Okay. I think this is one subject that can have a lot of discussion.
I was cruising my Twitter account and came across this:
HartHanson We plan on having all our interns back. Plus, perhaps one more. Possibly a bipolar intern, inspired by an encounter at ComicCon. We'll see.
8:38 PM Aug 11th from web
Based on the comic relief role of the Squinterns over the last season, I instantly dreaded this idea.
You see, I have had a very personal and difficult life experience with this particular mental disorder. I am going to share it so that everyone who reads this knows where I am coming from and why I feel as strongly as I do about it.
My maternal Grandfather had manic depressive bipolar disorder. His illness had many faces. There were days when he was the nicest person on Earth, usually when he was on his medication, but he was also very very abusive. The treatment of his illness would cycle. He would be very angry, abusive, and dispicable, then he would medicate. On his meds he was calm, collected, and a viable member of scociety. He would start to feel better and what happens then? He started to think that he no longer needed his meds and would revert to the monster that his illness could transform him into.
My mother told me the story of her childhood. Grampa was not medicated at the time. He was always angry abusive, and down right mean. My mother told me how her mother would step in between him and the children and take all the beatings. She would also direct the physical abuse away from her children. My Grandmother died when my mother was eight in a very slow moving river. She was a world class swimmer. Infact she actually swam the English channel bothways twice. So there was no way that she shouldn't have made it out of the water. To this day there is still speculation that Grampa treated her so badly that she took her own life.
Now to my experiences. Don't get me wrong, I have lots of good memories with my Grandfather. He loved us. I know he did., but he was a very volatile man. He didn't approve of my Dad. My mom was only 18 when she married my dad. Grampa would not give his blessing so Mom told him that she would just wait until she was 19 and marry Dad anyway. Needless to say, Mom was the only one of her siblings to have Grampa give her away at her wedding.
Many years later, when I was old enough to remember. My dad and Grampa. Grampa would come over to our house just to yell and scream at my parents. He never hit my sister and I, although my cousins weren't so lucky, because my mom stepped in and took the physical contact the one and only time that Grampa tried. The fighting and screaming and yelling and Mom crying got to the point where I when I saw my Grandfather's truck coming up our driveway, my bedroom window faced the driveway, I would find my little sister and we would get out of there as fast as we could. Our normal route was down the staris from the upstairs to the main floor, down the stairs from the main floor to the basement. When we were a little older we could jump over the railing from the main floor to the basement and that was much faster. Once we hit the basement we would go out the back basement door and creep along the side of our house. We had a veranda that wrapped around our house so we would crouch and wait until Grampa was in the house so he didn't see us. Once the front door closed we would dash over to the barn, go in the front door and then out the side door. We lived on a hill, so oncce we got out of the barn, we would slide down the embankment and get as far out of earshot as we could. We were lucky on the days when we thought to grab the bridlas for the horses when we were in the barn because we would catch the horses and go riding. We got much further away from the house that way.
MY Grandfather was not a bad man. He simply suffered from a sever mental disorder. He died in 1995 five days before my 13th birthday on September 13th. He always had to have the last word.
Now to get back to "Bones".
I'm sure just reading that story you can see where I would have reservations about a bipolar squintern. So far, the squinterns sole role was comic relief. They each had an identifying idiosyncrity that all the main characters made fun of. Some of them were a little sensitive.
In regards to there being a bipolar squintern, if it were to happen, it would have to be very sensitively done. Mental illnesses affect many lives in many ways. Most of the time bringing with it a lot of hardship. To me it is not something to be laughed at.
I can see a bipolar squintern, but he/she must be one of the ones that is taken seriously. A littele effort on the part of the other characters to understand him/her would be critical. There are somethings that can be taken lightly and others that are absolutely inexcusible.
I'm going to leave this here so that anyone else who would like to join this disscussion can add more to it. I'm sure I will definitely be an active poster on this thread due to my own personal life experiences.
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