Last night was one of those great impromptu evenings that
involved a whole lot of wine, and some really great conversation. It was a kitchen-gathered meeting of
minds where we discussed home, politics, cockroaches and love. And I started to stew- somewhere
between the definition of tannins and the future of the arts in Canada- between
examining ourselves and what we’re looking for; what does the word Normal
really mean? In my bubble it seems
like a given that all my well-spoken and connected buds condemn the
ridiculousness of things like the Saskatchewan Film Tax Credit getting cut… and
laugh (read: cry) that somehow there seems to be a rationale to support this
move. But I’d be kidding myself to
think that others aren’t just as equally removed from my world, as I am from
theirs.
I think most people are imbued with an awareness of
“normalcy” right from the get-go, and it becomes just another word for the average,
and the usual. It’s what we grow
up with and what we deem as being the set standard, to which everything from
that point on (consciously or not) will be compared. So what happens when there is a dramatic shift of our self-perceptions,
or those of our surroundings? What
brings on these shifts, and more importantly how do we maintain a stable sense
of self and awareness throughout?
Here’s an example.
I was looking through old photos one day and noticed a recurring theme in
my snapshot-life a few years ago: I had no eyebrows. Let me explain… I had eyebrows, but they were plucked so
thin they were hardly visible. I
remember my partner at the time asking me once how often I plucked - and I told
him hardly at all. Just to pull
the stray hairs, really.
I had been doing it so long; my perception of this small personal norm had shifted. What I told him wasn’t a deliberate lie, or even fib to protect my fragile ego: I knew it to be the truth. But looking back at those photos actually frightened me because my perceived truth was so contrary to the actual truth. I’d been doing it so long I no longer had an outside eye or barometer to my experience.
I had been doing it so long; my perception of this small personal norm had shifted. What I told him wasn’t a deliberate lie, or even fib to protect my fragile ego: I knew it to be the truth. But looking back at those photos actually frightened me because my perceived truth was so contrary to the actual truth. I’d been doing it so long I no longer had an outside eye or barometer to my experience.
Throughout all of the appointments I’ve had with doctors and
physicians to talk about my missing period, I’ve been met with one overriding
and consistent theme: I am treated like a complete abnormal oddity. A seemingly healthy woman in her
mid-20’s should not have symptoms like these, and I’ve been met with many a
raised eyebrow and look of bafflement at my condition (similar to my bout with
high cholesterol… more on that in my entry on The Pill). Sure, there were varying degrees
of this response, but generally I left feeling like there was something
intrinsically wrong with me. And
since I was already struggling with thoughts like this of my own cultivation; believe
me I didn’t need a diagnosis to prove it.
But then-
I began seeing an acupuncturist.
She actually talked to me and heard my concerns; examined my history, my
sleep patterns and (yup) my tongue, then said with a clear smile and a complete
assurance that I was a “classic case”.
I mean really, could I have that in writing, please??? What a relief to hear a reaction that
didn’t include surprise and incredulity!
She said she would have me menstruating again (not fixed, or set right…
and this change in rhetoric made a world of difference) in three months.
Now I’m thinking about the bigger picture, and what this
kind of patterned thinking does in a much larger context. Getting stuck in ideals of what’s normal
or “right” is a really dangerous place to be because it’s really just a hop,
skip and a jump away from justifying narrow-mindedness. It seems that normality has moved away
from being a personal standard and has instead collected a whole slew of
negative connotations to go with it, associations that seem to allow room for
things like racism, bigotry and homophobia. Anything outside of one’s personal experience has moved from
being simply another choice, or another life- to something abnormal. And what is “proper” male and
female behavior, the “right” religion, the “healthiest” body-type, anyway? It should be a personal experience and
journey, instead of a collective one that’s set to a body-mass index chart.
The ideas of my norm are changing on a continued basis. What I want out of my life, from my
body, and in my relationships has swung a great deal from where I thought I
would be in my late 20’s. But this
is not only ok, it is normal (my
normal) in and of itself.
When I think of the people in my life l look up to the most, they are those
who are always re-evaluating their situation and what works, striving to be as
true to themselves as they can be.
Let me propose, as others have repeatedly in the past, that we commit to
celebrating diversity instead of condemning it. Instead of setting a bar to be reached, just leap- for
the sake of leaping. I think it’s selling the world pretty short to think
there’s only one type of (nuclear) family, one path to spirituality, or one
road to your own personal brand of happiness.
And just maybe, we could consider a slight change of
rhetoric on our own parts too.
There might be a time and a place that could benefit from replacing the
fight for equality, with a demand for diversity. A beautiful, celebratory demand. Because isn’t that what true acceptance is all about anyway?
Josephine
PS.
If you’re interested in acupuncture, I’ve added a link to
Six Degrees. They’re really rad.
Brilliant! I feel as though I've discovered a new brand of wine and want to another glass (or bottle)! Keep up the excellent prose and thought-provoking dialogue Josephine. I want more! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Cat! I'm sure interested in what you'd have to offer to this dialogue... we should really have that bottle of wine to talk it out someday :)
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