I try to remember not to fall into the pattern of behavior that is
automatic and habitual, remembering how different we all are, trying to
remember to be me. The me I have become not necessarily based out of
life's experiences and what was taught to me. For although life's
experiences teaches us lessons it also can teach us intolerance, hatred
and steadfast beliefs now outdated based in what our parents and
teachers as well as our environment , for better or for worse. The
majority of children naturally develop the first belief system as
mirrored by their parents, adolescence happens and healthy rebellion
usually takes place, with that an almost certainty to go against the
parents no matter how good intentioned or well balanced the lessons. For
example my mom was a amongst many things a cop- say no more- I was a
handful. Whether running away , shop lifting or hijacking my best
girlfriends parents truck and driving to know where it happened. It was
not as simple as to defy my mom, two sides, remember? The most amazing
part is when you see the two conjoin as one. I stole because I was
hungry, my mom an avid gambler- food was not the focal point. I suppose I
should say that is not a justification, but honestly I can't or won't.
One could assume "that girl is trouble, a real punk kid" many a parent I
am sure did feel that way, not letting their kids hang around me
believing I would steal from them. I would not nor did not ever steal
from people. Whereas on the other hand they could rest assured that
their child did not get busted for petty shoplifting and alas they
raised them right, all the while never knowing their kids stole from
their friends for kicks. So, who is right and who is wrong? When they
become adults, responsible for themselves would they continue to steal
out of pleasure or confidence in the abilities learned or realize that
need outdated and not necessary for survival?Working with people with mental disorders is already teaching and
refreshing my ideas a great deal. For example I learned that a
characteristic of a borderline personality is seeing things as black and
white only. I myself have displayed this trait many times until one day
grasping and learning how unrealistic and narrow it is, so limiting and
limiting you. The difference seems simple yet insurmountable. You
cannot change the way they think- although reasonably I know it has
happened. Than again it could have been a misdiagnosis derived from
environment and experiences the shrink may either not know or did not
grasp. All is fallible. Schizophrenia and schizo affective disorder is
all together different, characteristics of this are delusion,
hallucinations, voices in your head controlling you as well as extreme
paranoia and jumbled disorganized speech patterns. If I where to flip
the coin ( and this is always possible) Perhaps someone could be
experiencing a divine intervention, talking to god- communications we
are not ready to fathom. However this glamorous possibility is not a
realistic scenario. The schizophrenic commonly feels CIA FBI or other
abbreviations are following them, bugging them, filming them perhaps
growing inside of them, inescapable. Can you imagine all through history
and currently the judgments and misconceptions that have been placed on
them? You are possessed, a demon- hand in hand with the devil,
belittled, demonized and treated cruelly usually in the form of
religious zealotry, perhaps even you dear reader. How long will this
world choose to judge, see in black and white, never desiring to look
deeper- convinced their way is correct? Sadly it seems as long as the
world keeps revolving- some things will never change as long as people
continue to spew and breed racism, hate, and cruelty in the name of god.
To change the world would take a Herculean paradigm shift. The
blessing, astounding and beautiful is we have the power to begin to
change ourselves, the human animal. We are amazing and tragic. We can
choose. It is a power to not be corrupted any longer, it is inherent,
within all of us.The paradigm shift begins with tolerance, empathy and understanding of that which we do not and cannot begin to understand.
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