A while back I read a book called Flowers for Algernon (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flowers_for_Algernon if you aren't familiar) and it's one of those landmark novels that has the power to change your perception of the world.
One of the themes of the novel is that a mentally retarded person slowly gain cognitive functions up to the point where the retard savanté realizes that all his "friends" were actually people just having a laugh at his expense. He later realizes what folly his simple life has been and he gains greater aspirations and it just spirals from there.
So what's the point of this thread? Well, something I've asked myself is, imagine you lead Chris' sheltered, dysfunctional life, which has become somewhat of a comforting routine, but then one night you suddenly realize what your life has become; like unused cheese that has grown moldy in some forgotten corner of a refrigerator.
Do you think there is any reasonable way to recover from the life Chris leads, should you gain a somewhat "normal" perception of the world? I personally feel like if you accept some frame of normality the weight of all your previously life-choices would crush you relentlessly.
One of the themes of the novel is that a mentally retarded person slowly gain cognitive functions up to the point where the retard savanté realizes that all his "friends" were actually people just having a laugh at his expense. He later realizes what folly his simple life has been and he gains greater aspirations and it just spirals from there.
So what's the point of this thread? Well, something I've asked myself is, imagine you lead Chris' sheltered, dysfunctional life, which has become somewhat of a comforting routine, but then one night you suddenly realize what your life has become; like unused cheese that has grown moldy in some forgotten corner of a refrigerator.
Do you think there is any reasonable way to recover from the life Chris leads, should you gain a somewhat "normal" perception of the world? I personally feel like if you accept some frame of normality the weight of all your previously life-choices would crush you relentlessly.