My Dad’s Finest Hour

My dad was an intelligent, creative, and incredibly thwarted man who was unhappy much of his life. I suggested a couple of times that he get therapy, and his answer was, "What do you think I am--nuts?" And so he never got happier. So I'm really happy to read that more elderly people are using therapy: “For people in their 80s and 90s now, depression was considered almost a moral weakness,” said Dr. Gallagher-Thompson. “Fifty years ago, when they were in their 20s and 30s, people were locked up and someone threw away the key....So they learned to look good and cover their problems as best they could. "But those attitudes have shifted over time, along with the medical community’s understanding of mental illness among seniors." My Dad would have been 87 this year. He was capable of much more than he achieved, personally and professionally; however, factors including the Great Depression, the traumatic loss of his teenaged brother to cancer, and a chronic obesity problem blocked him. He's been gone … [Read more...]