This article has been selected for syndication to Advance.net , which is affiliated with newspapers around the United States, and to Boston.com. Nice work!

This memoir is written to prove that someone with a mental illness is truly no different than those of us walking around without that label.

"Label" is often misemployed when writing about mental illnesses. They are diagnoses.

As much as the sentence intends caring, and that is appreciated, it is overbroad. Are we truly no different than people without a mental illness. Largely, not entirely.

Those without have won the Nobel, we have too. Those without have won the Pulitzer, we have too. Those without have earned millions. We have too. Those without have committed murder. We have too. Those without are homeless, We are too.

I guess we have a lot in common. In one area we differ: You stereotype us, we do not stereotype you.

Harold A. Maio
Advisory Board
American Journal of Psychiatric Rehabilitation
Board Member
Partners in Crisis
Former Consulting Editor
Psychiatric Rehabilitation Journal
Boston University
Language Consultant
UPENN Collaborative on Community Integration
of Individuals with Psychiatric Disabilities
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I've been immersed in the Recovery model and a long-time advocate for dropping MI labels because I don't believe in them, much like T. Szasz.
I guess this proves I don't write well if I somehow I managed to perpetuate a stereotype or to offend someone with an overbroad sentence about how those with a diagnosed MI are no different than those without. Because that was furthest from my intentions. Reminds me of having written my dissertation on how not to perpetuate racism and getting called a racist....


Cool about the syndication!

It is always nice to have one's book reviewed by a passionate critic who may or may not be on point but cares about the subject. Such I judge Ms. Jackson to be. But while her review of my book, My Brother's Madness, makes some cogent points, I would take issue with her representation of the degree of dysfunction I portray. Recall how Freud had to pull back from his "Incest Theory" because of such cultural fearfulness that projects one's own shadow. I would also point out that it is unlikely this book could have been written by a "sociopath". Not might a sociopath survive a war zone, own and operate a jazz club, teach college literature and go on to become a therapist. At least that is unlikely. Such diagnostic labels should be precise. I think there is some dissonance here. Sincerely, Paul Pines, the author of "My Brother's Madness."

My wife asks me to add an addenda to my earlier blog entry and correct my last sentence, which should read, "It is not likely that a sociopath might....etc." She asks me to add, and this might be of greater weight than any of the above, it is unlikely that a sociopath might be blessed with a loving marriage of twenty-five years or raise a terrific daughter who is thriving at the age of twenty-one. My book is about the opening of the heart, hardly a theme for sociopaths. All best, Paul Pines

I'm flattered you took the time to reply. I beg your pardon for the implication that you are CUREENTLY a sociopath. I was actually referring to when you were describing your childhood and at that time I did not know which brother would ultimately carry the diagnosis. I refer to the stealing, truancy, drug and alcohol use and general boyish trouble-making you reported when you were YOUNG and called yourself the "bad" son. That was then, this is now. Still, I do apologize. Of course you're not a sociopath.

If you permit though, I did have a question for you and didn't think I'd have the opportunity to find the answer.. How did you forgive your mother enough to name your daughter after her? That came as quite a surprise to me.

Hi, Alexandria--thank you for the clarification. It was really rather shocking to hear my boyish behavior, the protests of a rebellious kid, referred to as sociopathic. Young sociopaths, who grow up to become serial killers, torture animals and set fires. My behavior, like that of so many kids from dysfunctional families, many of whom I work with, was a fire alarm. A wake up call to those around me to a fire I did not set. As for naming my daughter after my mother, I was happy to do so. I value much of what my mother gave me--a love for poetry, the sense of life as an exploration, a journey toward understanding; a deep sense of humor and the absurd, as well as a desire for social justice. In my daughter, some of those wonderful qualities that were traumatized in my mother, have another chance to realize themselves. I hope this makes sense to you. Besides, I believe we all deserve another chance. My best to you. And thanks for taking the time to work with my material. Paul

Again, thank you for the reply. You express yourself so beautifully. Thank you for helping me to understand.
Best wishes to you and your family.
AJ

Thank you for your openness. I am touched by it. Best to you. Paul

Serial killers rarely fight with mental illness. I remember reading a book where the author was irritatingly sidestepping his original theme to give details of sex criminals perversions - this sewer-wallowing was excused, when he blamed mentally ill from everything in life. And horror genre is a cesspool of vilifying mentally ill.