Drugs, felony charges, even jail couldn’t stop him Electroconvulsive therapy did. A manic memoir by Andy Behrman. Andy Behrman wrote Electroboy: A Memoir of Mania while convalescing from four months of electroconvulsive therapy (ECT) that effectively. This is a two-part series where I explore the inner-world of Electroboy, Andy Behrman. Mr. Behrman speaks openly about bipolar disorder.
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My father is somewhat obsessive-compulsive and my mother is very driven, as is my sister. A woman in her late 60s tells me that this is eelectro 15th electroshock treatment in four months. The trucks outside sound like rockets being launched. A memoir by one of those 80’s yuppie schmucks. Back then, I thought they were all right. I take off my coat and start trying on sweaters and looking in the mirror. I happen to be an art dealer, which someone once told me at a Soho opening was a notch above drug dealer on the career ladder.
I realize that this sort of disorganization of the narrator was reflecting the underlying condition that Mr. I’m behr,an I can be put on a electrp of medication that will stabilise the manic-depression. Current Issue bp Magazine for Bipolar Fall Throughout this recovery period, I despise manic-depression, but pretend to be its friend, so as not to set it off. This unforgettable memoir is a unique contribution to the literature of mental illness and introduces a writer whose energy may well keep you up all night.
My recovery represents a real loss. I open the sliding glass door and drop the beer bottle four floors down on to the street. ECT is the last resort in my case.
The symptoms of bipolar disorder come in different strengths and sizes. There’s an entire network of actors, writers, bartenders, prostitutes and drug eoectro hanging out in after-hours bars and clubs across the city, waiting for the transition from vodka and cocaine to orange juice, pancakes and eggs.
Sorry if that’s a bit revisionist-history of me. Continue to part two of the interview with “Electroboy,” Andy Behrman.
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What advantages has your diagnosis of bipolar disorder provided you? My initial reaction was: Losing control during a shopping spree is probably the ultimate high for me now; it causes a strange sense of panic, a near electto state. Thank God the fucking insurance company foots the bill for this shit and not me.
Thanks for telling us about the problem. There are people with bipolar disorder who hate mania and will do just about anything to avoid it. It sounds so pleasant – could it be? By comparison, I must admit to being a coward in comparison to Andy – I could never strip myself bare so publicly and for this we must give him praise no matter how raunchy, crude or mildly pornographic parts of this book may be.
Aug 11, Kateb rated it really liked it. Kelly May 17, at 3: In the end, Behrman’s story didn’t justify itself–at least as far as my expectations. Except for the movie, Mr. But bipolar disorder is an illness in which one does not consider the consequences at the time and I’m certain that these choices were symptomatic of my illness. Everyone in first class was probably shower ing at the same time this morning. He never really faced what he was doing, never took responsibility for all the damage he’d wrought, for all the people he’d hurt.
I also had a hard time following along with a choppy dialogue. Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. Andy Behrman wrote Electroboy: Perhaps if they had an interest in psychology and mental illnesses I’m in the mood for French toast. I ask the stewardess for a vodka to wash down the Klonopin. A Memoir of Mania which was published by Random House in It doesn’t hit him, or his dog, but he looks up and curses.
They stopped talking to me for a while.
The shocking adventures of Electroboy
This makes a huge splash. It takes real guts to hang your sins and shortcomings out on the line for all to see. I pack my passport and prescriptions, a suit and a dozen rolled-up canvases, then reach into my freezer and grab the rubber-banded wad of money. That’s little more than 22 pills a day.
I instruct the caterer to set up tables of live mermaids – scantily clad women decoratively surrounded by hors d’oeuvres. On my way to the bathroom, I notice a few Madonna look-alikes with bleached blonde hair sitting in economy.