort of truth. The perjorative isn't. Perhaps alternate realities exist where people are medicated with cannabis to make them schizophrenic rather than some pathetic, docile peon who's value to society can be replaced by automation and robotics.

Types exist and in mental health there is a measure of social disability. I admit I'm not very offay with this area. To me it means because society is ill individuals who are different, different types, they do worse in life.

Take homosexuals. They are a type. They're one which could have the application of the paradigm of mental illness. They once did and in that time the type would do worse. There is still a problem with the sickness of society such that this negative outcome may still exist in the UK and may be far worse in developing world nations.

Type can be real in producing worse lives but there is no deficit or illness in the type. That's just the human condition. A society where a type does less well is an ill society.

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