Definition: Hysteria
Hippocrates (5th century BC) is the first to use the term hysteria. Indeed he also believes that the cause of this disease lies in the movement of the uterus (“hysteron”) [2–4]. The Greek physician provides a good description of hysteria, which is clearly distinguished from epilepsy. He emphasizes the difference between the compulsive movements of epilepsy, caused by a disorder of the brain, and those of hysteria due to the abnormal movements of the uterus in the body. Then, he resumes the idea of a restless and migratory uterus and identifies the cause of the indisposition as poisonous stagnant humors which, due to an inadequate sexual life, have never been expelled. He asserts that a woman’s body is physiologically cold and wet and hence prone to putrefaction of the humors (as opposed to the dry and warm male body). For this reason, the uterus is prone to get sick, especially if it is deprived of the benefits arising from sex and procreation, which, widening a woman’s canals, promote the cleansing of the body. And he goes further; especially in virgins, widows, single, or sterile women, this “bad” uterus – since it is not satisfied – not only produces toxic fumes but also takes to wandering around the body, causing various kinds of disorders such as anxiety, sense of suffocation, tremors, sometimes even convulsions and paralysis. For this reason, he suggests that even widows and unmarried women should get married and live a satisfactory sexual life within the bounds of marriage [2–4].
Source: Tasca, Cecilia, et al. “Women and Hysteria in the History of Mental Health.” Clinical Practice and Epidemiology in Mental Health : CP & EMH, Bentham Open, 2012, www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3480686/.
Creative Exercise:
It all started the day after Mary Ann broke up with me. It felt mutual, at the time. But later I realized I had been dumped. Dumped at 14 — precocious! The next morning I woke up and nothing was the same. You see, I finally understood — girls were not all like I had been misled to believe. They were not always sweet, and laughing, and pretty, nor were they badass and seductive and calculating, like Shego. Most of the time, they’re mainly, well, hysterical. Case in point — Mary Ann couldn’t stop sniffling when she told me our chakras did not align, while we sat on the bleachers by the school’s tennis courts. The whole time she had her hands clasped her in front of her stomach, as if she was holding herself together, holding something in. I think that’s when I got my first clue. When we stood up to leave — me first and then her, because I was ready to move on — I saw it: her uterus, thumping like a rabid animal, just below the elastic band of her black gym shorts. When she saw me looking, she shifted her hands quickly to hide it. By the expression on her face, I knew that she knew that I knew — she let the crazy in her eyes show, for the first time, right then. A foul smell percolated in the air, a smell that I realized had been there all along, barely masked by her potent feminine wiles. She scuttled away, certainly driven by the erratic commands of that rogue organ, and started going around calling me all sorts of snide names — certainly, in an attempt to discredit me, for I knew her secret. The secret kept by all of them. Her reconnaissance efforts were in vain, however, because there was nothing that could be done at that point. The next day, I glimpsed the savage tyranny of the uteruses everywhere, shifting into view like chinks in armor — whenever the females laughed, through which you can also catch a hint of madness — but especially when they preened, for that is when they think they are being the most careful, the most discreet, and foolishly let the facade flicker. I thought long about how I should approach the matter. After all, it was no coincidence that I of all people had been shown. It was a power that came with great responsibility. It wasn’t until a week later, when we were well into the last month of ninth grade, that I knew what I had to do.