Cool thing I heard last night….
For weeks, I have been hearing an owl hooting. Just the one. Last night, in the distance, I heard an answer, and then some other type of owl language. See—sometimes, insomnia can be beautiful.
This morning, I heard the most pleasant sounding radio announcer, with the sweetest southern accent, make the the following comment – Normal people, doing stupid things. The story was about a primary school career day. A mom, who worked for a plastic surgeon brought in breast implants as a show-and-tell for the 2nd and 3rd graders.
The definition of normal—conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected.
Was that mother really normal, doing a stupid thing? Or simply a stupid person? Bringing breast implants to show grade school children, isn’t usual, typical, or expected. So—what made the announcer think the woman was normal?
I have scars on my skin. Most of them are covered by clothes or socks, but they weren’t created through normal circumstances. I also have scars within, the scars I try to hide, but when I do, I become self-destructive. Does that make me abnormal?
I believe I act normal, but, because I have a mental illness does that make me a candidate for the reject pile?
What about the person losing their hair in a big patch on the top of their head? Or a person who dyes the natural color of their hair to another? What about an amputee? An overzealous athlete?
I quickly researched a few definitions, we use on a regular basis, to describe people who suffer from any form of mental illness. Crazy, Nuts, Insane, were three I looked up. The most kind definition was insane—a state of mind that prevents normal perception, behavior, or social interaction.
I’m not offended by too much, and I’m definitely not offended if someone calls me crazy. Nuts doesn’t even bother me, but of the three words I researched, crazy was the only word which had a second description not related to mental illness. The second definition was extremely enthusiastic. Therefore, Crazy Cat Lady is a label I embrace. I’m pretty sure if someone called me insane, I would go nuts! (sorry, a little bad humor) 😐
Those labels are what we have used to stigmatize mental illness. It creates a lot of silent sufferers. A bunch of people who believe they are unworthy because they aren’t normal.
I’m normal, are you?