Hello everyone! First off, some pertinent background on me, as I have not been on DU since ~11/01. I am a Kucinich liberal whose primary interest is the environment. I am also passionate about civil rights--Native American & African American issues are of particular interest to me. I am a female married to an Asian American. In addition, I wasn't born with the most stable of brains. :banghead:
OK. . .I am bothered that I feel kind of empathetic (yes, empathetic) toward Gibson & wanted to throw my perspective out there for fodder.We all know that Rule #1 is don't blame the victim. Even if the physical abuse doesn't happen to pan out (which it *likely* will, although some questions are surfacing), he was certainly emotionally abusive in that conversation. However, I feel kind of sad/bad for him. I feel guilty and "wrong" about feeling that way. However, I have experiences that have given me more insight into the brain than I'd prefer to have.
When I was 20 I wound up in a psych ward for 20 days. :shrug: This came out of nowhere--I'd always been a very happy child who was raised in a secure, loving (and liberal) home. I'd just finished my first year of college and had started dating for the first time. I'd never done drugs, etc. However, there I was, in a mental hospital. Some experiences I had: I hallucinated that my hands were burning, that the bed lifted up, and the ceiling opened up into the night. I went flying up to the stars. I remember looking off of the bed and "down" to the earth below. I still wonder if I was physically looking off the side of the bed.
I was also totally delusional and thought people were out to get me. :hide: I was completely paranoid. One day, out of nowhere, I suddenly said "my dad killed my mom". I am terribly close to both parents and can guarantee that there was absolutely no abuse in that home. To this day I wonder where that thought suddenly came from. At the time I got down to 98 pounds, but managed to do a pretty good job of squirming out from under 2 solid adults when I made a (failed) escape attempt. I was eventually diagnosed with bipolar disorder & got it under fairly decent control.
However, when I was 35 I had auditory hallucinations (it sounded as though the Eagles & RATM were literally playing in my head. I called 911.) Turns out that I was born with a blood vessel malformation. I had a 3 cm cavernous hemangioma that had bled on and off over the years. Lo and behold, turns out that it had resulted in seizures for years, particularly when it was bleeding. However, given its location (right temporal lobe, against the amygdala), they manifested themselves as emotional/perceptual problems, as mentioned above. (I had temporal lobe epilepsy with simple, then complex seizures & jaimes vu (
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Temporal_lobe_epilepsy). It was removed successfully on 11/12/07 & I noticed the most subtle changes that wouldn't make sense to anyone who hasn't been there.
Maybe I'm making excuses b/c I like a lot of his stuff. However I know that my own mental experiences also weigh in heavily here. <b> I've had this circular argument in my head ever since my cavernous hemangioma was discovered and removed:</b>
1) Do we really have any control over what we do? It sounds so cynical, but I've come to believe that we are only under the illusion that we control our brains. As a huge Sagan fan, I believe that each of us (brains included) are literally the product of atoms of star stuff randomly falling into place. Our fate is literally connected to the stars. However,
2) You have to be culpable in society--hell yeah--absolutely. But. . .
In short, I do feel he is "victim" of the way his brain fell into place--bipolar disorder, alcoholism, and the "fortune" of having been born into the family he was. :nuke: She, in turn, is a victim of his brain. Fortunately for her, she (appears in tabloid fodder, anyway) to have a more grounded brain. That doesn't excuse what he did & he obviously has dickish tendencies, but I kind of feel bad/quite sad for his implosion, explosion, whatever's happened here.
While I am not a violent person, I hesitate to say that I can relate to him to a certain degree. I feel guilty for feeling that way b/c I feel like I'm overlooking what may have been done to her. He needs to be punished if the charges prove true, but still I feel kind of bad for him.
Did I breech etiquette in any way? Too long? Too many smilies? If so, please let me know (gently please--I could crack ;)