From the, “You’re Not Making Mental Health Issues Better, Your Making RPGS Worse” Files:
A few months back a woman, one of whose personalities goes by the name Bluestockings, stopped flipping her lips with an index finger while humming long enough to post a very heartfelt and emotional plea that RPG makers:
- Stop making games about crazy characters unless you yourself can have a conversation about the privilege of living without mental illness.
- Stop making games where being mentally ill is a joke.
- Stop calling bad people crazy.
- Stop playing games that promote the humour (sic) and levity in mental illness.
- Start having conversations and calling people out on this bullshit. Start making inclusive games. Start playing inclusive characters.
- And hey, while we’re at it, stop romanticizing mental illness, too.
It’s hard to know where to start with demands like these.
The RPG KGB decided long ago that my identity disqualifies me from having an opinion on social issues. That opened the door for identity attacks to be used in lieu of rational discourse. I don’t like that, but I don’t make the rules, people – I just follow their lead on how we’re going to talk about this.
Bluestockings is cray cray. She admits:
This woman is, by her own admission, delusional. Note that she is not clinically insane – that would require a clinician’s diagnosis. She admits that she won’t go see a professional, leaving open only two possibilities. One, she is lying about her condition as a means of gaining a rung or two on the Ladder of Victimhood. Or two, she really is bonkers. Either way, you can’t take a word she says seriously. She is either lying or delusional. Or both. You wouldn’t take medical or automotive or financial advice from a delusional liar, and those things aren’t nearly as important in this life as RPGs, so don’t take RPG advice from a delusional liar either.
Note the inherent contradiction in her demands. Stop making games about lunatics. Also, we need more games that include lunatics. That’s the sort of double talk you can only get from a nutjob. Or a leftist. But I repeat myself.
Here’s some more self-contradiction from this brave and honest and open crackpot. I’m going to pull two quotes, and you have to remember that these quotes are both written by the same person, though perhaps not the same personality, in the same article.
I can’t forget my experiences with my mental health. I worry every day how “bad” I’m getting and I try to stay on top of it. Mental health is an on going experience and struggle.
The whole point of her long whine is that living with a few screws loose is a huge disadvantage, and the world she remake itself in her image so that she doesn’t have to suffer any more. She then criticizes RPGs because:
[H]ow many times in D&D,RIFTS, Paranoia, and other main stream games have we seen the crazy traits used as a disadvantage. I remember being Bipolar (not my choice) in a Serenity game and that was a disadvantage.
I’ve met two Napoleon’s, one Lady Godiva, and a Jesus of Nazareth that were more stable than this. Usually just before slipping them a couple of bucks and trying to stand up wind of them as they accost me in the shadowy underpasses during one of my frequent recruiting drives for the bum fight videos I produce in my spare time.
This may sound needlessly harsh. While it may be harsh, it is most definitely needed. It isn’t fun to mock the mentally ill*, but sometimes it’s necessary. People might start taking this raving head case seriously. Instead of trying to keep her away from sharp objects, they might start thinking she has a point. It’s important to establish that this woman shouldn’t be taken any more seriously than internet trolls who dedicate themselves to, of all things, defending the honor of the fair Lady RPG.
This woman clearly needs help. My heart aches for the pain that she suffers. I truly hope she gets the help she needs to become a normal person. But there’s nothing that any of us can do to help her. Humoring her flights of fancy will only serve as an enabling strategy that will send her deeper into the spiral of insanity. Listening to her gibberish and pretending that it is coherent thought is like giving cake to a fat kid, booze to an alcoholic, and crack to my mother.
You can’t heal Bluestocking. You can’t change her by catering to her ever-shifting whims. That change must start with her. You can’t control her, and you can’t make her better.
What you can control is your response to this lip-diddling cuckoo. That starts with not listening to her. For one thing, you will never be able to satisfy her. Her desires, her needs, and her demands all change on a minute by minute basis. She can’t even get through a single blog post without contradicting herself multiple times. She can’t even get through a bullet list without changing what she wants out of you. And you think anything you do will ever get her to stop attacking you?
That’s like thinking you could ever give a panhandler enough money to get him to stop begging for spare change. Or thinking that Democrats will improve the lives of black people if they get enough votes from the black community. Or thinking that voting third party will change the way Washington D.C. works. Those things are all Bluestocking level denials of reality.
Do what should you do?
- Keep making games about crazy characters and don’t have conversations about the delusional concept of the privilege of living without mental illness.
- Keep making games where being mentally ill is a joke.
- Definitely call bad people crazy.
- Play play games that promote the humor and levity in booby-hatch residents.
- Don’t have conversations or call people out on this nonsense. Keep making whackadoo inclusive games. Keep playing whackadoo inclusive characters.
- And hey, while we’re at it, don’t ever romantize mental illness, too.
Actually, that last one of hers was pretty good. Full credit where credit is due. There’s nothing romantic about people who belong on the funny farm. They are people who deserve our pity and compassion. What they don’t deserve is to be taken seriously just because they smear their ranting silliness across the internet with a keyboard instead of across the walls of the padded room with their own feces.
* I know, I know. It can be hilarious when done well, but stick with me here, I’m going somewhere with this.