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Darren has finally resolved a lifelong question as to why he is so disorganized and has always done poorly in school. After a battery of psychological tests administered by a leading Psychologist in his city, he has been given a diagnosis of Adult Deficit Disorder, or ADD. Excited to finally share with his friends that the medication prescribed to him by the Psychiatrist he was referred to for treatment, several of his friends took it upon themselves to immediately criticize the medication he was taking, tell him his diagnosed disorder was non-existent, that all he needed was “more self-control,” and that the pharmaceutical companies were making billions of dollars from patients like himself.

Ruth has been hospitalized for six weeks at a psychiatric hospital and diagnosed as bipolar. She takes medication that stabilizes her condition, but encounters on a regular basis well-meaning individuals who inform her that her “Western Medicine” approach is incorrect, and that she should try a more natural way to treat her condition, such as fish oil, vitamins, exercise and amino acid therapy. The constant disapproval at times leads Ruth to abandon her Psychiatrist’s advice and attempt to do things in a more natural way, leading to severe relapses and distress.

My question revolves around the well-meaning friends and family who respond to illnesses of the mind/emotions with immediate advice and contradiction or out and out doubt of the validity of a diagnosis. Surely this is improper etiquette, is it not?   0723-11

My first thought is typically to frame the issue in regards to how an individual can best mitigate other people’s faux pas committed against them.   Darren probably should not have shared what medications he was taking as that is information best kept to oneself, one’s doctor and the pharmacy.   It’s really no one else’s business what you pop into your mouth.    It’s the kind of information, that if someone has a similar problem or an inquiry as to how efficacious a drug is, that can be shared if one chooses.  But broadcasting it just seems like a recipe to tempt people into expressing their opinion.

It’s somewhat ironic that we have HIPPAA laws to protect our medical privacy but people think nothing of exposing their private medical issues with an accompanying unrealistic expectation that while they were indiscreet, everyone else should be discreet in keeping their thoughts and opinions to themselves.    Regardless of how small the public arena is, once that information is “published”,  our culture views it as available for commentary.   For example, celebrities who reveal their own medical issues (thinking of Betty Ford’s addictions, painkiller addictions by athletes, etc.) undoubtedly know that public exposure carries an inherent risk of public negativity.   But in doing so, some forge ahead believing that educating people far outweighs the negative repercussions.

People should mind their own business and refrain from commenting on other people’s medical conditions and treatments, despite  how well-intentioned they may be.   But we know that busy bodies exist and if we are to thwart their behavior, the best route is to starve them of anything to be nosy about.    It’s one thing to tell friends and extended family what the medical diagnosis is, but any further detail is really not necessary.   If asked, simply say, “My doctor has it under control but thank you for your concern,” or, “My treatment is progressing very well so far, thank you for asking.”

It’s No Piddling Matter

There’s a football (rugby league) competition between NSW and Queensland each year, the State of Origin, with the winner being the side who wins the most of the three games played. End of background.

This year, after the last State of Origin game, a story came out in the papers that a woman had been spotted urinating in her seat during the match. Yes, you read that correctly. A grown woman (44 y/o) drops her pants in the middle of a crowded stadium, slides partly off her seat, urinates, and then pulls her pants back up. Not once taking her eyes off the action on the field. Some days later, of course, a video of it hits YouTube.

Today, in the Brisbane Sunday papers, one of the columnists raised a curly question. Who was the worst-behaved, the woman who actually did the deed (gross as it was) or the low-life who taped it and put it on YouTube for the world’s delectation? A tricky one indeed, and one I’d value the opinion of fellow e-Hellions about.  0717-11

I went hunting for the video in question and found it.  The middle-aged woman is perched on the edge of her plastic seat urinating into it creating a puddle in the dip/concave area of the seat.  As she stands up, the seat flips back into upright position obviously draining the urine onto the floor and she pulls her pants back up and joins another female companion at the railing.  She never missed a beat watching the game.   And she very clearly mooned everyone behind her.    She’s so engrossed in watching the game that she is utterly oblivious to the videographer cackling his head off as he films her.

So, who is the worst behaved?  That’s like asking, “Which Barbarian is worse?  The one that kills you with a sword or the one that kills you with a spear?”   You are dead either way.

I’d have to say that this is somewhat a supply and demand issue.  There are always voyeurs and creeps out there who would love to exploit a situation for their personal gratification and pleasure.   They have the “demand”, i.e. the desire to view, witness and/or record the strange and bizarre.    People like the peeing woman supply them with the material they crave.   If there was no supply of crass, vulgar people behaving in socially bizarre ways, there would be no material for them to satisfy their cravings.   So, if the woman had not peed in her seat in  a public place, there would have been nothing to video, no YouTube publication, no brouhaha, no email to Ehell.    So, I guess I come down harder on the woman for initiating the sequence of events.

But sure to come up in the comments is how often men urinate in public.   In searching for an image to accompany today’s post, I happened upon *many* images of men just whipping it out to pee wherever their little bladders desired.  Note to the guys,  umm….that’s pretty gross, too.  It’s one thing to take a leak in the woods well hidden away from sight but peeing in public places is just vulgar and disgusting.

Down The Hatch With Indiscretion! The Re-Do

I’m not sure this qualifies as an Oops, but is rather one of the most cruelly tacky comments I have ever been subjected to. I was out with some old friends from college having drinks and we decided to play a round of the drinking game, Never-Have-I-Ever. The basic rules of this game are that everyone, in turn, says something they haven’t done. Everyone else present who has done this thing will take a drink. It’s generally played by groups of friends as a way to get to know one another better, and we felt it would be a good opportunity to catch up.

Well, we went a few rounds when my former roommate, whom I had been rather close with in college, said “Never have I ever had sex in a car.” This not being true of me, I did not take a drink, and she immediately called me on it, making quite a fuss about it. I laughed it off at first and said she must have me confused with someone else. Then–in front of all of our friends and loud enough for several other people at the bar to hear–she tells me to play fair, that I was raped freshmen year by a guy I went on a date with in his car, and that counts. Can you imagine? Granted, this was several years in the past and an event I had dealt with through counseling, but obviously not something everyone knew about or that was appropriate for publicly toasting.

Needless to say, I and several of my other friends, awkwardly called it a night. I haven’t spoken to her since. 0102-09

I’d like to clear up my original comments on this post.  What I said initially was basically that this game involving private information and alcohol was potentially a train wreck waiting to happen.  What I didn’t say and should have was that the OP got hit by that train in a devastating way.  By noting the folly of the situation, I didn’t mean to imply some moral equivalence between the OP foolishly entering into this situation and the “friend” savagely (or best very insensitively) publicizing such a horrid memory, perhaps shared in confidence many years previously.  The “friend” was utterly wrong and I didn’t mean to defend her behavior at all.  Please forgive my tone-deafness in addressing the folly of getting into the situation without making clear that folly or no, the treatment that the OP received was inexcusable.

Merriam-Webster defines  “Discretion” as 1) the quality of having or showing discernment or good judgment : the quality of being discreet especially : cautious reserve in speech.

The indiscretion of the OP was in choosing to play a game that is, by its very nature, fraught with opportunities  for a major faux pas.  In no way is her date rape a result of an indiscretion, nor is rape itself merely an indiscretion, nor does the exegesis of the OP’s story indicate she was indiscreet in revealing her own rape.

I don’t consider participating in a drinking game that reveals things that should be very private, i.e. sexual information,  about oneself in a public bar to be an exercise in showing discernment or being cautiously reserved in speech regardless of whether one is raped or not.  I will disagree with some readers’ comments that the game is always innocent and harmless and their wrong assumption that I have no idea what I am talking about.  Drinking games like this were common in the Dark Ages when I was in college (I overheard  many lurid TMIs in crowded, noisy bars) and with two college students living at home, our hospitality is predominantly aimed at the 19-24 year old age group.  My two college -aged children, when asked last night at dinner what their thoughts were on the “Never Have I” drinking game responded that they were “recipes for disaster” and “too much potential for finding out more than you ever wanted to know about your friends”.   It cannot be an exercise in good judgment and discernment, i.e discretion, for anyone, raped or not, to add alcohol to the objective of TMI revelations in a public bar populated with God knows who overhearing it and either wishing they weren’t a party to hearing those discussions or salaciously enjoying every morsel.  And in this age of small electronic recording devices, your public indiscretions can go viral on Youtube.

The Expectation of Courtesy

“We should expect courtesy and kindness in all situations from those closest to us”, paraphrased, is what one person said about how the OP should have been treated by her friend.  We can *HOPE* people will engage in reciprocal courtesy but to expect it?  Totally unrealistic.  This site owes its 14 year existence to the harsh reality that people, even trusted friends and family, royally screw it up.   A myriad of variables such as upbringing, religion, self perception, ignorance, etc. means there can be a wide range of perception as to what manners even are or why they would be even relevant to someone’s life.   That’s why we learn to bean dip and dodge odd situations that have the potential to go south.   The site’s forum members in particular, learn how to recognize the approaching faux pas moment and deftly sidestep it.

As for the argument that the OP should be able to play this kind of game with the expectation that friends will treat her respectfully…again, we can *hope* that people will behave the same way we would  but to expect it as if it was owed or earned for one’s own good behavior?  Particularly when alcohol, youth and the folly of playing the game in a public bar is added to the mix?  Human nature being what it is, people *will* disappoint, let you down, offend and hurt you.  Human nature sucks sometimes.   And declining to play along with the game will not stunt or scar anyone for life.

This site raison d’etre for years has been the focus on one’s own personal responsibility for behavior in order to be more educational as opposed to merely being an archive of rants about those other bad people.  Most stories have a clear antagonist that requires no further explanation justifying just why they deserve Etiquette Hell.   It’s been the policy of the site for years to address how the story writer might have acted to either head off a potential faux pas or indiscretion and how to extricate oneself from a situation gone south.   The OP did have the choice to decline to play the game based on an observation that the game was to be played in a public venue where discretion will go flying right out the window. And there can be sympathy for her for just not being aware that she was walking right into a major faux pas.

“The Current Status Of Your Husband’s Spauldings Are Really None of My Business”

I have two acquaintances that I find myself occasionally obligated to be around due to our similar responsibilities at our church. These two acquaintances have known each other for three or four years and are good friends. I do not know either of them well.

It seems that each time I find myself with the two of them, a personal and private discussion breaks out, and they try to invite me to be a part of it. For example, they discussed in detail their husbands’ vasectomies. I was shocked into silence and kept trying to change the subject.

Another time, it was a detailed discussion of how they plan to teach their kids about the birds and the bees. That time, I was more prepared, and I told them I had to get going.

Now, maybe I’m an overly private prude, but those are things I would probably only discuss with my husband, not with friends. Even if they feel comfortable with one another, why bring it up when I’m there?

Is there a polite way to say TMI? Or “hearing about your husband’s surgery on his testicles is grossing me out?” 1013-10