Psych Labels

From David L. Rosenhan's Being Insane in Insane Places:

"A psychiatric label has a life and an influence of its own. Once the impression has been formed that the patient is schizophrenic, the expectation is that he will continue to be schizophrenic. When a sufficient amount of time has passed, during which the patient has done nothing bizarre, he is considered to be in remission and available for discharge. But the label endures beyond discharge, with the unconfirmed expectation that he will behave as a schizophrenic again. Such labels, conferred by mental health professionals, are as influential on the patient as they are on his relatives and friends, and it should not surprise anyone that the diagnosis acts on all of them as a self-fulfilling prophecy. Eventually, the patient himself accepts the diagnosis, with all of its surplus meanings and expectations, and behaves accordingly."

Now, hold on. I'm doing this God thing for fun.
And I had this voice in my head thing done to me. He can probably do it to you, too.
I suspect if I had never told the doctors my birthmother was schizophrenic, I may never have been so labelled. But I read somewhere that virtually anyone can be made to hear voice(s).
I'm not crazy; I'm supersane. And I'm Jesse.
I was originally diagnosed as bipolar. In the sense that I was normal, with elevation, and back, if there was ever that much variation. I don't chart my moods like that. I certainly don't remember any debilitating lows. I was just happy, basically.
But I had to be diagnosed as sick. I was just too happy, I guess.
Must have been irritating. I suspect that's what a mental illness diagnosis is really about.
Lithium was horrible. I am a telepath. And I deal with my voice in as sane a way as possible. I am no more a threat to myself or others than anybody else; probably much less so. Especially given what I've been through, and the daily hell of not having freedom to think what I want, with this jerk in my head.. Maybe you've got one in your head, too. Although, I have to say, the voice was fun for a long time. I should have control over my mental experience, though. David has been served his eviction notice. Should I go to court?
Life is unfair, they say. It's crazy, too.

Shouldn't reality be kind of a toy, to play with? Stay young at heart!