How I Think – By Kitkatsavvy

My Learning Styles and the Dominant Side of My Brain Click Here to find out!

• Introduction       
• Grade 1
• Grade 2
• Grade 3
• Grade 4
• Grade 5
• Thought Blocking Techniques
• Learning Styles
• Kitkat's Improvisational Guide to Thinking Like an Inventor
• Get Rid of the Bell Curve!
• How I Think Musically
• Outlook of mental health - nothing has improved in 60 years

 How do I think? And why would anyone else care? Well guys, I may not be the next Beethoven or Da Vinci, but my mind has certainly been there, in the context that my thought processes were going so fast it was impossible not to create something new and exciting. In case you are wondering how I got to that kind of thinking – easy – it occurred when I had my first episode of psychosis. But that isn't all I want to talk about here – I already have my psychosis page on this site. Anyway, I have had a lifelong obession and desire to write about how the human mind thinks (in particular mine of course – I can't read anyone elses mind!), and possibly outlay some ideas or little thinking patterns that we all might experience but may not seem to care too much about them.

I think mainly using my internal monologue.  These are those words that you can hear in your head.  Using my internal linguistic monologue, I now have the ability to out think my thoughts, stop habits, teach myself new skills, and stop thoughts such as suicidal thoughts, rehearsing future situations, and just reflecting on life.  Most people may either be aware or not aware of their internal thinking, but they don't know how to stop any incoming thoughts at all.  This is why people still keep beliefs, such as religious ones throughout their lives, without even questioning these ideas at all.  For a few years now, I have been able to know when a panicky thought is coming in, and in order to stop an incoming panic attack, I have trained myself to click my fingers twice.  This method clears my mind, and it works most of the time.  The other method that I have to clear my mind is to "look" at a sound around me (for example a tv or the wind, and just focus on that sound only.  In time, I will talk about other mind techniques that I have.  Just a couple of examples of me self-teaching myself - at the age of 8, I said to myself while I was in the backyard that I was going to teach myself being right handed, and that by the age of 20, I would be both left and right handed.  I am now 23 years old, and my handwriting on both hands are nearly as good as each other, and I swap hands for things such as sanding all the time.  The only exception I have is when I am drawing with a pen.

Ok, so talking wasn't exactly my forte when I was young (I couldn't talk until I was 4 years old), but I have always wondered why I am generally 'smarter' than most of my classmates. I have also wondered why I never had any friends at school, because I thought their boring talk of clothes shopping and whining about whose friend likes who etc., was inferior or immature compared to my political thoughts, geography, economics, music and plenty of other silly little things. I thought noone else at school would care about what I cared about – no wonder I was the teacher's pet!

I knew I must have been 'different' to other children when I was younger. It must have been firstly – my twin sister and I getting kept down from preschool because we couldn't talk until the age of 6. The next year, as well as attending preschool (again), we also went to a special preschool, the Endeavour Foundation, AND the child and youth mental health facility ALL in the same year. One other silly thing as to why I might have been different was when all the kids in my preschool class buried me up to my head in the sandpit! Well since I am in school mode here, I might as well begin this article on my school years – quite a logical start, plus you will all see how I coped in primary school and high school – my tertiary education experiences will come later.

Primary School

Years Grade 1

'Bye sweetie, I'll miss you on your first day of school – bye now', may have been the words of my mother when she dropped me off to my first ever day of school (Hey, I'm making it up what she said, because I can't remember that and that sounds like something a mother would say anyway!), but I wasn't crying like most of the other kids, I was quite excited!

Now because I got kept down in preschool, I am now a year older than my classmates. I am one of these people who seem to remember 'everything' of what they did in school, uni, etc, (ie. My long term memory). Well, one of the things I remembered was that I was teaching some of my classmates how to read! I was the one reading the big book to them. As with every grade in school, I was interested to find out who was the smartest kid in the class. On this occasion, I worked out it was a boy and I who were the smartest. Anyway, I dont remember too much about Grade 1, but I do remember that I cried once in this grade. I only cried a total of THREE times at school TOTAL – including primary and high school. On this occasion, i was asked to pronounce the word 'sister'. Being the perfectionistic child that I was, for some reason I couldn't perform this task and started crying. I also said the word 21st as 'twenty oneth'. I can't really recall anything else significant in this grade other than it was the last grade that I screamed like a normal girl should do in the playground. I really don't think the other kids considered me weird or different at this stage of my life. Ok, onto the next grade we go.

Grade 2

I most certainly believe at this stage, I had lived under one of the biggest misconception or myth during my whole 7 turning 8 year old life. I had always been called Katie at preschool, home, Grade 1 and everywhere else wherever my name was called, even roll calls. However, I found out (either the start or end of this grade – I'm not sure), that infact – my real name was indeed – Kathryn! All my school photos (except for my first preschool one), my roll calls, who mum and dad called me by had been WRONG WRONG WRONG! I was silly enough to think that Katie was my real name! I was very upset (but didn't cry – as I am quite unemotional) by this discovery. As you can tell now, most of you out there wouldn't really care about little things like this. But even as an adult, I find little things like that example as rather significant, and also I get amused and obsessed by little things.

Anyway, during this grade, I was the second smartest according to me! A boy again was smarter (p.s. I do know these people's names, but I don't want to put them here). Besides our grade learning the usual Grade 2 stuff, I started to get bored with the learning. I wanted to know more and more stuff that the other children didn't. I cannot think of anything mentally significant except for what I did on the playground. I discovered that I was or was becoming a tomboy. On the playground frame I played on all the time, I told myself that I had no use in screaming. So from that day forward, I have never screamed like girls do or the females do in horror movies. I also started to play mainly with boys at this stage, thus began my association with always liking activities that were male-dominated. Part of the reason I liked playing sports that girls didn't like playing was mainly because I took this behaviour from home. As I was one of 10 children growing up (I had 6 brothers and 3 sisters), all the girls including me were quite tomboyish. Onto the next grade we go guys and girls who are still reading!

Grade 3

Now that I am in Grade 3, I realised that even though I was quite smart in the classroom, my motor skills were way behind the other kids. I didn't even know what swear words were until this grade. The kids started calling me weird and started to tease me. I didn't know what to do when I got teased, so I said some silly little line and moved on. I think the whole tall poppy syndrome must start in this grade. At this time at the age of 8 and 9, I had never used a phone to call someone (mind you, this is back in 1991 when neither mobiles or the internet existed for public use). I didn't know how to tie my own shoelaces, I didn't know how to use a knife or fork, and of course, I had no friends at all. I liked maths, science, all the things that the boys started to like, and I played sport with the boys only. I was the only girl interested in playing these games.

I guess I could mention something quite unrelated here – the use of the cane in schools. The only time I had ever known a kid getting the cane (and probably the last time) was in this grade. A boy in our class kept misbehaving or whatnot and he got it bad! Everyone was listening to the principal yell out something and his voice was heard every inch of the school! I was the third smartest, behind a boy and a girl this time. This girl I remember taught me what a fortnight meant (I hope this may be significant but I seem to remember these little details for some reason). One more thing before I go onto the next grade. I think I might have actually had a friend (girl). I was so well behaved in school – I was quite the angel child. Anyway, one day, we decided to sneak out of the room where the class was watching videos (we had a temporary substitute teacher on at the time). We snuck out and went to the classroom. She asked me what the time was on the analogue clock. I pretended I didn't know until 5 to 3pm. I know discovered I had to hide my being smart so people wouldn't make me out to be nerdy. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that in every grade, the teachers were always sick of me putting my hand up for every question. I always either won or in the top three of the 'find the word in the dictionary the fastest', and I always won the maths game where you are back to back with a kid and when you know the maths answer, you have to turn around and say the answer.

The other thing that happened in this grade is that one day my mum pulled me out of school and we went to the hospital to see if I had epilepsy or not. I got this cool hat with wires poking out everywhere on my head, and the pencil was writing all these funny lines on a piece of paper (this is an EEG). I did not have epilepsy. One last thing – you could say my musical career started here. Every day in the morning, our schol had a recorder band that marched up and down the lines of the bitchumen basketball courts. So for some unknown reason, I bought a recorder and joined this band. I faked and faked my notes and pretended I was playing in that band for a good 3 months before I got found out! At this stage, I had no musical ability at all!

Grade 4

This was the grade where I started to learn things from other people. This was also the grade where I discovered that everything I have done in my life, I have always done it because either a friend I knew or one of my brothers or sisters did it first. When I was 10, my twin sister taught me how to tie my own shoelaces. One of my brothers taught me how to use a knife and fork properly. I also used the phone for the first time ever to ring someone as well. Mentally, this was one of the most fun grades to be in. For some reason, this year our class was a composite class. This meant that the grade five kids were in the same room with the grade four kids (ie.. me!!). I discovered that I was really smart in this grade. This was really great – they had one teacher on one side of the room teaching our grade, and another teacher on the other side teaching the grade five kids. I used my maths skills to outsmart both grades at once. The grade five kids had to answer some maths questions that were written on the board. As soon as the question was written on the board, I put my hand up and answered it immediately! Wow, I was even smarter than the grade infront of me.

Now you may think that my extra grade of preschool gave me some kind of advantage. Well, I dont think so! The only thing we did in that grade was play games and paint stuff – no maths was involved! I realised that school was indeed too boring and easy for me. I now started to think that I should skip a grade (even two grades). I am also a great speller as well. I could spell the Grade 5 words as well faster than the older kids.

My second bout of crying in school was in this grade during a library class. The library teacher - who had a serious case of 'tuckshop ladies arm disease' (this is where the fat from the arm droops down), picked on me or yelled at me for some reason. I cried for the second time in my school history - there is only one more time where I cried at school. Anyway, one disturbing thought I had at this time, was the understanding of the words gay and lesbian. Now why would I care about this? Simple. At this time, I was a female child whose interests were maths, science, big books, writing, and all sorts of other mainly male-dominated interests. I was also playing only with boys on the playground – cricket etc. I had started to get a tiny bit curious if infact I was a lesbian or not. I had read that lesbians started out exactly the same way I had. Also, I had so much knowledge due to my love of reading as well. From about 5 or 6, I started to read the encyclopaedias my parents had. I may have not totally understood what I was reading, but I was learning and had way more knowledge than any of the other kids.

Unfortunately, our school did not have a gifted learning class – damn that! I would have been there! The only other significant thing I did was start to play the trumpet. The only reason I wanted to play the trumpet was because my brother was playing! That was it! No other reason. However, I started to attend the trumpet classes near the end of the year. The teacher asked me what this funny circle written over these five straight lines were (it was the note common C). I didn't have a clue. He asked what the next note on these fiive lines were. I had no clue what the hell I was looking at, so the teacher said to come back next year.

Grade 5

This was the year of when my music career actually started! I was dying to come back from last years' failure and improve. I discovered that I was a perfectionistic, obsessive child as well. I wanted to learn faster and faster than the other kids in my brass class. As soon as I started trumpet and the teacher told us that we should practise playing, I started to practise my trumpet EVERY SINGLE day without fail! I would practise until my lips and mouth were hurting like hell! I played for at least an hour a day, even two or three sometimes. Even though I wasn't using my diaphragm like a good little brass player should (I was using chest breathing), I was very good at the trumpet, except that my tone or the way I sounded was quite thin and horrible. Besides that, I had gone through the first book way quicker than the other kids, and was learning at a freakishly accelerated rate! I have no idea why I was like this! The year before, I didn't even know the meaning of a note on a page! Now I was playing and playing like a freakshow! My parents didn't push me, they didn't even tell me to practise, I don't even think they cared if I was playing or not (they had nine other kids to look after besides me). My learning rate was incredible, even in the classroom. I had times tables absolutely mastered!

However, I realise now why I wasn't very accurate at times. I was simply working things out too fast. I learned in Grade 11 to slow down and be more accurate. We had these maths table sheets to write the answers next to. I always won every single time. Everything was a race for me – but I learned later that winning or being the fastest is not an ideal thing to do.

This grade was when the true personality of the other kids came out. In particular, I guess this is where kids start cheating or lying or whatever. I was trying to play poker with some kids, and every single kid was cheating! I yelled out to stop cheating, and I kept catching them out as well. This also occurred in the game of handball as well. The old boys' club came into effect as well. Some boys wouldn't let me play with them anymore, so I just played with the boys who did!

Thought Blocking Techniques

Since my mind has crossed the line between reality and fantasy, unfortunately it has come to the stage where I have to control my own thoughts and what I am thinking about in order to stop worrying about something or obsessing over information.  Now why do I have to worry about this for?  Well, even though I am on antipsychotic medication as treatment for my psychosis that I had, I still get the occasional paranoia thoughts that people are following me.  Sometimes if I am passionate on a particular subject, I sometimes obsess over the information and I have to act on this by researching or continuously thinking about it!

Since I was discharged from the psychiatric ward for the second (and hopefully last) time in May 2003, the obsessive and uncontrollable thoughts that I had while psychotic can still be triggered in me.  For example, about six weeks ago, I thought one of my fellow TAFE students was following me to my house in his Pajero.  He turned left at the same corner I was while he was driving behind me, and then on the next street he pulled over after I thought he was stalking me!  In my re-lived paranoid state, I did a massive u-turn about one suburb wide and drove past that house to see if he was still parked there - he was!  I assumed that he was waiting for a particular time so that he could resume following me.  However, I found out later that by coincidence, he was just visiting that house even though it was only about 3 blocks away from mine!  I was shaking after the incident and realised after I knew the facts that my paranoia had come back with force!  Just because I'm not fully psychotic anymore, I still have the ability to be so again if I start thinking this way continuously combined with other stresses. 

Ok now back to the thought blocking - during my whole panic and psychosis period of my life, I already knew what was the most common cause of my illness/es - information overload!  I have been described that my mind is a hard drive that has been filled up with too much spyware, viruses and that it has no space left. (ok, well I did make that up just now teehee but anyway).  My first self remedy to stop this overload was to avoid all television, radio, reading of newspapers, well any media like that!  As a consequence of this, I made myself scared of these mediums and would have self-induced panic attacks and paranoia if I tried to say watch tv again.  Basically,  before I was ever admitted into a psychiatric ward, I was the classic case of someone who had been living in books, newspapers, tv all that stuff and had never really experienced anything in the real world! 

My second and most logical and proper technique was to actually talk to people about my problems verbally.  Now, considering that I was a very shy person and didn't like any sort of social situations at all - this is a very very hard task!  However, as I have mentioned on some other page on my site, a man in the ward started talking to me when he saw that I was scared and alone (he was my first boyfriend by the way :P ).  After he tried to get me out of my shell, he introduced me to most of the other patients in the ward, and since I have always been a good listener, I listened to real people and the hell they have had to endure.  Previously, I have been hidden away from 'bad people' who have done drugs or crimes or anything bad like that.  But now, in the ward, I was listening to people who have done all these horrible things and what their mental illnesses have caused them to do, and all sorts of interesting stuff that I was just overwhelmed with!  I have never heard or talked or been associated with any non 'goodie  goodie' people before!  After I got out, the nice and caring Kathryn finally came out of me, and before I knew it, I was suddenly talking and talking to people non-stop, I was listening to people's stories of their hardship and I was actually TRYING to help them with my own solutions verbally!  Wow, its amazing what a terrible life experience can do to change a person!  The 20 year old shell had suddenly been lifted off my head and now I was free to talk and write about whatever I like, say what I want without living in fear or bottling up anything!  Now for a person like me to change so dramatically, it does take a major shock to the system (ie. a  terrible life experience) to let the real ME come out!

I have a method to clear my mind of thoughts.  My dad has called it a form of hypnotism, but I'm really not sure.  Anyway, I have trained myself to perform this: when I click my fingers TWICE in rapid succession with my right hand near the side of my head, all the thoughts that are running through there at that moment suddenly clear!  Now how did I do this?  The only way I can explain this is that you have to train yourself to respond to some sort of signal where you have a clear mind.  I usually make myself get rid of thoughts by just trying to zone out any sound that is around you.  If a tv is on, I try to just focus on the sound of the tv only, and not anything else.  This is another way to clear your mind.  If the finger clicking method doesn't work, I try to talk myself out of the problem itself (I do this by talking to yourself - however I've heard this is the first sign of insanity or something lol just as long as noone else is around whisper) by talking it though or writing it down.  If that doesn't work, well I think I just go into extreme weird mode here - I start yelling usually and tell myself to stop worrying about a particular problem and realise that I don't care!  I do live by myself so I can do this!  Now, if I, someone who has been chewing their fingernails all of their life to train themselves to stop doing it (mostly),  then I'm sure you can train your own mind to do certain things!  When I try to get rid of worry, I put this logical question and tell myself, 'Why are you worrying about this for? You KNOW that you CAN'T do anything about it now, and that it has ALREADY happened - so why worry about it!  You cannot change the past!'  This does work straightaway, but I have to coach myself a bit more if I have lots of worry.  Ok here is my last method, and I believe I HAVE to use this in order to stop my panic attack that I very occasionally have.  Now, when I get a major panic attack, the main weird thing that happens is that (well I  think) due to my very sensitive body and senses, I go into the mode where everything that is metal suddenly physically ZAPs me!  Now, for a normal person, this is just STUPID right? Well, YES IT IS!  So, when I am all panicky, I have to tell my mind that, 'Now how is it physically possible for me to keep getting zapped by metal all the time?  This is just a very stupid thing that's happening!'  Eventually, after retouching a piece of metal and telling myself that it's damn well impossible to get electrocuted by it, I eventually get rid of that certain fear out of my head. 

Ok sorry guys but time is running out on me, but I don't think I need to explain my techniques anymore!  With these ideas I have outlined here, you could possibly stop yourself from smoking, drinking, having panic attacks, well anything really!  Just remember, it's just a matter of how you think!

My Learning Styles and the Dominant Side of My Brain

I have always been intrigued as to how I think, in particular how I learn and from searching the topic of learning styles, I am also interested in what side of my brain is the dominant side.  I am left handed.  Infact, the most significant factor as to why my mental health problems really started was because of one lousy question that I had to do during our first tute of ME2525 (Machine Element Design).  My lecturer was Professor Jeff Loughron from James Cook University.  The question was the rather infamous 'crank handle' question. 

Here is the infamous Crank Handle Question!

  Since I have not done any sort of engineering study since I left after I finished the second year of my degree at the end of 2002, I wouldn't have a clue how to do this question now!  Don't worry, most people who look at the picture above wouldn't know how to do it either.  However, I'm sure if I restudied this question, I'm sure I could get the answer for you.  This was the question that made my mind be pushed over the edge!  Not bad for one question huh?

Anyway, on the next page of this How I Think section of my website, I will tell you my results of several online tests for learning styles and Dominant sidedness of the brain.  (Click here)

Kitkat's Improvisational Guide to Thinking Like an Inventor

How do inventors think, and why can they just make up some new idea seemingly from nowhere?  Well, your thinking style has to be widespread as to think of every object as part of an unknown or undiscovered part to a jigsaw puzzle.  First, you need a problem that needs solving, and then you need the dedication and quick thinking to solve it.  I will give my example below.  During my first engineering semester at uni, the lecturers told us that there is a slight difference between an inventor and an engineer - engineers have deadlines and inventors don't (basically).

Anyway, if you hit my main page, you will see the picture of that MP3 player with a clip attached to it.  Now I will go backwards and tell you how I made the player from just being out of the shop with no handle or clip, to having a clip attached so that you won't lose the damn thing.

1. You need a problem first.  My problem was that small things are very easy to lose if they aren't attached to something so you can carry it around with you everywhere.  I only purchased the player on Sat. 11th of June 2005.  This has been my very first portable MP3 player I have ever bought and seen.  I noticed by looking at the various players in the shops that none of them had any clips or anything like that.  They do have this small metal stump thing with a hole in it, so that you can tie the player onto something using that part.  I thought to myself that this is not a good enough solution.
2. Figure out a basic solution.  I made my mind up that this player needed a clip that had to be physically attached to the player, just like portable radios and such.  
3. Look at things around you to try and get some ideas.  I realised that I could somehow attach a clip onto this player.  Luckily, the other day, I bought a $5 small portable FM radio which .. WELL .. it had a CLIP on it! TADAAAAAA I said. 
4. Think of how you are actually going to make your invention.  By looking at the FM radio, I saw that the clip was only screwed on.  You then think to yourself that this clip can be unscrewed (obvious to most), and taken off for another purpose.
5. Don't be afraid of pulling things apart.  Objects like toys, computers, cars, well anything is designed to be pulled apart and put back together again like Humpty Dumpty.  You have to get the no-confidence thought that, 'You are going to destroy something and it is valuable and won't work again'.  Well, just like jigsaw puzzles, if you pull it apart, you can always remake it again and it will work.
6. Doing the deed.  I got my very small Phillips-head screwdriver, undid the screw and removed the clip from the radio.  I then figured out that the lid that covers the usb part of the stick is only made out of some kind of plastic.  Since I am the tinkering type, I have my fair share of small screwdrivers (a jewel kit), sticky tape, a stanley knife and little tools like that.  All I did was twist the sharp edge of the stanley knife and used scissors in the same way to make an indent into the plastic.  Then I simply screwed the screw in until it made a hole through.
7. Make sure you are NOT going to damage the equipment that you are inventing.  I had to check that the screw was long enough to go through the hole and not be too long as to touch the usb part when the lid went on. 
8. Check that your invention works.  I screwed the lid on and wam bam thank you maam, it worked successfully.  The lid can go on properly all the time, the clip doesn't fall off, and the clip actually does clip onto clothes and such so that you won't lose the damn player!

Now all of the above may be damn obvious for most people, but it is good to outline stuff like that in an easy way for everyone to understand how inventors think.  The other tool inventors use is to treat everything around them as a trigger that could lead to a new invention.  As I said before, treat everything as an unknown part to a potential successful jigsaw puzzle.  For example, a car is just full of metal, pipes, and plenty of other nasty things.  Don't be afraid to drill a few holes here and there (I did this on the weekend to make a new attachment for my radiator) and don't be afraid of unscrewing things or pulling things apart.  When you look around a room, you will see objects that can make things.  You could use a computer cable as an indoor clothesline, use a glue gun as a water spray gun, use boxes as a table, using pegs to try and straighten an akubra hat.  If you can turn on your thinking cap to think like this when you are trying to search for ideas, then you have made the best possible start that you can!

And yes, people can come up with ideas out of nowhere because they think of something, and then it triggers an automatic solution.  The hardest part with doing anything is getting started.  Once you are over that, you will just come up with ideas and ideas to solve your problem.  Music is made on gut feelings brought on by emotions or life experiences or senses, and inventions happen this way too.

Get rid of the Bell Curve - the biggest misrepresentation of life ever invented!

Why is everything based on the bell curve still?  Because "society" needs to base everything on some sort of average amongst a total population of people.  Here is a picture of one incase you don't know what one looks like: (courtesy of mattmonnot.com)

According to the above picture, the majority of a population fits inside the middle two groups of 34.13% of this curve.  The lowest, dumbest, and smallest part is the far left side of the graph, and progresses from this side, through the vast majority of a population in the middle, right thru to the most extreme, positive or smartest side of the curve on the right. 

Now, why is this curve so inaccurate? It's simple.  All you have to do is take a simple test in an educational institution (such as school or university). 

Example Test No.1 - Ok, say there is a test out of 100, and there are 100 people taking it.  For some reason, this test is either hard, or the kids aren't as bright, or it is just ridiculous.  That is not the point.  Anyway, say the HIGHEST mark out of the whole class was say 15% (or 15 out of 100).  Now, according to most education curriculums, to get a pass, you would need to obtain a mark of at least half or 50% to "pass" a test. 

Now, because the highest mark was only 15 out of 100 for this test, you would ASSUME and LOGICALLY think that the entire class would fail... but NO! There are universites  and schools (I would say the VAST majority of them all over the world) who would suddenly fall in love with this magic bell curve and therefore rank people with it.  So, therefore, suddenly, they decide that the top 68.26% of the class will "([PASS])" the test! (I got this figure by adding the largest two percentages from the bell curve above - it is NOT the only % that would pass, but it is usually over 50%).  So, even though TECHNICALLY nobody in the class REALLY passed the test, the top 68.26% of this class will get a pass or better mark, with the top % of students getting a HIGH DISTINCTION or A mark!

Is this just the most ridiculous concept ever invented? Yes! But why does the world seem to stick to it?  Also to make my example test above even more illegitimate, we would also say that this same test was carried out in a different class (doesn't matter where). 

Example Test No. 2 - What happens if infact say 73% of the class ACTUALLY  got a true mark of over 50 out of 100 (50%) in this second class performing the exact same test?  Well, according to the bell curve, they will STILL only get ranked and marked according to the majority of the curve.  That means, that the person with the highest mark will get the SAME ranking report wise as the highest mark from the first test!  For this example, let's say that the highest mark on this second test was 87 out of 100 (87%).  Now are you telling me that the student who got 15% in the first exact test done would get the SAME report card mark of say HIGH DISTINCTION or A, DESERVES to get the SAME ranking of the student who got 87% of the test correct in the second class? NO it Damn well doesn't match up!

If you think it does, please tell me HOW! Geez... Email me here at kitkatsavvy@gmail.com to enquire about this.

  Outlook of mental health - nothing has improved in 60 years

I just thought I would post this direct IRC conversation that I had with someone... I came up with the theory that I have about mental health, except I made it into a question form..

<KitkatGirl> mental health has gone NOWHERe in 50yrs my friend
<KitkatGirl> :)
<VoHuhes> You're right thta there is no sceintific proof.
<KitkatGirl> yes...
<KitkatGirl> and thus all that DSM V bullshit is bullshit
<KitkatGirl> ONE day you are buzzin\g on a high. the next you are low
<KitkatGirl> this happens for two weeks THEN you have bipolar
<KitkatGirl> NEXT fortnight.. you are depressed. .yu have DEPRESSion
<KitkatGirl> NEXT week you get obsessed with washing your hands for some reason
<KitkatGirl> you have OCD
[<KitkatGirl> its stupid!
<KitkatGirl> come on!
<KitkatGirl> dont you think how stupid mental illness ":diagnoses" are??
<KitkatGirl> EVERYBODY is the damn same
<KitkatGirl> you just do these activities MORE.
<KitkatGirl> ie you cry more TEARS
<KitkatGirl> or you are awake MORE than everybody else etc
<VoHuhes> So, the whole mental health system should be abolished ...
<KitkatGirl> geezuz
<KitkatGirl> not abolished
<KitkatGirl> changed
<KitkatGirl> :)
<KitkatGirl> theres NO proof of anytyhing
<KitkatGirl> except watching monkeys behave
<KitkatGirl> theres no 2 + 3 = 5 anywhere
<KitkatGirl> the ONLY way to "diagnose" something
<KitkatGirl> is to CONVERT ..at lesat your OWN inner voice into words
<KitkatGirl> that would a start
<KitkatGirl> and THEN to capture the human imagination ONTO a computer
<KitkatGirl> as you SEE IT in your head
<KitkatGirl> THen that would be a start
<KitkatGirl> :)
<KitkatGirl> there is NO PROOF of anything by watching someone behave a certain way
<KitkatGirl> :)
<KitkatGirl> theres no broken bones until you "see" how you think
<KitkatGirl> !
<KitkatGirl> answer that for me
<KitkatGirl> ....
<KitkatGirl> !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!