You Found a Poem By
Sam Petersen
Trigger warning: Negative sexual
language, verbally abusive
language, physical and mental
ableism.
‘Crazy’
When I first heard about it, I felt a
feeling of loss.
And shame, for feeling that loss.
That it’s wrong to say ‘crazy.’
That it’s wrong to say ‘stupid.’
‘Mad.’
‘Moron.’
‘Idiot.’
‘Fool.’
Anything degrading that refers to a
mental state.
‘Silly’, is kind of ok, but it’s a bit of a
gateway drug.
It’s important for us to reclaim our
words, but the majority of society
doesn’t understand yet.
I knew about the physical words
like, ‘spaz,’ ‘lame,’ and the R word,
‘retard.’ But I didn’t think further.
And I know many people do not
know it, so I give them the room.
But it hurts so much.
The subconscious revulsion.
How did I not see it?
It’s a shock now every time I hear
someone else use them.
I cannot not think about it now.
And anyone’s problem is
everyone’s problem.
This next bit only compounds the
problem.
I’m constantly driven up the wall by
people’s infantilism.
Infantilising is when people treat
other people as lower than
themselves.
But you know what is worse?
Sometimes people change when
they see me talking.
It’s quite eerie to see it happening.
Of course a part of me thinks, “Oh
yeah, take my smartness and
swivel on it.”
But that is quite rapey.
And I feel wrong too because I
believe saying a person is ‘smart’ is
just as bad, because it’s a seesaw
of the same thing.
And I think, “You arrogant!
Arrogant!! Shit!!!”
How dare you treat me differently.
You should not talk to anyone that
way.
It’s like a person in rags and then
he turns out to be rich.
The difference in attitudes is quite
marked.
Of course a rich person has
something to offer, just like a smart
person, but that is only under our
doomed system.
A person once said to me they start
talking low to people and work their
way up.
Good, but, I didn’t develop as fast growing up,
partly because of the world
infantilising me.
Talking low.
I can’t help but wonder how many
others with a mental disability have
been further mentally disabled by
infantilising treatment.
Institutions still exist.
It’s in the way people speak.
I have become so allergic to
infantilism that somebody said,
“Yay, crunchy leaves,” on a walk
and shuffled through them.
I thought, “Oh shit, here we go
again,” and my heart ached
because I wanted it to be real.
The simple delight.
But they were being real, really
enjoying it, and the leaves were
crunchy.
We learn best from each other.
And people are denying us that, by
not being real.
A person once said to me that
people born with a disability are
different to people who gained a
disability later in life.
Because the ones born with a
disability hadn’t learnt how to
behave. They hadn’t learned how to
be, quote unquote, ‘normal’.
To me, this was a gross
generalisation, but it did make me
think. That people with disabilities
aren’t the problem, people around
us are the problem.
I said to them, “What about me?”
They said, “You’re different.”
But I wasn’t in this case. I am really
fucked over by the infantilism too.
And that, plus constantly saying
there is something wrong with us,
people with mental disabilities, like,
“Don’t be an imbecile.”
“That’s absolutely bonkers.”
“I’m so cracked.”
“What a wacko.”
“You loon.”
“You nut job.”
“You psycho.”
“That was a bit daft.”
“What a twit.”
“Right royal numpty.”
“Totally insane.”
What to use instead?
Umm.
‘Does not compute,’ maybe?
‘Angry’ is fine, because it tends to
be accurate.
Someone said ‘bananas,’ but I feel
it’s just as bad.
‘This is wrong?’ Maybe?
But that is so binary.
I really like ‘wild’ and ‘gnarly.’
Oh, and ‘ridiculous.’
But really, it’s a new way of thinking.
I’ve been telling my support workers
not to say ‘crazy’ and so on, and the
other day one of them said how
freeing it is.
If you realise that the negative use
of ‘crazy’ is a social construct, you
are a lot more kind to your own
mental abilities.