Colouring books for adults are everywhere. Aswell as being a massive craze, with thousands flying off the shelves, colouring books have also become a contentious issue. They have now been blamed for the infantilisation of women, being anti-feminist, a futile exercise for the money rich, time full, unstressed female and most definitely not art therapy, thankyou very much.
All of this I find ridiculous and quite frankly offensive. It is belittling those people with genuine mental health difficulties. A lot of people obviously find that a little bit of colouring is a good way to block out some of the unstoppable blur that a mental health problem can cause inside your head. And what does it matter anyway? Does it matter if I choose to do some colouring one evening? Will it mean I’m no longer an independent women or an equal to my male partner?! No of course not, how flipping ridiculous. If I enjoy it, get some benefit from it and it’s not hurting anyone else then what does it matter? It doesn’t that’s the point. But these blog posts and articles that do criticise adult colouring books are hurting the people who are using them to help themselves get well.
I ❤️ colouring. There I said it. I like to flick through the patterns in my colouring book and choose which one to colour in. I like to pick out bright, happy colours. I like to not really think about what I’m doing and just colour. I’m often half watching the tv and half concentrating on staying in the lines. That means there is no room in my brain to think or worry about anything else. Have you got a colouring book? What do you do to switch off and put your mind at rest?