Transmentals

Many of us are living in the free world. Whatever that means. And there are many incentives to improve lives of sexual minorities. To the day it is obvious that there are many people out there who cannot accept the differents. So we are being educated that gay is ok, that transgender is ok. I can perfectly live with that and offer my help to the oppressed. But that really doesn’t solve the problem. We need an education that will provide inspiration and arguments that every single person in the world is a minority and should be accepted as valuable and unique.

That way we wouldn’t have to emphasize one particular minority and make it a trend. Transgender persons have rights. It is so trendy now to like, retweet, follow transgender persons and support their cause. We should do that of course, but NOT because they are different in a gendered way or sexual way, but because they are HUMANS, period.

We follow the trend because we are being emotionalized. Not because it is our decision. So let me ask you a question. Who can guarantee me the same compassion from others because I have a mental illness? The very same people who rightfully like posts and tweets of sexual/gender minorities treat me like I am some kind of freak. They are not being instructed by the media that mentally ill is ok. They feel uncomfortable when I decisively state that I have a mental disorder. They don’t know how to react, and that scares them a little bit. The fear of the unknown. The taboo. The image of lobotomized Jack Nicholson (One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest) or the killer, Michael Badalucco (Summer of Sam). Both doing no favor to mentally ill, depicting us like dangerous, out of control, well, lunatics. I wonder what would happen if a movie showed a transgender person as dangerous. Because they can be, like everybody else in this world.

Well, I’ve decided to consider myself as transmental. I choose to be. I was always a bit different, inside. I just see the world with special eyes. Different eyes, in a different context. And I couldn’t function to my full potential until I have decided to leave the claustrophobic closet and said. “I have a mental illness, so what?”. I’m not crazy, just different. So I transitioned myself from the false image and unnatural internal habitat to sincere and opened life I live now. I am transmental.

And you know what? People give me their strange looks when I talk about it. They have no concept. And some just react poorly. My words and arguments ricochet from such people. I am a weirdo to them. They don’t have to listen to me.They find a way to change the subject or simply walk away. Now, that’s just wrong.

Until I am accepted and treated as equal I know that those likes that go to trendy minorities (and they should) are just hypocrisy until those likes hit mentally ill as well.

Let me be transmental. Can I? Can you? Accept your illness, let it change you. Stop feeling bad for it, you are in enough trouble. Accept it. Embrace it. It is you. You are just different, not sick. Transition yourself to the other side. Transmentals. Go!

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