As long as those distressed by mental health impairments are the ones defining themselves as distressed, and the attempts to help are provided on a basis where the intended recipients retain the right to decline, I promise not to launch any attacks on those help providers, wholesale or otherwise.
As soon as you start defining what you’re doing as “helping” and begin doing unto me things I don’t want done, you’re in a very different territory.
I don’t think you’re very crazy. You sound obsessed with your gender thing, but that’s about it. Maybe you just need more diverse areas of interest to occupy your time. I don’t mean to be dismissive, you could be totally nuts, but you just don’t sound that far over the edge.
But every societal change is brought on by a combination of individual people; every single one of them being a single one.
And society changes, drastically, all the time. The society I was born into is not remotely the one I’m living in now.
– there is generally no way to tell how much effect any given person is having. Just do the best you can. You may never know the results; but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any.
I have long since concluded that humans think in drastically different ways. Most just don’t realize it, and assume that everyone’s mind works like theirs does.
– I can’t remember whether I’ve used this analogy on these boards before:
Changing society is, very often, like somebody beating their head on a brick wall.
People go by and point out that all that’s happening is a sore head. The wall appears unmoved. The person beating on the wall either gives up eventually and goes away, or gets too many concussions and dies of it.
Eventually somebody else shows up and starts beating on the wall. Maybe this time there’s a few people; but the result is the same.
This goes on for years. Sometimes it goes on for generations. The wall appears to just be a fact of nature; always been there (never mind the evidence of those laid bricks), always going to be there, no sense whatsoever in banging on it.
Then one day somebody walks up to the wall and pushes on it; maybe doesn’t even push that hard. And the wall falls down.
(A few years after that, people may start denying that there was ever a wall there at all. Sometimes while still wading through the rubble.)