In My Day…We Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ated The Positive | Lynn Ruth Miller

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The one, the only Bing Crosby

If we started to whine, she would pour herself a glass of red and say, “You kids are driving me to drink. Don’t you listen to Bing Crosby? You know, ‘You gotta Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the positive. Eliminate the negative. Latch on to the affirmative and don’t mess with Mr. In-Between.’ And, don’t get in his car either.”

We didn’t hospitalize people with depression. If someone in the family was acting funny, we locked them in the attic and we waved to them when we backed out of the driveway. And sometimes they even waved back and my mom would say, “See I told you. He’s fine.” We didn’t go to psychiatrists either. No one in his right mind would pay some stranger good money just to complain. We just talked out our troubles to our friends and if they didn’t listen, we talked to strangers.

Now don’t get me wrong, depression is really serious. But if you need a fast cure, get a horse.

• Me_lewis

  This post was a massive mistake. It is a horrible slap in the face  to those who suffer with depression/mental illness and to those who care for them. Further, it celebrates stigma with its remarks about psychiatry. If you really think this is funny and appropriate, substitute other diagnoses such as diabetes, CHF, renal failure, etc for “depression.” i am sure the author intended to be funny. She missed the mark and instead dismissed mental illness which causes devastation and suffering and too often death in families.

  Not funny.     Mary Lewis, RN