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The Word We Didn't Use to Use

The Word We Didn't Use to Use

Not because the thing it describes didn't exist. Because the permission to name it didn't.

There is a word that appears in conversations now that would not have appeared five years ago. Not because the thing it describes didn't exist five years ago, but because the permission to name it didn't.

Burnout. Anxiety. Depression. These words have been moving from clinical contexts into daily conversation in Malaysia, slowly at first and now at a pace that suggests something has genuinely shifted in what people feel able to say.

The shift is most visible in certain places. The workplace conversation that goes slightly deeper than usual. The WhatsApp message that says I haven't been well, and where the response is something other than just rest more. The public figure who says they took a mental health break, without the evasion that would have surrounded that admission in an earlier era. The university counselling centre that has a waitlist.

What caused it is not one thing. The pandemic forced a global conversation about mental health by making the conditions for poor mental health unavoidable. Young Malaysians who had been exposed to the conversation through English-language media found language for things they had been experiencing but not naming. The corporate sector, responding partly to international standards and partly to genuine recognition that unwell employees are unproductive ones, began including mental health in benefit packages.

The traditional responses to these things — prayer, family, the instruction to be strong — have not disappeared. They coexist with the newer language, in the particular Malaysian way that things tend to coexist here. A person can talk to a therapist and also see a traditional healer and also increase their prayers and describe all three of these as part of how they are coping. The categories are not exclusive.

What has not kept pace with the conversation is the access. Therapy in Malaysia, private therapy, is not cheap. A session with a registered counsellor in a city costs RM150 to RM300. This is not accessible to the person earning RM1,800 a month, which is still a significant portion of the working population. The public mental health system exists but the waitlist is real and the stigma around the government hospital is also real.

The word is being used. This is not a small thing. For a generation that grew up in households where certain things were not spoken, being able to name what is happening is the beginning of being able to address it.

The gap between the conversation and the care is the next problem. It is a large gap.