The voices in my head | Eleanor Longden
Summary
TLDRThe speaker shares her transformative journey from battling schizophrenia and hearing voices to becoming an advocate for understanding mental distress. Initially appearing as a confident university student, she concealed her deep insecurities and fear. The onset of hearing voices led to a misdiagnosed schizophrenia, resulting in a cycle of despair and self-harm. However, with the support of fellow survivors and professionals, she learned to interpret these voices as responses to past traumas, not as enemies. This realization allowed her to heal, graduate with honors in psychology, and contribute to the Hearing Voices Movement, promoting empathy and empowerment for those with mental health challenges.
Takeaways
- ๐ The speaker began university with high expectations and a facade of confidence, masking deep-seated insecurities and fear.
- ๐ฃ๏ธ The onset of hearing a voice narrating their actions in the third person marked the beginning of a significant personal struggle.
- ๐คฏ Initially, the voice seemed neutral and even comforting, but it later became a source of distress and confusion.
- ๐ซ Sharing the experience of hearing voices with a friend led to a negative perception and the belief that it was a serious mental health issue.
- ๐ฅ Medical professionals focused on the voice as a symptom of mental illness, leading to a diagnosis of schizophrenia and a sense of hopelessness.
- ๐ The speaker felt alienated and misunderstood, which intensified their fear and resistance towards the voices, worsening their condition.
- ๐ A cycle of fear, avoidance, mistrust, and misunderstanding was established, contributing to a deteriorating mental state.
- ๐ฑ Over time, the speaker learned to interpret the voices as metaphorical expressions of their own emotions and trauma, rather than literal threats.
- ๐ค Support from fellow survivors, family, and a believing doctor was crucial in the speaker's journey towards recovery and empowerment.
- ๐๐ The speaker eventually graduated with high honors in psychology, using their experiences to advocate for a change in the approach to mental health.
- ๐ The Hearing Voices Movement promotes understanding and respect for those who hear voices, viewing it as a meaningful response to trauma, not just a symptom of illness.
Q & A
What was the narrator's initial experience of university life?
-The narrator's initial experience of university life was filled with hope and optimism. They engaged in lectures, parties, and even traffic cone theft, presenting a feisty and energetic persona.
How did the narrator describe their underlying emotional state despite their outward appearance?
-Despite their outward appearance, the narrator was deeply unhappy, insecure, and fundamentally frightened. They were afraid of other people, the future, failure, and the emptiness they felt within themselves.
What was the first sign of the narrator's mental health struggles?
-The first sign of the narrator's mental health struggles was hearing a voice that narrated their actions in the third person, starting with the phrase 'She is leaving the room.'
How did the voice initially make the narrator feel?
-Initially, the voice was neutral, impassive, and even strangely companionate and reassuring to the narrator, despite occasionally reflecting their unexpressed emotions.
What was the narrator's reaction when they first heard the voice?
-The narrator was shaken and hurried home when they first heard the voice. They were initially intrigued and somewhat comforted by it, but this perception changed after they told a friend and sought medical help.
How did the medical professionals' reaction to the voice impact the narrator's perception of it?
-The medical professionals' reaction, which was one of grim concern and interest only when the voice was mentioned, led the narrator to view the voice as a symptom of a serious problem and increased their fear and resistance towards it.
What was the narrator's experience with the medical system after disclosing the voice?
-After disclosing the voice, the narrator was referred to a psychiatrist who interpreted their experiences through a lens of latent insanity. This led to a hospital admission, a diagnosis of schizophrenia, and a sense of hopelessness and despair.
How did the narrator's relationship with the voices evolve over time?
-The narrator's relationship with the voices evolved from a neutral and companionate one to a hostile and menacing one, as they began to retreat into a nightmarish inner world where the voices became both persecutors and companions.
What was the turning point for the narrator in terms of understanding and coping with the voices?
-The turning point for the narrator was realizing that the voices were a meaningful response to traumatic life events, particularly childhood events, and not their enemies. This understanding allowed them to separate metaphorical meanings from literal interpretations.
How did the narrator eventually graduate with the highest degree in psychology?
-The narrator eventually graduated with the highest degree in psychology by learning to live with peace and respect towards the voices, which in turn reflected a growing sense of compassion, acceptance, and respect towards themselves.
What is the narrator's current involvement with the International Hearing Voices Movement?
-The narrator is now a part of Intervoice, the organizational body of the International Hearing Voices Movement, which promotes understanding and respect for voice hearing, supports the needs of individuals who hear voices, and values them as full citizens.
What message does the narrator convey about the power of belief and empathy in changing the world?
-The narrator conveys that empathy, fellowship, justice, and respect are not just words but convictions and beliefs that can change the world. They emphasize the importance of believing in the power of the individual and the innate capacity to heal.
Outlines
๐ University Life and the Emergence of Voices
The speaker recounts the bright and hopeful start of their university journey, marked by academic success and high expectations. Despite outward appearances of a lively student life filled with lectures, parties, and lighthearted mischief, they privately struggled with deep unhappiness, insecurity, and fear. These internal struggles were effectively concealed, creating a facade of invincibility. However, the onset of an unexpected and persistent voice narrating their actions in the third person marked a significant turning point. Initially, the voice appeared neutral and even comforting, but it gradually began to reflect the speaker's suppressed emotions. The decision to share this experience with a friend led to a misdiagnosis and a cascade of unfortunate events, culminating in a hospital admission, a diagnosis of schizophrenia, and a deep sense of hopelessness and despair.
๐ฃ๏ธ The Struggle with Voices and the Path to Healing
The narrative continues with the speaker's battle against the voices they heard, which were perceived as hostile and menacing, especially after being conditioned by societal and medical fear. This internal conflict led to an increase in the number of voices and their hostility. The speaker's journey involved hospital admissions, misdiagnosis, and a loss of self-worth, culminating in self-harm attempts. However, they eventually found support in fellow survivors, family, and a doctor who believed in their recovery. This support network helped the speaker to reinterpret the voices as metaphorical responses to past traumas rather than literal threats, leading to a process of self-healing and empowerment. The speaker learned to communicate with the voices, setting boundaries and fostering collaboration, which revealed that the voices were manifestations of their own unprocessed emotions and past traumas.
๐ Triumph Over Adversity and Advocacy for Voice Hearers
In this final paragraph, the speaker shares their remarkable recovery and achievements, including graduating with top honors in psychology and a master's degree. They reflect on the ironic benefits of hearing voices, such as heightened listening skills and a unique perspective on social interaction. The speaker has since become an advocate for individuals with mental health challenges, contributing to mental health services, academic publications, and conferences. They emphasize the importance of understanding the experiences of individuals, rather than focusing solely on their symptoms. The speaker's personal growth is highlighted by their involvement with Intervoice and the International Hearing Voices Movement, which promotes a society that respects and supports voice hearers. The speaker concludes with a powerful message about the resilience of the human spirit, the importance of empathy and respect, and the potential for societal change driven by convictions and beliefs.
Mindmap
Keywords
๐กOptimism
๐กInsecurity
๐กVoice Hearing
๐กMistrust
๐กSchizophrenia
๐กEmpowerment
๐กTrauma
๐กSelf-worth
๐กHealing
๐กAdversity
๐กFellowship
๐กRecovery
Highlights
The narrator left home for university with high expectations and optimism, but internally felt deeply unhappy and insecure.
Initially, the narrator's outward appearance was energetic and engaged in student life, masking a sense of fear and emptiness.
The onset of hearing a voice began subtly, narrating the narrator's actions in the third person.
The voice became persistent, providing a strange sense of companionship despite its unnerving nature.
The voice reflected the narrator's own emotions, becoming frustrated when the narrator concealed anger.
The narrator's decision to share the voice's existence with a friend led to a shift in perception, associating the voice with a serious problem.
Medical professionals focused on the voice as a symptom of mental illness, leading to a diagnosis of schizophrenia.
The narrator's fear and resistance towards the voice increased, leading to a hostile internal environment.
The voice began to command the narrator to perform bizarre and harmful tasks, escalating in severity.
The narrator experienced a rapid deterioration in mental health, leading to hospital admissions and a sense of hopelessness.
Support from fellow survivors, voice-hearers, and family members was crucial in the narrator's journey towards recovery.
The realization that the voices were a response to traumatic life events led to a shift in understanding and coping strategies.
Learning to interpret the metaphorical meaning behind the voices allowed for a more constructive approach to dealing with them.
The narrator's journey led to a complete withdrawal from medication and a return to the field of psychiatry from a different perspective.
The narrator graduated with the highest degree in psychology and became an advocate for a different approach to understanding mental health.
The Hearing Voices Movement promotes dignity, solidarity, and empowerment for individuals in mental distress.
The narrator emphasizes the importance of focusing on what has happened to individuals rather than what is wrong with them in psychiatry.
The narrator concludes with a powerful message about the resilience of the human spirit and the importance of hope and self-belief.
Transcripts
The day I left home for the first time
to go to university was a bright day
brimming with hope and optimism.
I'd done well at school. Expectations for me were high,
and I gleefully entered the student life
of lectures, parties and traffic cone theft.
Now appearances, of course, can be deceptive,
and to an extent, this feisty, energetic persona
of lecture-going and traffic cone stealing was a veneer,
albeit a very well-crafted and convincing one.
Underneath, I was actually deeply unhappy, insecure
and fundamentally frightened --
frightened of other people, of the future, of failure
and of the emptiness that I felt was within me.
But I was skilled at hiding it, and from the outside
appeared to be someone with everything to hope for
and aspire to.
This fantasy of invulnerability was so complete
that I even deceived myself,
and as the first semester ended and the second began,
there was no way that anyone could have predicted
what was just about to happen.
I was leaving a seminar when it started,
humming to myself, fumbling with my bag
just as I'd done a hundred times before,
when suddenly I heard a voice calmly observe,
"She is leaving the room."
I looked around, and there was no one there,
but the clarity and decisiveness of the comment
was unmistakable.
Shaken, I left my books on the stairs and hurried home,
and there it was again.
"She is opening the door."
This was the beginning. The voice had arrived.
And the voice persisted,
days and then weeks of it, on and on,
narrating everything I did in the third person.
"She is going to the library."
"She is going to a lecture."
It was neutral, impassive and even, after a while,
strangely companionate and reassuring,
although I did notice that its calm exterior sometimes slipped
and that it occasionally mirrored my own unexpressed emotion.
So, for example, if I was angry and had to hide it,
which I often did, being very adept at concealing how I really felt,
then the voice would sound frustrated.
Otherwise, it was neither sinister nor disturbing,
although even at that point it was clear
that it had something to communicate to me
about my emotions, particularly emotions
which were remote and inaccessible.
Now it was then that I made a fatal mistake,
in that I told a friend about the voice, and she was horrified.
A subtle conditioning process had begun,
the implication that normal people don't hear voices
and the fact that I did meant that something was very seriously wrong.
Such fear and mistrust was infectious.
Suddenly the voice didn't seem quite so benign anymore,
and when she insisted that I seek medical attention,
I duly complied, and which proved to be
mistake number two.
I spent some time telling the college G.P.
about what I perceived to be the real problem:
anxiety, low self-worth, fears about the future,
and was met with bored indifference
until I mentioned the voice,
upon which he dropped his pen, swung round
and began to question me with a show of real interest.
And to be fair, I was desperate for interest and help,
and I began to tell him about my strange commentator.
And I always wish, at this point, the voice had said,
"She is digging her own grave."
I was referred to a psychiatrist, who likewise
took a grim view of the voice's presence,
subsequently interpreting everything I said
through a lens of latent insanity.
For example, I was part of a student TV station
that broadcast news bulletins around the campus,
and during an appointment which was running very late,
I said, "I'm sorry, doctor, I've got to go.
I'm reading the news at six."
Now it's down on my medical records that Eleanor
has delusions that she's a television news broadcaster.
It was at this point that events began
to rapidly overtake me.
A hospital admission followed, the first of many,
a diagnosis of schizophrenia came next,
and then, worst of all, a toxic, tormenting sense
of hopelessness, humiliation and despair
about myself and my prospects.
But having been encouraged to see the voice
not as an experience but as a symptom,
my fear and resistance towards it intensified.
Now essentially, this represented taking
an aggressive stance towards my own mind,
a kind of psychic civil war,
and in turn this caused the number of voices to increase
and grow progressively hostile and menacing.
Helplessly and hopelessly, I began to retreat
into this nightmarish inner world
in which the voices were destined to become
both my persecutors and my only perceived companions.
They told me, for example, that if I proved myself worthy
of their help, then they could change my life
back to how it had been,
and a series of increasingly bizarre tasks was set,
a kind of labor of Hercules.
It started off quite small, for example,
pull out three strands of hair,
but gradually it grew more extreme,
culminating in commands to harm myself,
and a particularly dramatic instruction:
"You see that tutor over there?
You see that glass of water?
Well, you have to go over and pour it over him in front of the other students."
Which I actually did, and which needless to say
did not endear me to the faculty.
In effect, a vicious cycle of fear, avoidance,
mistrust and misunderstanding had been established,
and this was a battle in which I felt powerless
and incapable of establishing any kind of peace or reconciliation.
Two years later, and the deterioration was dramatic.
By now, I had the whole frenzied repertoire:
terrifying voices, grotesque visions,
bizarre, intractable delusions.
My mental health status had been a catalyst
for discrimination, verbal abuse,
and physical and sexual assault,
and I'd been told by my psychiatrist,
"Eleanor, you'd be better off with cancer,
because cancer is easier to cure than schizophrenia."
I'd been diagnosed, drugged and discarded,
and was by now so tormented by the voices
that I attempted to drill a hole in my head
in order to get them out.
Now looking back on the wreckage and despair of those years,
it seems to me now as if someone died in that place,
and yet, someone else was saved.
A broken and haunted person began that journey,
but the person who emerged was a survivor
and would ultimately grow into the person
I was destined to be.
Many people have harmed me in my life,
and I remember them all,
but the memories grow pale and faint
in comparison with the people who've helped me.
The fellow survivors, the fellow voice-hearers,
the comrades and collaborators;
the mother who never gave up on me,
who knew that one day I would come back to her
and was willing to wait for me for as long as it took;
the doctor who only worked with me for a brief time
but who reinforced his belief that recovery
was not only possible but inevitable,
and during a devastating period of relapse
told my terrified family, "Don't give up hope.
I believe that Eleanor can get through this.
Sometimes, you know, it snows as late as May,
but summer always comes eventually."
Fourteen minutes is not enough time
to fully credit those good and generous people
who fought with me and for me
and who waited to welcome me back
from that agonized, lonely place.
But together, they forged a blend of courage,
creativity, integrity, and an unshakeable belief
that my shattered self could become healed and whole.
I used to say that these people saved me,
but what I now know is they did something
even more important in that they empowered me
to save myself,
and crucially, they helped me to understand something
which I'd always suspected:
that my voices were a meaningful response
to traumatic life events, particularly childhood events,
and as such were not my enemies
but a source of insight into solvable emotional problems.
Now, at first, this was very difficult to believe,
not least because the voices appeared so hostile
and menacing, so in this respect, a vital first step
was learning to separate out a metaphorical meaning
from what I'd previously interpreted to be a literal truth.
So for example, voices which threatened to attack my home
I learned to interpret as my own sense of fear
and insecurity in the world, rather than an actual, objective danger.
Now at first, I would have believed them.
I remember, for example, sitting up one night
on guard outside my parents' room to protect them
from what I thought was a genuine threat from the voices.
Because I'd had such a bad problem with self-injury
that most of the cutlery in the house had been hidden,
so I ended up arming myself with a plastic fork,
kind of like picnic ware, and sort of sat outside the room
clutching it and waiting to spring into action should anything happen.
It was like, "Don't mess with me.
I've got a plastic fork, don't you know?"
Strategic.
But a later response, and much more useful,
would be to try and deconstruct the message behind the words,
so when the voices warned me not to leave the house,
then I would thank them for drawing my attention
to how unsafe I felt --
because if I was aware of it, then I could do something positive about it --
but go on to reassure both them and myself
that we were safe and didn't need to feel frightened anymore.
I would set boundaries for the voices,
and try to interact with them in a way that was assertive
yet respectful, establishing a slow process
of communication and collaboration
in which we could learn to work together and support one another.
Throughout all of this, what I would ultimately realize
was that each voice was closely related
to aspects of myself, and that each of them
carried overwhelming emotions that I'd never had
an opportunity to process or resolve,
memories of sexual trauma and abuse,
of anger, shame, guilt, low self-worth.
The voices took the place of this pain
and gave words to it,
and possibly one of the greatest revelations
was when I realized that the most hostile and aggressive voices
actually represented the parts of me
that had been hurt most profoundly,
and as such, it was these voices
that needed to be shown the greatest compassion and care.
It was armed with this knowledge that ultimately
I would gather together my shattered self,
each fragment represented by a different voice,
gradually withdraw from all my medication,
and return to psychiatry, only this time from the other side.
Ten years after the voice first came, I finally graduated,
this time with the highest degree in psychology
the university had ever given, and one year later,
the highest masters, which shall we say
isn't bad for a madwoman.
In fact, one of the voices actually dictated the answers
during the exam, which technically possibly counts as cheating.
(Laughter)
And to be honest, sometimes I quite enjoyed their attention as well.
As Oscar Wilde has said, the only thing worse
than being talked about is not being talked about.
It also makes you very good at eavesdropping,
because you can listen to two conversations simultaneously.
So it's not all bad.
I worked in mental health services,
I spoke at conferences,
I published book chapters and academic articles,
and I argued, and continue to do so,
the relevance of the following concept:
that an important question in psychiatry
shouldn't be what's wrong with you
but rather what's happened to you.
And all the while, I listened to my voices,
with whom I'd finally learned to live with peace and respect
and which in turn reflected a growing sense
of compassion, acceptance and respect towards myself.
And I remember the most moving and extraordinary moment
when supporting another young woman who was terrorized by her voices,
and becoming fully aware, for the very first time,
that I no longer felt that way myself
but was finally able to help someone else who was.
I'm now very proud to be a part of Intervoice,
the organizational body of the International Hearing Voices Movement,
an initiative inspired by the work of Professor Marius Romme
and Dr. Sandra Escher,
which locates voice hearing as a survival strategy,
a sane reaction to insane circumstances,
not as an aberrant symptom of schizophrenia to be endured,
but a complex, significant and meaningful experience
to be explored.
Together, we envisage and enact a society
that understands and respects voice hearing,
supports the needs of individuals who hear voices,
and which values them as full citizens.
This type of society is not only possible,
it's already on its way.
To paraphrase Chavez, once social change begins,
it cannot be reversed.
You cannot humiliate the person who feels pride.
You cannot oppress the people
who are not afraid anymore.
For me, the achievements of the Hearing Voices Movement
are a reminder that empathy, fellowship,
justice and respect are more than words;
they are convictions and beliefs,
and that beliefs can change the world.
In the last 20 years, the Hearing Voices Movement
has established hearing voices networks
in 26 countries across five continents,
working together to promote dignity, solidarity
and empowerment for individuals in mental distress,
to create a new language and practice of hope,
which, at its very center, lies an unshakable belief
in the power of the individual.
As Peter Levine has said, the human animal
is a unique being
endowed with an instinctual capacity to heal
and the intellectual spirit to harness this innate capacity.
In this respect, for members of society,
there is no greater honor or privilege
than facilitating that process of healing for someone,
to bear witness, to reach out a hand,
to share the burden of someone's suffering,
and to hold the hope for their recovery.
And likewise, for survivors of distress and adversity,
that we remember we don't have to live our lives
forever defined by the damaging things that have happened to us.
We are unique. We are irreplaceable.
What lies within us can never be truly colonized,
contorted, or taken away.
The light never goes out.
As a very wonderful doctor once said to me,
"Don't tell me what other people have told you about yourself.
Tell me about you."
Thank you.
(Applause)
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