Do You Know Mental Illness When You See It Or Hear It?

If there’s one thing that the last 30 years (1991 -2021) has taught me is that the vast majority of people do not have a clue what mental illness is.  Or how to know it when they hear it or see it.

Take for example, a woman who claims she can read minds.

Does she take advantage of all the remarkable opportunities such a gift can bestow upon her life or does she spend the next thirty years (1991 – 2021) screaming at the top of her lungs about the horrible things done to her by a woman she’s never, ever met in her life.  While at the same time, raising her children to do the exact same thing (screaming, stalking, and extracting revenge through financial, physical, and mental violence).  Even training them to sound like her? What good is the ability to read minds if your own mind is totally warped and mall functioning?  To me, she’s an extreme case of serious, harmful mental illness.

What are the 5 signs of mental illness?

The five main warning signs of mental illness are as follows:

  • Excessive paranoia, worry, or anxiety.
  • Long-lasting sadness or irritability.
  • Extreme changes in moods.
  • Social withdrawal.
  • Dramatic changes in eating or sleeping pattern.

However, I’ve been told that she, the woman screaming, is perfectly fine and normal, because she’s expressing her anger

Google question:  Is expressing your anger in violent ways normal

It is not uncommon to feel guilty or ashamed about being angry, even though it’s a very normal and necessary emotion. Anger only becomes unhealthy when it’s expressed in a way that hurts others or yourself. … There are many ways of expressing your anger, but becoming violent should never be an option.

My question is, ‘Why do you think it’s fine and normal to express anger which includes violence done to another person, especially if you’re angry over something you imagined happened?’

That would explain all the shootings being done by perfectly normal, rational people.

Colorado Mass Shooting

Let’s look at the other side of what most people took for mental illness.

The accused quiet woman swears she’s never met the screaming woman.   Yes, she has seen and heard the screaming woman often.  But, the quiet woman swears she’s never done anything, that she knows, of to the screaming woman.  Never slept with her, or her boyfriend or her husband.  Neither has she ever done anything to the screaming woman or her kids.  The only thing she’s ever done was try and report the screaming woman’s odd behavior and the fact that the screaming woman was stalking her, the quiet woman, to the Police.  That the quiet woman freely admits she did.    

However, she was not believed and was the one sent to the psychiatrist.

Decades later, the quiet woman was still trying to get the Police and the Village officials to believe the screaming woman was mentally ill and should be committed for her own good and the safety of others.   Again, the quiet woman was considered the mentally ill one. 

So, the quiet woman gives up and decides she has no other choice but to live her life listening to the screaming woman screaming day and night, night and day, while being stalked by her and her family. 

Now, the Police and Village Officials are really convinced that the quiet woman is the crazy one.  Because no sane person would choose to live that way.  She didn’t.  They chose for her.

I have absolutely become convinced that a large majority of Americans do not know what mental illness looks or sounds like.  And even if they did, there’s very little, if anything, they can do about it.  Trust me.  I know.

The Atlanta spa Shootings

Eliza D. Ankum
Author

P.S. 30 years later, the Police and Village Officials want the quiet woman to see another psychiatrist in hopes that the psychiatrist can explain to her, that, yes, she was being stalked and viciously screamed at (verbally harassed) in such a way that the quiet woman won’t lose her mind and go out and express her anger.   But, mostly, they want the quiet woman to stop doing whatever it is she’s doing that causes the screaming woman to scream like that.   

I think they call that bad thing the quiet woman is doing, breathing.

Discreet Detective Agency – Chapter 59

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Chapter 59

For mature audiences only

SHE WAS EXACTLY THE TYPE he loved to rape.   She wasn’t a whore! She was someone’s wife, mother, sister, and daughter.  She was loved.  That’s what made it so damn tantalizing.  Killing her would cause the most excruciating pain to those who loved her.  There’d be the inevitable, why’s, if only’s, and of course, the most odious guilt trip of them all, I should have.

No, he didn’t have to rape.  He liked to rape.  Hence his chosen nickname for himself, WARONS. Which was an acronym for Westside Area Rapist Original Night Stalker. He’d read something similar in Joseph James DeAngelo’s case file.  The California newspapers had nicknamed him EARONS – East Area Rapist Original Night Stalker.

DeAngelo, like him, was of that thick-necked, hard-headed, obstinate type so typical in the American Police Force.  

He was a tall, square chested, broad-shouldered, powerful looking man with large strong hands.  His jaw was set square.  His eyes, a clear, bright, and alert blue.  He had a wide forehead, equal and well set eyebrows, and a head full of straight, black hair that would have rendered him of Mexican heritage had not been for his blue eyes. 

He was, for most women, the quintessential, tall, dark, handsome, apple-pie eating American boy.  An American boy who liked to rape and kill women.

As Latrice Armstrong had left her mother’s house, in Canaryville, earlier that afternoon, he’d taken the liberty of writing down her license plate number.  While at work, on break, he’d ran it.  God, he loved being a cop.  Being a cop had opened up all types of women’s legs for him.  He’d raped women in their homes, in alleyways, store stockrooms, and once or twice, in broad daylight on the side of the highway. 

He liked raping ordinary women.  Not so much the hookers.  He’d only started doing them, for revenge, after learning of the connection between a certain Alderman and a Commander, who, as it turned out were both related, in one way or another, to the men who’d killed his father for raping Helen. 

There was no doubt in mind that his father had deserved being killed.  But to have his dick cut off and shoved down his throat and his body dumped on the front steps of their home like a worn out animal carcass was a step too far.

It had been his friend, Jerome’s mother, who had told his mother of what was being whispered about the neighborhood of the circumstances that had led to his father’s murder. 

“That poor negro child had come home, hysterical, without her underwear.  Said your husband had done things to her,” she’d whispered in the kitchen, over tea and knobby fingers of Rožky, to his mother.  Need-less-to-say, the woman was never allowed back in the house, again.

He was only taking up where his father had left off.  He was BTK, Son of Sam, and the Hillside Strangler all rolled into one.  He realized his father had been right all along. He was his father’s son.  He was an abomination.

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Eliza D. Ankum

Author of

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