I recently sat down with Jeannette Rizzi to do an interview for her Podcast, Blindsided. Click here to listen.
There is something scary about a baby who knows how to navigate a computer at 8 months of age and prefers playing with it over her new doll. There’s something scarier when a 10-year-old doesn’t give you eye contact, when coming into her home with gifts for her birthday, because she’s staring at her mobile phone. As a grandmother to these aforementioned young people, my fear is that the human being that was once part of our culture and era is slowing disappearing and morphing into a new species of evolution that I call the “human doing.”
What’s to blame? A lot. Social networks are probably the best and worst invention of this new generation, not excluding the present one, which are all infected by the plague of the 21st century. The danger of these phenomena is that what we once knew as socialization is morphing into the world of cyberization; my own word that imbibes the world of today. It seems that we have lost the art of being present: We are no longer present in the interaction between others and ourselves.
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According to the National Institute of Mental Health, more than 8 million people are diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Greater than 80% of these cases are classified as severe which can lead
to suicide. Family and friends are left dealing with shock, excruciating grief and complex emotions
that accompany the loss of a loved one to suicide.
Joan Child’s daughter, Pamela, was a clinical psychologist who struggled with issues from an
early age. Bouncing from doctor to doctor in search of treatment, it was only in adulthood, that
she finally got diagnosed with Bipolar I Disorder. Yet the demons still prevailed and in July 1998,
34-year old Pamela Glassman leaped to her death from the window of her father’s 15th floor
balcony. The grief process is always difficult, but a loss through suicide is like no other, and the
grieving can be especially complex and traumatic.
This session will provide an enlightening first-person account of a mother’s journey through grief
and recovery that details the mismanagement of this insidious illness and the inadequacy of the
health profession to treat this disorder.
On July 2, 1998, my beautiful 34-year-old daughter, Pam, a Ph.D. and clinical social worker, leaped to her death from a 15th-story window. Although her death gave every appearance of suicide, her executioner was her Bipolar 1 disorder. By the time she passed, her disease had caused many delusions with few intermittent lucid moments. I believe it was her delusional state, the illness, that took her life. Read more on The Huffington Post