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As someone with clinical depression, I am not finding this to be too funny……..
Well, as a matter of fact, it is not meant to be funny. It is written by a person suffering from clinical depression to try to explain what depression is, and is read by many persons with a lighter or deeper form of depression who find someone with similar experiences and feel a bit less alone.
Someone explained that to me…….forgive me for my words. From where I am sitting, when I first looked at it, it appeared to be something that makes fun of depression. I have had enough insults and rude remarks through the years about depression. When it comes to mental illness, people just do not take it seriously and throw us away so to speak. I figured this was another way to take jabs at those who are depressed. Thanks for clearing that up….again, forgive me……
This is a comic to explain that depression is often a result of a disability, thus compounding the problem of a disability. There was no joke written in here, although it is presented in a deeply sarcastic way. If there is a joke in this comic, I can’t see it myself.
No forgiveness required, because there was no fault! 🙂 BTW, have a look at all of Clay’s work on the subject. It really is a quality job.
It’s one of those “funny ’cause it’s true” comics, I can laugh because I have had the same experience after my disability (which just so happens to have depression as a “bonus”)
From someone who became epileptic after being paralyzed this is ridiculously true. I can never tell a doctor or they’ll revoke my license and independence. Positively humiliating. Thank you for describing that so well here.
This is so me.
I know how that feels, the hospital hasn’t been able to figure out what exactly is wrong with me since birth. It’s not so much the pain I’m in, but the fact I feel like I’m taking up hospital resources like pills, MRI’s and other things without being able to give anything back.
I have a lisp which also translated into (mild) stuttering because of the impact it made on my scholarity thanks to all other kids who were too happy to get someone to insult everyday. I always know I’ll not speak perfectly whenever I open the mouth and think I’ll get judged over it, so I tend to change words in between phrases and speak with short sentences, which I sometimes have to prepare and think of a split second while speaking… all the while thinking about what to say so I don’t feel bad nor do I make the other people feel my depressing state, and in which tone, and actively not trying to read too much unto the other’s reactions, and trying to hide my feelings and my difficulties, and placing my tongue properly to articulate, and not worrying too much about everything, and trying not to feel bad because I also think about everything I just wrote during the same brain process I’m trying to use to communicate.
Needless to say, the last picture has always been my easy way out too.
YEAH WE ARE LITERALLY MENTALLY ===ILL=== DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT?!
Frankly I’d be more willing to admit my major depression to employers on the application if it wasn’t listed as a “Mental Disorder”. It’s bad enough I have this, and now you want to classify me in the same group as those with “Autism” or “ADD”?
I’m depressed, not retarded; I can function just fine by myself thank you.
Dude, that was a pretty nasty thing to say about people with mental health issues. Maybe don’t?
No need to tear others down in order to prop yourself up.