WE ALL KNOW SOMEONE
As a child I remembered words like “mentally retarded” being a perfectly ordinary way to describe another human being. No big deal was ever made about those “retards” that never went to school, because “who wanted them there” anyways. In those early years mental illness was an aberration that happened only to people who had done something wrong; like smoking or drinking while pregnant, or God was punishing them for the sins of their parents.
One day, when I was in high school, my mother attempted to commit suicide and my eyes were snatched open to a new type of mental “retardation” called depression. Depression was interesting, because pills could fix it, and no one ever had to know you had it. We found out later that my mother’s depression was the result of trauma, and pills could only hide the depression- not cure it. Over the…
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