You have done a huge disservice to Ohana in this article, minimizing the horrific traumas of her childhood and pointing fingers at social media as the problem. You also seem to put immense stock into Ablow, who had his license revoked and was known to be abusive and coercive to patients. He was a parasite to her, and you credit him with having helped her at all. This is awful, as someone who deeply, deeply loved the girl behind the music and the name I have cried endless hours over how her story is being treated. You should be ashamed.
Thank you for the comment. Without Dr. Ablow Ohana would never have recorded her EP. Nor would she have credited him with being immensely helpful to her, as she certainly did. I am unaware of any early trauma in her life. If you have evidence for this, I’d like to see it—truly. The article is a tribute to Ohana Haas’s courage in the Face ID devastating mental illness. Her family strove from the early onset of this illness to get Hannah the help she needed. Let me know the evidence you have for your remarks about her early trauma.
Again, thank you. I will follow up with Dr Ablow as to his response, although I will say that ketamine, despite being regarded as out-of-bounds for many years, is now widely used and readily accepted as a beneficial treatment for depression, etc. Many physicians have been vilified for being on the forefront of care only to be vindicated laters. I will also ask about the allegation of abuse by a martial arts instructor. If true, as you point out, that’s a crucial element to the story. I have no knowledge of this but am willing to be corrected and re-write the story to reflect this, if it is true.
I do find it odd that you presume I am acting in bad faith. I suppose this is understandable if you believe my depiction of Ohana is willfully in error. I assure you that’s not the case. As I told the story, my heart went out to her. The story’s intent is to celebrate her life and I think that’s abundantly clear by its tone.
This breaks my heart. While tragic, it’s also the perfect example of music’s power to heal.
IMHO, the world has it backward. Highly creative people aren’t prone to madness. They are simply so receptive to the external madness that surrounds them, that it becomes internalized. Creative outlets are simply a method by which they can expel the consumed madness. Not knowing or practicing a creative outlet results in self harm. How else to release the onslaught of continuous external madness (especially with social media)? In Ohana’s case-- music was the answer.
Society has taken the arts out of schools and toxic masculinity has ruled artistic expression as only for the weak. So our open-minded and open-hearted friends have nowhere else to turn but inward. And the self-destruction begins.
I think it’s also poignant to note that “Ohana” means “family” in Hawaiian. Ohana, herself, is perhaps a personified symptom of our human family’s state of disrepair. And a warning that our collective hearts may soon fail all together unless we create more, destroy less, and love others as we love ourselves.
You have done a huge disservice to Ohana in this article, minimizing the horrific traumas of her childhood and pointing fingers at social media as the problem. You also seem to put immense stock into Ablow, who had his license revoked and was known to be abusive and coercive to patients. He was a parasite to her, and you credit him with having helped her at all. This is awful, as someone who deeply, deeply loved the girl behind the music and the name I have cried endless hours over how her story is being treated. You should be ashamed.
Thank you for the comment. Without Dr. Ablow Ohana would never have recorded her EP. Nor would she have credited him with being immensely helpful to her, as she certainly did. I am unaware of any early trauma in her life. If you have evidence for this, I’d like to see it—truly. The article is a tribute to Ohana Haas’s courage in the Face ID devastating mental illness. Her family strove from the early onset of this illness to get Hannah the help she needed. Let me know the evidence you have for your remarks about her early trauma.
Again, thank you. I will follow up with Dr Ablow as to his response, although I will say that ketamine, despite being regarded as out-of-bounds for many years, is now widely used and readily accepted as a beneficial treatment for depression, etc. Many physicians have been vilified for being on the forefront of care only to be vindicated laters. I will also ask about the allegation of abuse by a martial arts instructor. If true, as you point out, that’s a crucial element to the story. I have no knowledge of this but am willing to be corrected and re-write the story to reflect this, if it is true.
I do find it odd that you presume I am acting in bad faith. I suppose this is understandable if you believe my depiction of Ohana is willfully in error. I assure you that’s not the case. As I told the story, my heart went out to her. The story’s intent is to celebrate her life and I think that’s abundantly clear by its tone.
This is well reasoned and fair. I will look into these aspects as you suggest.
This breaks my heart. While tragic, it’s also the perfect example of music’s power to heal.
IMHO, the world has it backward. Highly creative people aren’t prone to madness. They are simply so receptive to the external madness that surrounds them, that it becomes internalized. Creative outlets are simply a method by which they can expel the consumed madness. Not knowing or practicing a creative outlet results in self harm. How else to release the onslaught of continuous external madness (especially with social media)? In Ohana’s case-- music was the answer.
Society has taken the arts out of schools and toxic masculinity has ruled artistic expression as only for the weak. So our open-minded and open-hearted friends have nowhere else to turn but inward. And the self-destruction begins.
I think it’s also poignant to note that “Ohana” means “family” in Hawaiian. Ohana, herself, is perhaps a personified symptom of our human family’s state of disrepair. And a warning that our collective hearts may soon fail all together unless we create more, destroy less, and love others as we love ourselves.