The plot of the movie is that mentally ill people LITERALLY HAVE NO PERSONALITY and that they are therefore INHERENTLY BROKEN until they manage to create a completely NEW personality – since their original one is IRRETRIEVABLY DESTROYED – and this will only happen once they completely achieve ~RECOVERY~, and they can only achieve this magical recovery by accepting the fact they’ll never be truly happy again and all their memories will be forever tainted with sadness.
which is great for fucking depression, but openly tells literally everyone with a more serious, lifelong, incurable disorder to go fuck themselves.
Hey, @Oscars! I’m bipolar! It’s incurable! I’ll have it forever!
AND YET SOMEHOW MY ENTIRE PERSONALITY AND IDENTITY DID NOT LITERALLY FALL INTO A BOTTOMLESS BLACK PIT NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN, FUCKERS.
Inside Out is a pile of shit that teaches the daydream of *complete recovery* is the only possible mental health goal worth having, and anyone for whom that goal is impossible is PERMANENTLY FLAWED so why fucking bother trying.
I’m sorry, I hope I’m confused here. I don’t disagree with your take on Inside Out at all, but I am bothered by this:
“which is great for fucking depression, but openly tells literally everyone with a more serious, lifelong, incurable disorder to go fuck themselves.”
I hope this is all just a misunderstanding and I’m taking it wrong, but depression is a serious, lifelong, incurable disorder as well. Sure, there are people who get it and can climb back out of it and be fine, but for people who were born with it? Clinically depressed? That never goes away. I should know; I have it.
Yes, with the right medication and therapy it can get better, but it will never entirely go away. I am so much better than I was a year ago, but I still face constant daily depression and fits of bleakness, hopelessness, suicidal thoughts, etc.
I’m not saying your disorder is less serious than mine, but it honestly sounds like you’re trying to throw away depression as some petty thing. It’s not.
You do realize this is a children’s movie right? They aren’t aiming for it to be a completely accurate movie about depression and mental illness, it’s suppose to be cute and fun for children while still being SOMEWHAT educational and open children up to the idea of mental illness/mixed emotions, but not give an entirely accurate portrayal of mental illness. Like are you kidding????? It’s literally a Pixar movie. Not everything is a political attack or some shit. I have depression, anxiety, OCD, and an eating disorder and guess what? None of those are curable either, but I didn’t get butt hurt over a fucking kids movie. Also, she never gets “cured” in the fucking first place. The girl is literally 12!!!!!! She is still growing, learning, changing, and it depicts ONE point in her life. That’s not to say that she doesn’t have similar moments of depression and mental illness as she grows older. For me, I really didn’t start experiencing the full affect of my mental illness until about 13. So literally chill the fuck out it was a cute movie.
Depression, anxiety, and eating disorders are all disorders that can usually be treated to literally complete recovery. Stop lying.