Fun at Radio 4, and the not so secret life

Here is one of those somewhat garbled posts.

This week has varied from the fascinating on Monday and Tuesday to the f’kin awful today.  

The fascinating was being at BBC Birmingham for the recording of the play. I don’t have one of those jetsetting lifestyles where the average day consists of a hastily grabbed latte (or something, I don’t know, the coffees with the funny names that mean “milky coffee” or, “really strong coffee”.  I drink tea) and a croissant before sitting on a train for a few hours with a laptop, balancing overpriced tea ferried via exhausted staff and a mobile phone in their hands, then rushing into a monolithic building for a meeting, then they stay in a hotel conveniently located for local strip clubs, waking up at 7am feeling bleak and exhausted.

Getting a train and visiting a new place is a complete novelty to me, as is staying in hotels next to strip clubs, so I was rather excitable, and so was Rob. Even though it was Birmingham.  (Birmingham.  Birmingham has the oddest museum I have ever visited.  Some of its exhibits included a glass cup circa 1985 and a display of, “Voices of Birmingham” or something similar, where schoolchildren had the chance to show the public how they felt about their hometown.  There was one, “Birmingham is a hole lol” and a lot of, “Shania is FIT” type things scrawled haphazardly on coloured paper).

The BBC building is vast and modern.  The Midlands news is filmed there, which Rob was delighted about.  There is a Dalek on the first floor and the reception took a photo of us standing next to it.  

The studio was big, with a glass partition and those wonderful old 1970s clocks.  It had wooden walls so it reminded me of one of those amateur porn sets.

I’ve never been inside a proper radio studio (“All in the Mind” was tiny, two mics, one with a little face drawn on it so I felt rude speaking into it), and Fiona gave us the tour.  I was shocked; I had assumed that radio dramas were recorded in one place next to a microphone and that all the sound effects were added later.  What there actually was were a series of rooms, of varying size, one of which was totally padded with jagged sponge to make one sound as though they were far away.  There was a staircase that led to nowhere which had different types of material glued on so that the sounds of wood and carpet and metal could be made.  There was a props box (I had fun with the horn), a piano, even a set of doorbells all for the front doors of fictional houses, each with their own sound.

I had my camera with me but didn’t take too many photos because I felt that it would be a bit rude to shove my lens in people’s faces.  I regret that a little bit now. 

We met the cast, which was utterly surreal.  Amazingly, they managed to get an actress called Seainin to play me, and even more amazingly, Belfast once again yields to its tininess- Seainin is the cousin of one of my childhood best friends.  See, people may roll their eyes when an American asks an Irishman, “Do you know Kitty Murphy?  She lives in Galway”, but more often than not, the chances are that eventually one will say, “Oh! Kitty Murphy?  Is that Mary Murphy’s daughter?  She used to be called Mary Heenan?” “YES! That’s her!” and there will be much joy.

It was a relief, though, as absolutely nobody in the world can convincingly imitate a Belfast accent if they’re not from there.  I had imagined an English woman studying clips of Iain Paisley’s speeches and taking notes. 

That there’s an actress who’ll have a portrayal of me on her CV, and an actor with Rob on his, was also extremely surreal.  (They’re called Seainin Brennan and Joseph Kloska, if you’d like to google them, fact fans.  Rob was jealous of Joseph’s lovely hair). 

Before I left, Lou (the writer) handed me a little bag.  In it was a card and a gift, and the gift was a moleskine notebook, the kind that Proper Writers like Hemingway use.  I didn’t know what to say, I’m terrible at receiving gifts, but it was so lovely and it’s sitting next to me right now, respectfully empty.  I usually have one of those Chubb hardback notebooks that I carry around but it’s disposable so I just end up doodling in it.  This deserves proper writing, arch observations, little scraps of reality.  I want to buy a proper pen to go with it. 

It was fun, and everybody there was fantastic.  We joked around and had food and chatted and I felt involved and excited.  We spent the night in a hotel, an impossibly fancy thing for us, even though our view was burger shops in Birmingham.  We watched Stewart Lee and ill-advisedly necked two bottles of cheap wine, just because it seemed like the done thing in a hotel.  On the second day I was an hour and a half late due to an onset of near-fainting in the hotel lobby (not at all embarrassing, eh) and having to lie down again.  Even more embarrassingly, because I hadn’t slept long enough, I had a Seroquel hangover and am pretty sure I was slurring.  

The recording lasted a day and a half. It was so strange to be there while people acted out scenes from my life and received direction and knobs were fiddled (fnar).  I occasionally had to leave the room because there were things about my dad I couldn’t listen and there was some quite harrowing stuff I found painful.

I deliberately didn’t offer too much feedback to Lou’s script- firstly because it’s her play and not mine, secondly because she’s an incredibly talented writer and I am a blogger but thirdly because I am too close to it to be objective and I would pick apart everything for that reason, and it would never have been made. Although Lou was incredibly respectful of both me and the blog.   I kept a bit of a distance and didn’t realise until I was actually there how hardcore some of it would be.   I think it’s neccessarily hardcore, though.  If it was just a fluffy little play about ha-ha the mentals then it would be pointless.   

The dad stuff I found impossible to sit through but I’m glad it’s in there.  He is massively important to me, and I have written about him often.  The rest of my family don’t feature so much, but I did ask for them not to, as I didn’t want to piss anyone off, or invade anyone’s privacy.  Although now my sisters are sad they don’t get roles! 

Because of the way my dad lived, and died, I have always felt that I should tell people that just because he was an alcoholic, it doesn’t mean he was a Jeremy Kyle-ite abusive bad father.  He was just a lovely man destroyed by his drinking.  Media portrayals of alcoholics so often fall into the stereotypes of the fusty academic, the drowning housewife, the middle class man who drinks to cope with pressure, or the working class man who drinks and kicks the shit out of his wife.  My dad wasn’t like that, and neither are many of the others out there who succumbed like he did.  And it wasn’t his fault.  So I am thankful that he’s in there. 

It begins with my hospitalisation and diagnosis and goes from there, in the early stages of treatment and of this blog.   It doesn’t progress in a straight line, as it shouldn’t, because life doesn’t work that way.  It follows all the little things we deal with then; trying to accept the diagnosis, the medication and all its side effects, coping at work, coping with feeling as though we’re going mad, and with the knowledge that everybody can see it happening. 

It has lots of light, though, and we did get a “bollocks” in there.   A bollocks on Radio 4 in the afternoon!  It is about the blog as much as anything else and the inclusion of comments, which I was initially not very enthused about, works well and adds to the sense of a mentalist community (which we are, let’s be honest).  There are scenes interspersed with blog voiceovers.  The Insane Guide…features, hurrah!  I should write more Insane Guides.

The stuff between me and Rob is touching and bittersweet.  The Rob in it has a bit of Rob’s strangeness (I never know what Rob is going to say when he opens his mouth).  I hope that people do find it interesting and enlightening, although it can be challenging listening as it isn’t a sugar-coated portrayal of mental illness.  I’m glad about that, as bipolar disorder tends to be the one where someone is a bit depressed one day then writes some beautiful poems.  It does portray the cyclical, incapacitating and relentless nature as some people experience it.  The style its written in has some rapid, overlapping dialogue and music during the more manic times, which I think will be effective.  

It doesn’t cop out, either.  There is no tidy resolution where the protagonist is suddenly fine and trumpets blare and the world is put to rights.  Some might see that as fatalistic but it’s more so realistic.  All too often in portrayals of mental illness, the result is suicide or total recovery.  There is the dull middle ground; it goes on and on.

In short, it’s a well written, well acted play that I hope will make people think, and laugh, and empathise with and help demystify a tricky subject, and also maybe will further the whole, “People with mental illness are just people! Who’d have thunk it?” idea.  As with everything, some people won’t like it, some people will.  And Boy Cat and Girl Cat are in it, so it will be the best thing on Radio 4 in the history of Radio 4.  I have yet to hear it in its finished form so I’m as much in the dark as you as to how it will all sound.  It has some fantastic music in it, too.   I’m chuffed to be able to attempt to indoctrinate people with my tastes.  

It was a pretty weird experience.  Unrepeatable, and I’m so glad I’ve been involved, and that I was there.    I’m getting the CDs so will send them to my family.  My granny is dying to hear it.

Because I am paranoid, here is some clarification/context on a few things.

The characters of me and Rob are that- characters, which was the best way of doing it.  Whereas it’s strange that there is a me who is not me, it’s also for the best as I would be uncomfortable with someone too like me.  They are characters based upon me and Rob, rather than depictions of me and Rob.  But they are a lot of elements of us in there.

It’s based on the writing on the blog, and on being the writer thereof, with things added and things left out.  

It is enough of me, though, and enough of my life for anyone who knows me to recognise it.

It’s when I was just started this blog, and when I was both mentally at my most rapid-cycling (so the play has a lot of extreme shifts of mood), on one medication after another,  least able to cope and at the point where I was over-identifying with my illness, something inevitable in the process of acceptance.  It’s also when I was just beginning to learn how to manage myself, the illness and when my fury at having it at all was at its peak.  And it’s also when I was getting absolutely shoddy care and was in and out of jobs.  In short, I was a mess.  Therefore, I guess, when things were most dramatic. 

It’s also around the same time that I left Rob due to a combination of mania and a bout of clarity in that I realised the only way I was ever going to learn to live with myself was to live by myself.  (And it was also out of neccessity, I couldn’t pay the rent in our flat, so I needed to live alone and then I’d also have the choice to claim benefits when it became abundantly clear that I couldn’t work).   Rob was also looking after me.  It was out of love but also out of duty; the Crisis Team and psychiatrist had pretty much charged him with my care.  It was killing us and the dynamic of our relationship utterly shifted from boyfriend and girlfriend to carer and patient.  Although I loved Rob, I began to resent him for it and to hate myself.  

lot of dramatic license has been taken in terms of us, as I didn’t go into much detail about my breakup with Rob and our relationship on this blog.  It’s a bit of a love story.  The Rob in it is a kind of Mills and Boon version of him.   The stuff between us in the play is lovely, though.  If you were reading around then, you’d know that Rob was quite reluctant to get back together with me, and I was the one doing the asking rather than him.  He’s also not a fluffy person at all; Rob doesn’t take any crap from me.  

We did get back together and we manage far better than we did before.  The break up was a good thing, because I have learned how to live by myself, and have grown to prefer it.  I was glad it was explored in the play.  There is the classic case of “being a burden” and those who care for us being selfless, but what isn’t explored often is the resentment of dependency and hyper-vigilance that can wreck relationships.

There is a bit where I seem to be sneering at bedsits.  I don’t sneer at bedsits, I and most people my age in London have lived in them- the one in the script is a cross between one in Hornsey that was extortionate and one I moved into which was both extortionate with a broken window and a “kitchenette” that fell apart if you leaned on it. 

There’s also a tiny thing; the going to the ERC for a repeat prescription, which to some might seem odd.  It’s because at that time I was in between GPs, so the only way I could get medication was via the psychiatrist.  

And there are also some definitive sounding statements that I make about bipolar disorder-  you know I tend to come from a more medical and biological perspective in terms of how I view it, rather than a spiritual or sociological one.   It also mentions that you can’t cure bipolar disorder.  Some people may contest that but it is the medically accepted opinion, so that’s what I mean in the play.  I am expecting some hassle for that stuff.

The play mentions my dad, and my friend Brendan.  My dad died in 2006, my friend Brendan at the end of 2007.

It is odd for me, though, because it was almost two years ago and things have moved on.  I don’t self harm anymore, my mood swings are far less rapid and I have a fairly decent standard of care.  I’m not losing one job after another and my life meanders along fairly uneventfully.  In short, things are more stable, and even though I still get the huge kicks and drops in mood, I’m more able to cope with it.  And I’m a bit older and wiser and more equable.

Still, it’s all exciting!

While I was there, I did feel a bit uncomfortable that I was around people who knew so much about me, from everything to my tea preferences to the fact that I tried to kill myself.   I was curious as to what they might think about me because of it.  That’s my doing, since I write this blog and have been open about my experiences but I’m finding it increasingly difficult to be so open.   It does bother me that in some cases, the first thing people know about me is that I’m manic depressive and I often wonder, what do I seem to be from the outside?   Am I a wreck?  Am I pitied?  Are people afraid of me? Scornful?

I think, on the whole right now, I’d rather write this blog than not write it.  For all the abusive e-mails and comments, there are also the lovely e-mails and comments.  I find it therapeutic and cathartic.   I’ve made some friends and people say they find it helpful, and others have helped me,  so it is a Good Thing. 

There are things that I find it hard to discuss, though, and that I don’t.  Sometimes I read over the archives and am shocked at how much I’ve given away.  I’m not ashamed of having a mental illness, or of who I am, but occasionally I just think, “C’mon really?!” and want to hit, “Delete” and wave goodbye to this and become a hermit.   Sometimes the narcissistic aspect of it makes me feel ridiculous.  As does the fact people can google me.

Ah, bloggers’ dilemma, what can you do?

20 Responses

  1. Shall definitely listen out for it. Take care x

  2. As an avid Radio 4 listener I am equal parts envious of your experience and intrigued to hear the play when it airs. It sounds like an amazing experience; Im’ glad you had fun (despite the weirdness) and I hope it also reminded you of how far you’ve come in the relatively short time since your hosptialization and the other events dramatized here.

    I know I know you only from the internet but even at this remove your life has changed enormously yet sometimes imperceptibly, so it’s nice to have such an excuse to look at the big picture and appreciate how far you’ve come rather than always thinking about what’s left to sort out.

  3. Exciting stuff Seaneen, will try and remember to listen out for it.

    Love Sis xxx

  4. Seems like its been written very well Seaneen! I also think its really exciting too. Can’t wait to hear it! Do you know when it’ll be aired.

    I know I’ve been a bit of a bitch in the past but I do have alot of admiration for you, and what you stand for. Even though I have a different diagnosis I can relate to so much that you write here. Sometimes I read and I think WOW that is totally how I feel, and you have the talent to be able to express it through writing, which is something I don’t have. One of your recent posts about it being ok to be angry helped me so much. I was going to ask you if I’d be allowed to print it off and take it into therapy, but I wouldn’t do it without your permission. Its mainly because what you had written was and is pretty much exactly how I feel, I just find it hard to express that without seeming like a total bitch.

    Anyway, enough about me haha. I think its great that though this blog you’ve been able to show people what its really like having manic depression and its not sugar coated, and I’m sure the play will raise alot of awareness about “mentals” lol.

    Take care
    Helena x x

  5. “I don’t self harm anymore, my mood swings are far less rapid and I have a fairly decent standard of care. I’m not losing one job after another and my life meanders along fairly uneventfully. In short, things are more stable, and even though I still get the huge kicks and drops in mood, I’m more able to cope with it.”

    This is wonderful, both from the point of it being true, and from the point of view that you can see it.

    Two and a half years on, and you may still be ill, but you’ve made such progress, both with your health and your writing. This may sound incredibly patronizing, but I really do think you have an awful lot to be proud of.

    Sure, the progress of mental illness depends a lot on the medication you recieve and the support you are given, but I think it also takes a lot of will-power to go on the med-go-round and to put up with substandard healthcare, amoungst other things, and still manage to get up in the morning and do it again.

    I’ll be sure to listen in for your show (:

  6. Wow! What an amazing event! It’s pretty awesome having an actress playing you (or a character based on you) and you’re only 23 (I think)!
    When I was younger I would try and imagine someone portraying me on the tv. Only ever managed to picture a crime-watch reconstruction.
    Eagerly await the broadcast.
    K.x

  7. Interesting to hear about the production and your perception of it. Glad you have found it a positive experience, it could so easily have gone very wrong in any number of ways. I’m really looking forward to it.

  8. Woah! I’m so excited hon. Thanks for the full description of the experience in the Birmingham studio and your impressions and observations of the play. I’m so glad you feel you are making progress. That’s what it’s all about, after all. It’s not what we’re given, it’s what we’re able to do with it, I suppose, that counts in the end.

    Anyway I’ll be naturally glued to the radio come May 8. Love, Zoe

  9. Well for what it’s worth, I think a lot of us are glad that you keep blogging, I certainly am. It’s good to have someone out there who is telling the truth about mental health. Really looking forward to hearing the radio play as well!

  10. This is so exciting! I can’t wait to hear the play.

    You are an incredibly talented writer too.

    L x

  11. That’s fucking brilliant to have a play made up from your blog. I don’t think most people will take it as an autobiographical account of your exact life and times, as, hopefully, most people can appreciate it’s a play, a dramatic vehicle, and as such no one really should be giving you stick for views expressed within.

    Will definitely listen x

  12. So excited! Bollocks said on Radio 4, that alone is a reason to listen. Must be very surreal having your life portrayed by actors (resists urge to throw in pretentious comparison with “As You Like It”)

    Congrats anyway Ms Molloy, a well deserved achievement.

    Lola x

  13. I’m enormously impressed by how much nerve it must’ve taken to do this, from allowing the play to be written in the first place to being there for the recording. I’m looking forward to hearing it!

  14. I’m sure someone already asked this (I saw it, but can’t find it anywhere now), but can people outside the UK hear this?

  15. Very exciting. I have put it in my diary because I shall be at work and will need to go and sit in my car to listen to it.
    Even more exciting, because Radio 4 dramas (in comparison to the rest of its content) are too often a bit pants.

  16. I think you made some good points in your post.

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