| 1983 |
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Moved to
Australia. |
| 1985 |
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Started university
course in journalism. First identifiable feelings of
depression, and first panic attacks. |
| 1987 |
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Started work as a
journalist on the Adelaide Advertiser. |
| 1988 |
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Fantastic holiday
in America and Canada. |
| 1986 |
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Breakdown.
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| 1987 |
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Moved to London.
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| 1992 |
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Got a great job
working in television. |
| 1993 |
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Split up with
boyfriend. |
| 1997 |
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Travelled with
work to film in Borneo, Norway and
Switzerland. |
| 1999 |
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Admitted to
psychiatric hospital. |
| 2000 |
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Returned to
university to study psychology.
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I've moved around a lot in my life. My parents
were missionaries, from Australia. But I was born and brought
up in India. I remember being sent away to boarding school
by steam train when I was little. I didn't see my parents
for months at a time.
When I was sixteen, I went back to Australia. This turned
out to be traumatic - a huge culture shock. But I got by,
and went to university. While I was there the chance came
up to work as a journalist on a country newspaper, and I just
took it. From then on my career took off. It's been very demanding,
but I've had some great jobs, working in Australia, New Zealand
and London.
My depression hit me pretty suddenly... but then I think I
had depression for years before I realised it. It was one
morning, after an intense crisis in a relationship. I woke
up and had no short-term memory. It was really distressing.
I went on anti-depressants, but I ditched them when I went
back to work. I didn't want anyone to know what was happening.
I just battled on - until I hit another relationship crisis.
Then I buckled. In fact I tried to kill myself. But
somehow I managed to convince the psychiatrist I'd just been
impulsive, and went back to work as though nothing had happened.
I was still hiding what was really happening. It was quite
a while later that I finally admitted I needed help. It hasn't
been easy, the whole process of getting treatment - and I
hope I never have to go into hospital again. But medication
has helped, therapy has helped, and people have helped. I
think I'm finally moving on.
Discrimination: my experience:
I think the stigma around mental health had
a huge effect on me. I was convinced I should be able
to manage. I saw my problems as a weakness, not
an illness, and felt I shouldn't have to rely on drugs.
Stigma like that is a really dangerous thing. In
fact, it can kill people, because it stops you getting
the help you need. And it makes you hide what's happening:
I didn't tell anyone at work for years. The truth is that
even the nicest, most educated people can be really badly
informed and closed minded about mental health problems.
You never know what their reaction will be, so you just
play it safe. |
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