Attention Needer

One of the most frustrating things I have encountered when discussing mental ill-health is the accusations of attention seeking, I must reiterate that this is not necessarily always aimed at me, but the accusation is still there. I am more than sure that you’ve heard it too: “Oh, they’re just hurting themselves to get attention”, or “Why do you need to talk about your depression so much – are you just looking for attention?” The worst thing about these comments is that they can worm their way into peoples brains, and, then, when people need to ask for help, they will worry that they will be accused of attention seeking, that the dreaded feeling of feeling like a burden is just an overreaction. In short, these comments have potentially fatal effects.

We often hear conflicting messages. On the one-hand, we are encouraged to talk about our problems, but, on the other, if we talk about them too much, or too openly, we’re labelled as an attention-seeker. It’s hard to know what to do for the best, and it can feel easier to keep it all inside. Something that can really help is taking a different look at the whole thing. Maybe if we think that when we reach out for help, we are not attention seeking; we are care seeking, support seeking, or connection seeking. Every single one of us needs care, support, and connection at times, and it makes complete sense for us to ask for these things. It is not attention seeking.

The belief that, talking about mental ill-health amounts to attention-seeking, comes from the stigma which still surrounds mental illness. If we’d broken our arm, would we ignore it, try to use our arm despite the pain, worrying that it broke because we were weak? Would we be scared to seek treatment for it, or ask for help carrying things, because people might think that we’re attention seeking? Discussing mental health – whether we have experience of mental illness or not – reduces stigma. With less stigma, people experiencing mental ill-health will feel more able to ask for help.

Often if people, themselves, haven’t experienced mental illness, it is incredibly likely that someone you know will have, or will be struggling right now. Mental ill-health is not something that happens to other people, to everyone else – it happens to our family, our friends, our neighbours, and our colleagues, it may well happen to you at some point. The more we talk about mental-illness, the more we realise how common it really is. In turn, more research and funding is dedicated to it, more resources are created, and more people can be helped.

Feeling unable to ask for help, or talk about our mental health, due to the fear of being labelled as attention seeking, can be ultimately, life threatening. Often, a person considering suicide will try, in some way, to let someone else know what they’re thinking, before making an attempt. It can be easy to dismiss statements like “nobody cares about me”, or “I might as well not be here” as attention seeking. In fact, paying attention to things like this, and asking about mental health, and suicidal feelings, provides space and opportunity to open up. Talking about mental illness, and suicide, in an open and non-judgemental way, can save lives. I talk about this a little more in my post “The S Word”.

Actually, let’s turn it completely on it’s head. Why is attention seeking such a bad thing anyway? It’s surely incredibly brave to talk about mental illness honestly and openly. It’s amazing to feel able to expose your vulnerabilities, and it should be applauded, not ridiculed. I know when I shared my writing that I was extremely anxious initially, but sharing and opening up has been somewhat of a therapy for me. Sometimes, I guess, people just don’t always ask for attention in the way that another person might. This doesn’t make people any less deserving of help, and it doesn’t mean that people should be dismissed as just attention seeking. We need that attention and support, and, if we get it, we may feel more able to talk about our feelings next time and ask for help sooner.

I speak for myself when I say I definitely wanted attention when I was at my lowest, and sometimes still do need attention, but particularly when I have been very unfamiliar with what was happening in my mind. I have wanted people to understand what was happening to me, I have wanted my family to know about my symptoms, doctors to know, anyone who could help me to know, especially my friends, people I spend a lot of time with. Why? Because when you’re hurting, you want people to know so that they can help you. Help, which can come in the form of emotional support, sympathy, understanding, empathy or just simply another person’s attention.

I can say unashamedly that is exactly what I have wanted. People to ask me what’s wrong, or why I didn’t seem myself, so that I could talk and express or even just hurt with someone else by my side, and yes I wanted people to feel empathy for me, because the truth is, I felt pretty sorry for myself , along with petrified and frustrated, not knowing how I was going to deal with having mental illness in my everyday life. So yes, I did seek attention because I’m a human being and when I am hurting beyond my own understanding I turn to others.

Yes, we are often seeking attention. All humans need social interaction and can benefit from validation of their pain. But, and it’s a big caveat: no, we are not doing this to be dramatic or cruel or whatever other negatives people may believe. We are likely doing it because we are so painfully lonely, because we need attention. We want help. We want support. We want treatment. We are attention needers. Remember that.

Hang in there.

Ellen on the Edge xx

A Letter to Myself

“Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have—life itself.” ~Walter Anderson

Dear August 2019 Ellen,

I hope this letter finds you well. I toyed about sending you this letter, what’s done is done, but this is from the girl pictured above, I know you don’t recognise her right now and I would just like you to know a few things that I have been mulling over. You won’t be able to and I don’t want you to respond. But just hear me out, ok?

I am extremely aware of how much you have pitied yourself in the last couple of months, and how much you have leant on people and almost forced them to your self confessed pity party without so much as an invitation. (I know! That hurts, and its very harsh. But don’t get angry yet, I just needed you to be sucked into this letter). I feel like you are trying though, (see, its already better) and this has prompted a lot of thoughts and I need to write them down and I need you to know all of this, because it may just make that dark unbearable cloud just a little easier to handle… please bare with me and read on if you can…

So, basically, everyone wants to feel special mate, because the alternative is feeling like you’re yet another ordinary person out of billions who will stagger through a meaningless blip of an existence and then be forgotten forever. So whilst I know at the moment, you do cry a lot and mope and feel sorry for yourself and stay in bed all day. Whilst I know you are feeling the pain and the hurt and living your reality and misery. (It’s okay, and even healthy to actually do that by the way.) I, now, have become acutely aware of the importance of standing back up. And that this is a choice, but one that you literally have to and will make. Eventually.

Some of us do experience more adversity and painful events in our lives than others. And I know you of all people, wonder why our difficulties don’t happen to the “bad” people out there instead of us. Unfortunately, the thing is Ellen, life is not fair. Awful things happen. Dreadful circumstances or tragedies will affect most of our lives at some point. It’s okay to cry and mope around, even get angry. But what I have come to learn is that at some point you must shake it off, let go of the past, and choose to not let it consume you entirely. You have to stand up again. Otherwise, you are never going to be able to learn from the experience and you will struggle to move forward in a constructive way.

It is so ridiculously destructive to dwell on negative events and carry that bitterness and resentment forward. How do you ever expect to even partially take control of a part of your life if you are so focused on the hurt, on the negative.

You at times, feel desperately sorry for yourself. But I guess, ultimately, and you need to know this… you can choose to spread your misery, or you can choose to rise above your circumstances, to seek help, to attempt to find the techniques to pull yourself to a standing position. You are, unfortunately in charge of your own happiness. It is your personal responsibility. Don’t let what is going on for you right now consume your life. You are not alone or unloved. Remember there are other people in your life who need you. There are people you haven’t even met yet who need you! You can’t help anyone else if you only see yourself. You cannot change the past, but you can change your future.

Let me tell you something, and please digest this. I am not saying this to patronise you, I am saying this with experience, and because I know you; You, you are giving yourself a reason to not try, then wishing you had the result you might have had if you did and feeling sorry for yourself because you don’t. You get me? Using your own misery as an excuse is always going to stop you from standing up, except deep down you know that you do have a chance to be able to rise and refuse to acknowledge it. And that mate, that is eating away at you like a fucking disease.

And lastly, unfortunately, dear one, none of this, none of it, is a choice. It’s something you have to do. I know it seems utterly pointless and you’re weirdly, getting comfort from the negatives, but you literally have to stand up. And you will, you fucking will. Let me know your thoughts. But just have a think about it, sooner than you do, ok?

Hang in there, see you soon.

From the very present Ellen, Ellen on the Edge xx