So, what am I? Am I abnormal? Or even sub-normal?
I’ve been thinking about this a lot, in relation to how I relate and compare myself to others. Clearly my self-esteem is incredibly low, because I have this disability: my functioning is less than others. I hate myself because of this. I hate who I am but I tolerate life because my children love me. I live for them – they make me happy beyond words.
But, by this logic, functioning on a lower level than others means I am sub normal.
Or am I twisting logic?
Hitler thought “Untermenschen“, ie the subnormal, should be out of sight (or even out of life altogether).