Outliers

There is a fine line between genius and mental illness. Many of our greatest contributors, i.e. Lincoln, Hemingway, Beethoven, Tolstoy, Newton, Dickens, John Nash….and the list goes on, had a mental illness at some point in their life. As a society we accept the idiosyncrasy of our friends and chalk it up to individuality. However, do we know what to do with those who could be called outliers…the geniuses, the very intelligent, the creative?

Very brilliant and/or creative people seem strange to ordinary people. Bullies target the intelligent on playgrounds across this nation. Many geniuses are lonely people in a world they see in a different way from ordinary people. Shunned because people do not understand their thought patterns. Therefore, they lead their lives in quiet desperation not being fully understood…not given their full measure. Some find the strain of living in an ordinary world a heavy burden and find a safer place…such as found in A Beautiful Mind.

Humans do not realize that they are all alone on some level. Then there are those when finding themselves alone feel insecure. There must be something wrong with them to be alone. The complexities of life haunt them. Outcast, not loved, not wanted. Pretenders…playing at life.

God gave me two beautiful children. Both are outliers and growing up with them was different. They had far surpassed my abilities by the time they were in the sixth grade. No, I am not smarter than a fifth grader. As a mom you know you cannot protect them from life, from bullies, from pain. The gift is precious and you realize they are not yours;they never were…your charge was to love, support, and release them to their life.

Having said all this, I would add, if you were/are given the gift of children, the same applies whether gifted, normal, disabled…autistic…each was sent as a gift to teach lessons of life. Let us marvel at the gifts we received.

 

 

 

Author: purpleborough

Thankful that I was given the honor of rearing two great children.

5 thoughts on “Outliers”

  1. My mom worked as a nurse in mental hospitals for forty some years. She started to work 1933. The treatment methods were certainly different then. Many patients that shouldn’t have been there in the first place.

    I don’t have children. It’s a personal choice.

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    1. Your mom had to be a very strong person to have worked those years in the worst of conditions for those patients. The stories recorded sounds horrific. She must have heart rending stories to share. Was this in Sweden?

      I respect every persons choice. My sister and 2 first cousins chose not to have children. My sister’s choice was very beneficial to my children. She was always there for them in ways I could not be.

      Thank you for your comment.

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      1. Yes, Sweden … She was a very strong-willed person and perhaps she also had an ability to distance herself from what was going on. I think so.

        A co-worker of mine once said to me that the instinct to reproduce was the strongest one with humans … implying that there was something wrong with me. Ha! It’s the one decision that I’ve never ever regretted.

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