Tag Archives: Mental Health

Dolly’s Dream …

Youth suicide is terrible for any reason. If I can contribute in anyway I will and hope you will too.

Please consider!

Her poor parents and sister!


I had a black dog, his name was depression …

Shared by Bear Tales follower John Y


Thanks John we needed this

Gamified therapy offers hope to the elderly …

Memore by RetroBrain R&D

What a great use of technology had to share …

“Dementia: the statistics are sobering. According to the World Health Organization, 47.5 million people worldwide suffer from Alzheimer’s disease, the most common form of dementia, with 7.7 million new cases occurring every year. In the United States alone, there are currently more than 5 million people with Alzheimer’s, and that number is predicted to double by mid-century due to an aging population.

But statistics are just numbers—what’s really heartbreaking is to see how Alzheimer’s affects a loved one. The declines in memory and reasoning may be slight at first, but eventually Alzheimer’s can rob its victims of their memories, intellect, and personality—in short, everything that made them who they were. Until you’ve experienced it, it’s hard to imagine the pain of seeing your loved one’s frustration as they lose their memory and speech, your parent unable to remember which of their children you are, or your spouse incapable of recognizing you at all.

Researchers around the world are searching for ways to prevent or cure Alzheimer’s and other dementias, but the underlying causes are still not completely understood. And with drug therapies offering only modest hope, treatments that stimulate mental activity have emerged as one of the more promising therapeutic areas. And that is where Memore—and Kinect for Windows—come in.”


Keep up to date with Kinect for Windows events and developments and preview the futuristic world of touch-free computing.

Source: Gamified therapy offers hope to the elderly – Kinect for Windows Product Blog – Site Home – MSDN Blogs.

Isn’t this great.


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The bathtub test …

Shared by Bear Tales follower Ed.


During a visit to the mental asylum, I asked the Director how do you determine whether or not a patient should be institutionalized.

‘Well,’ said the Director, ‘we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty the bathtub.’

‘Oh, I understand,’ I said. ‘A normal person would use the bucket because it’s bigger than the spoon or the teacup.’

‘No.’ said the Director, ‘A normal person would pull the plug. Do you want a bed near the window?’


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Katy Perry, Jodi DiPiazza Sing at Night of Too Many Stars …

This is a must watch video you will really enjoy it. At the end there is a request to share in support of autism so I am doing my part.

I know I found it very moving …

Katy Perry and Jodi DiPiazza sang “Firework” at the Beacon Theater in New York on Oct 13. “Night of Too Many Stars: America Comes Together for Autism Programs” is hosted by Jon Stewart and raises money with NYCA (New York Collaborates for Autism) to support and create autism programs, schools, and services all over the country. Programs covering everything from the intensive education kids with autism need at a young age to social training for adults who want to contribute in the workplace. We’ve even created a “Teach the Teachers” program that helps train more teachers to work in the public school systems, for the many kids with autism who can’t get into the few quality schools that can help them. 1 in 88 kids are now diagnosed on the Autistic spectrum. Many great organizations support research to unravel the mystery behind this condition. Night of Too Many Stars is working to help people who live with autism now.”

Hope you enjoyed.



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Cranky old man …

“When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man…
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . … . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . … lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. …Babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future … . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man.
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. …. . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within … . . .
we will all, one day, be there, too!
The best and most beautiful things of this world can’t be seen or touched.
They must be felt by the heart.”

Source: I found this in a share on Google+ and don’t mind telling you it brought a tear to my eye. I don’t know the original source whether it was in Australia or elsewhere. There seems to be many versions of where he lived depending on where the poem is posted. It does not matter the poem itself is the gem. Please share.