Saturday wasn’t the normal day it meant to be. It was a life lesson that charged into me, overwhelming me. What’s so special about today?
Well ,it was the day that I had first contact with the patients from IMH (
The media portrays these patients as mentally unstable and liable to lash out without warning ,in other words , people who attack you indiscriminately. This creates a social stigma about these patients , making them feared and in the end, isolates these patients from the warmth of human touch. Sometimes ,they forget what it is to laugh, to cry ,to feel, to care and to love. They become machines , with just one job , to survive. Some even have families abandoning them, their faces in “shame”, is it so hard for them to say “My parent’s are mentally unfit” , is it so hard to create another place in their hearts for these so called “mentally unfit” people? One thing I saw that touched me was when one the patients ushered his friend towards the goody bag and helped him take one , it was such a refreshing reprieve from our fast paced selfish world , have you seen people jostling each other in trying to cut the queue? The kiasuness is simply overwhelming. Take almost any auntie in the streets and let her see a long queue ,without fail she will join the queue ,even if she doesn’t know what’s she’s queuing for. Compared to the IMH patients ,I would rather live with them than even be in a 50m vicinity with such a auntie.
Families now have the pragmatic concept towards the kinsmen. If he/she is troublesome , send him away. What happened to the love? What happened to the basic urge to care for your family? Sons and daughters , all grown up ,some see their parents as a burden , as a damper , as a useless tottering good-for-nothing. But what about when you were a child? Did they not care for you? Love you ? Provide for you? Slog their guts off for you so that you can study? Shake their heads in defeat even as you utter these heart damming words?
Is it so hard to return all these love? Is it so hard to even return a fraction of the love?
Must it be shame that you feel when you have such a relative?
Must these patients be so feared? Are we too stereotypical? The patients that I encountered were caring and kind. They had a twinkle in their eyes and their infectious toothy grin which they shared. They were not shy ,even during the sing-along session ,their songs were even better than any pop songs because , theirs came down from their hearts ,they wanted to engage with us ,to entertain us ,such generosity of the heart even when it meant sacrificing your self-esteem is something that is missing with everyone of us.