Approximately 7 years ago, before I began working with a therapist, the speed at which I was loosing myself to absurdity increased exponentially. It seemed that I was being told I was crazy in a rather orchestrated manner. I began to think I was crazy. Was I crazy? I couldn’t be. I just couldn’t be.
Societal norms tend to suggest that a men are all powerful beings capable of ignoring both physical and psychological pain. The only problem with such convictions is that they are clearly debilitatingly false and dangerously life threatening. If you don't believe me, then conduct the following non-scientific, yet "common-sensey" experiment. Just ask a man, any man, if he would deliberately jump into a twenty foot deep, dark, inescapable, swampy pit filled with hundreds of starving fourteen-foot alligators.
