Love this, a male voice from the UK, needs to be read and heard. Well said and may I say, beautifully written too.
Or to be more accurate,
“Man the fuck up!”
“Grow a set of testicles man!”
“C’mon! Be a fucking man!”
“What sort of man are you?!”
“You fucking cissy! What are you doing?”
Things I have said to myself angrily and ashamedly many times, in the depths of mental anguish. Why?
Because I am an old fashioned Northern British male. A stupid stupid man. To be ill is to show weakness, vulnerability. To show weakness opens you up to attack. Weakness is unmanly. A man who isn’t physically and mentally strong isn’t a proper man.
Admitting to having mental illness is an admission of weakness. You cannot admit weakness to other men, even if they are good friends. You cannot admit weakness to strangers, colleagues, clients. You cannot admit weakness to your partner, family or children. Men cannot be weak.
These aren’t the freakish rantings of a knuckledragging Neanderthal hardman…
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