I have been different all my life. In a variety of ways. Psychiatry has a bunch of labels for these and these labels keep changing from time to time.
However, as I muddle deeper through life, I find that these labels are only characterized by deviance from the norms. These labels certainly have some value to provide help in the extreme cases where someone might harm themselves, harm others, or be stuck in life because of it. Not so in most other cases, whether pathological or psychological or both.
Norms just mean that a bulk of people cluster around and exhibit a particular type of behavior. It does not mean such behavior is right or valuable to all. It might be for that cohort of people at that point in time in some way. Being in the majority means only one thing, they are the majority in that “in-group”.
I have moved on to define myself proudly as “unnormal” - I have no other place to be. I am not vying to change myself to behave in a way to exhibit “normal” behavior in the same way that people in such norms are not vying to be like me.
What I abhor is being classified as a deviant. Considered abnormal rather than unnormal. Considered undesirable that I am not in their norm and that I don’t behave like others do. As if those are standards to meet.
Be yourself. Be “unnormal” in your own very way. Be your own “unnormal”
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