“Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed. Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders.”
Today we talk about what is normal. What a ridiculous question and the answer more so. What is normal in your life maybe not normal in mine. Shared realities but a Universe apart for us all. A might Oak “breathes” Carbon Dioxide and expels Oxygen, perfectly normal for a tree but completely alien to us as sentient beings.
So how do we gauge what is normal in our own lives without a bench mark. Quite simply what is normal?
The only thing that immediately comes to mind that is normal is love. We all experience it. It is not self seeking, it does not destroy, it is not selfish, it has no hidden agenda, it is given with the promise of no return nor expected, it supports life and not death. There are only positives with no negatives.
So one could argue that anything that does not support love is not normal. Actions taken that hurts ourselves or others, poverty, genocide, torture are not normal. Experiencing such emotions as a result of are also not normal. Police Officers deal with events that are not normal. A victim assaulted, a suicide, a driver decapitated, a child literally sharing his cot with dog shit. You know the list, it it endless. Not only endless it is relentless.
So what you have to deal with on a daily basis, that becomes a yearly basis is not normal. And so for you it becomes the norm. That is a whole world apart from what you expereicne being normal.
It becomes the norm so you can process logically something that you shouldn’t be witnessing. It becomes the norm so you can function on a daily basis. For everyone else it has also become the norm. Indeed it has become the norm for your supervisor and there supervisor.
So when it simply gets too much. When your head is quite happy to tell you this is normal, but your heart is getting blacker and blacker something has to give. If fact it does not give it snaps. And the irony is that because your supervisors see it as the norm, when you do snap you are actually viewed as abnormal. That inner voice telling you that it isn’t right, that you shouldn’t be feeling the way you do is treated as a weakness. And so the stigma of mental illness is perpetuated.
Whether you put the caps on the tops of aerosol tins on a mundane production line whilst wishing your life away as slowly as the clouds that blow eastward across your head; or a police officer trying to comfort a mother trapped in a car by her legs in a road traffic collision whilst you hold onto her young child as he slowly dies in your arms, remind yourself that this is not normal.