I am ready to agree with you how drugs are not as bad as mental illness....but there is of course no compare in any of such things.... Often the two are intertwined, anyway (not in the case of my son, but is that a small fortune in the midst of a never ending pool of disorientation?). I have a passionate distaste of drugs, however, probably matching my loathing of autism, as a dark entity that may or may not have the one-so-disposed in its grip. (Not every one with autism is handicapped by it....sigh, I add this formally and routinely, but would rather trust my poetic, metaphysical writings need not always cover everybody's complex sensitivities.) It's the loss of freedom that gets me: how we give it away so casually; even in how autism is now in a pre-genetic stage basically because we are careless in who we love (super provocative statement based on personal observations only... but there will always be a head-preference over a heart-preference in matters concerning the autism spectrum).... Furthermore, mark my words, it's just a question of time before we have set autism in our DNA as if carved in stone. Our bodies being the temples they are, after all...
Your biographical anecdote is powerful, I can feel its tension (still) and it makes me wonder about the nutty karma we create for ourselve in our angst and frustration. Getting along in a Brotherhood of Man remains a hippie dream so far!
The hug works wonders!
Often thought about your last (unanswered) question to me about nourishing a child anthroposophically. It felt to me you are right on track in your own intuitive way. How is the little 'un flourishing? Any pressing thoughts regarding your general curiosity, or for specific tips just drop me a line, otherwise I wouldn't really know where to begin. In any case, I never left you "dangling". You know how my etheric field works!
RE: In Moments of Dark Despair