It takes a certain baseline amount of social privilege to be able to not give a shit what the haters say. When society writ large decides to hate you (as is implied by the term “social pariah”), then suddenly what people think of you actually matters a lot.
True, I get heavy insults from people just for being sick around them. I don’t mean transmissible sickness. Like, the moment you are sick and can’t hide it, they expect you to quit your job and go die somewhere.
Having balls doesn’t stop society from ridiculing/deriding/scorning/stigmatizing/sanctioning me. Oh, if only growing a pair was all I needed to do.
As if being rejected by society is something I have control over! It takes a sociopathic narcissist to think “people can only hate me if I let them.”
It takes the aforementioned set of minerals to cease giving a flying fuck what those that have negative comment for showing your feelings have to say.
Society at large doesn’t ridicule for that, merely certain toxic subsets that should be rightfully shunned into nonexistence.
Become the change you want to see.
It takes a certain baseline amount of social privilege to be able to not give a shit what the haters say. When society writ large decides to hate you (as is implied by the term “social pariah”), then suddenly what people think of you actually matters a lot.
True, I get heavy insults from people just for being sick around them. I don’t mean transmissible sickness. Like, the moment you are sick and can’t hide it, they expect you to quit your job and go die somewhere.
Same thing applies with mental illness, including depression.
Especially depression.