South African Psychiatry - February 2019
South African Psychiatry - February 2019
South African Psychiatry - February 2019
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PERSPECTIVE<br />
TWO VINYL CHAIRS,<br />
PRISON, AND<br />
A<br />
PETAL.<br />
Claudia Campbell and Mark Booth (a pseudonym)<br />
CLAUDIA<br />
Ordinarily, I am not a fan of anything covered<br />
in vinyl. Childhood memories of feeling<br />
my legs sticking to the synthetic plastic<br />
polymer covering the bench chairs at our<br />
local ice-cream shop, halted any future cravings for<br />
frozen dairy products.<br />
However, in more recent years some other chairs<br />
were given a second chance when they received<br />
new covers of bright, bright blue vinyl. These chairs<br />
exist in a room with a greenish carpet, where ambient<br />
temperatures are either frigid or sweltering. That said,<br />
there is a huge picture window, which offers endless<br />
amounts of natural light. But, the most redeeming<br />
feature of this room is that it is where I am able to<br />
listen to extraordinary stories of life and survival. I<br />
am privileged to occupy that room and a blue vinyl<br />
chair as stories previously saturated with hurt, pain,<br />
and illness begin to be retold in healthier ways, ways<br />
accentuated with hope rather than despair. I am<br />
not a psychiatrist, nor a psychologist. It is not my<br />
responsibility to attempt to ‘fix’ or ‘cure’ anyone. But,<br />
I do listen with the hope that perhaps the process of<br />
being heard might be helpful in some way.<br />
FOR THE LAST WHILE, MARK HAS<br />
OCCUPIED THE BLUE CHAIR ACROSS<br />
FROM ME. HIS IS A STORY YOU WANT<br />
TO LEARN ABOUT. THIS JUNCTURE IS A<br />
GOOD ONE FOR MARK TO INTRODUCE<br />
HIMSELF.<br />
MARK<br />
I am a very ordinary <strong>South</strong> <strong>African</strong><br />
man. I am the youngest of three<br />
siblings. From an early age, nothing<br />
would have appeared irregular<br />
or abnormal about my life to the<br />
average outsider. I had a good<br />
upbringing by parents who both<br />
loved me. After matric, I began to<br />
Claudia Campbell<br />
study for a B. Com degree. I found the<br />
university environment difficult and concentration<br />
was a constant struggle. I felt like a failure and so I<br />
chose military training over my degree. However, over<br />
the next 10 years I managed to enter the working<br />
world, complete my accounting degree, and build<br />
my own successful real estate business. I was at the<br />
top of my game!<br />
IN 2008 THE PROPERTY MARKET CRASHED,<br />
AND I WAS CRUSHED AND ON THE BRINK<br />
OF FINANCIAL RUIN. I COULD NOT SHAKE<br />
THE FEELING OF THE “DARK BLACK HOLE”.<br />
MY LIFE WAS BECOMING A SPIRALING,<br />
TRAUMATIC DISASTER.<br />
I just wanted to feel “normal”, but I didn’t know where<br />
to turn. At 35 I dissolved into depression, riddled with<br />
anxiety and panic attacks. A good friend saw what I<br />
couldn’t. She persuaded and sponsored a visit to a<br />
psychiatrist. He prescribed a cocktail of medication,<br />
which included Ritalin. Although it made some<br />
difference I still had off-the-chart stress levels. Any<br />
suggestion of hospitalization was dismissed. After<br />
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