My younger brother Vinny didn’t buy it. “Bullshit,” he asserted with his usual diplomatic aplomb, “you’re as crazy as the rest of us.” I find it difficult to argue with that. However, the counselor’s words helped me to detach from what truly had been a “crazy house.”
No one got a pass. All were harmed. Some have been more oriented toward healing than others. We all walk our own paths at our own speed. In the end, we will all get there.