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Normal
(adj.) Conforming to a standard; regular, typical or expected
(urban) A word inapplicable to human beings
(Florence) Round, smooth and bumpy like a cobbled street
Florence doesn't always see things the way other people do. She feels different.
When Florence meets Jasper, Andrew and Wilf she can't imagine they'd have much in common - with at least five mental health conditions between them, they all have very different reasons for being referred to Manor Lane Therapy Centre.
It's only when their therapist, Howard, goes missing that they find a common purpose. Worried by his disappearance and wanting answers, the four of them decide to track him down.
As they cross the country in a 'borrowed' van, asking each other Ultimate Questions and facing a series of challenges along the way, they start to reveal their true selves - and Florence realises there's more to all of them than just a diagnosis . . .
Maybe they're not so different after all?
184 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 12, 2018
'In her twelve weeks at Manor Lane she'd come a long way. Fortunately Jasper hadn't seen her when she first arrived. When she was switched off and just wanted to be left alone. At that point she didn't communicate, she rarely washed her hair or changed her clothes, she didn't taste the food that was put in front of her. What was the point?
Over the following weeks at Manor Lane things began to change. CBT, hours of conversations with Howard, enforced routine, yoga and meditation, meeting other people like herself, who didn't fit in and probably never would. They started to have an effect. She started feeling things again, remembering herself, wanting to join in more. She'd find herself talking, asking questions, wanting to know things. She sometimes even caught a glimpse of a feeling, an intense feeling like excitement, passion or joy, and it was like the sudden burst of a firework. A brief and unexpected flash of colour and life would quickly vanish and leave her wondering where it had come from and hoping it would come back. She was remembering who she was and the things she liked. She was slowly becoming a person again, but she wasn't fully formed and solid yet. She was an apparition, and sometimes she worried if she looked too hard she might vanish again.' (45%)
'On Jasper's second day at Manor Lane, Wilf had made a typically inappropriate comment about the calories in the chocolate bar Jasper was eating. Jasper countered it by pointing out that he wasn't actually anorexic. Instead he described himself as "a bit fussy" and said with what sounded like false bravado that he "functioned better on an empty stomach".
Florence soon figured out that Jasper's real problem was anxiety. He was running high on adrenaline, like a care being revved in neutral. Avoiding food was one of his ways of managing it. He'd got used to eating less and a habit had set in. Now eating would cause him to react as thought he was being confronted with a phobia.' (44%)
'"It's like, as soon as people know you've got problems it's all they see. They don't take the time to find out what you're really about."
"Yeah, I get that," Florence said. "People are either scared of talking to me or they're asking if I'm okay all the time, like I might just crack up in front of them. Even my own parents. No one treats me like a normal person any more. I can see it in their faces when they talk to me. They're thinking, you're that depressed girl. It's all they see."
"It's true. People have taken the piss out of me for years," Jasper said. "Guys aren't allowed to get anxious about stuff, are they? They're supposed to be tough. Man up and all that. Guys with eating disorders can't be taken seriously. They see an anxious guy with an eating disorder who takes drama and they either laugh at me or assume I'm gay."' (39-40%)
'"...What of he's ill, or depressed, or something?"
"Poor Howard," Jasper said.
"Hmm," Wilf screwed up his face. "I dunno. Howard's not the sort to be depressed or anything like that. He's sorted. He's got an answer for everything. He'd just psych himself back on the straight and narrow."
"I'm not so sure," Jasper said. "He told me once that he had depression and anxiety before he went to university. That's why he wanted to be a therapist."
"He told me the same," Florence said. "I always thought it was hard to imagine but no one's immune to it. You can't go by how people come across on the outside."' (12-13%)
'"And I'm coming to the conclusion that we're all surprisingly normal."
"You're right, you know. I never felt normal till I came to Manor Lane."
"Me too, but what about when we're not in Manor Lane?"
He shrugged. "I feel normal right now."
"Then maybe normal is just a state of mind?"
"Or maybe normal is everything and everything is normal?"
"You've totally just expanded on the definition of normal."
"I always thought it should be more inclusive."' (33%)
'"[Wilf] is your friend," Jasper said firmly. "We all are."
Andrew sniffed and wiped his nose on his sleeve. "Why don't you take me seriously then?"Wilf was pacing. "Oh, believe me, I take you very seriously, Andrew.""Not how I feel about things. You think that I'm autistic so that means I don't care about stuff but I do. All I've ever wanted is to have friends like everyone else. Friends I can trust not to laugh at me or treat me like I'm nothing."
Wilf looked like he was going to argue but Andrew continued.
"At school the only kind of friends I made were the sort who'd talk about a party and invite me but then give me the wrong address on purpose. Friends who'd do things to wind me up so they could watch me get in trouble. Friends who'd write swear words in my notes and change my name to Android in the school paper just before it got send to the printers."
Wilf made a noise like a snort then quickly cleared his throat.
Andrew stared at him angrily. "It's not funny. You think I'm just one big joke but it's not funny to me. You call me names and put me down but I'm not a robot. I do care. I spend a lot of time trying to understand people because I want them to like me. I don't want to annoy people or say the wrong thing. I really am trying, but I feel like I'm always failing or disappointing people. Why does no one ever try to understand me?"' (38-39%)
'A few years later she stared to realise she experienced [words] differently to other people. Sometimes they just made her feel something: pleasure, disgust, calm, intrigued. Sometimes they formed shapes, patterns, colours. Sometimes they were clear enough to form objects or scenes. Nouns were the most confusing because the words in her head didn't fit their definition. Brick was a fist. Flower looked like cotton wool. Paper was shiny. When you said things like that out loud you tended to get looked at strangely. There were sniggers in the classroom. People thought you were making it up. After a while Florence learned to keep her words to herself.' (34%)
'Andrew looked impatiently at Wilf. "Megan's not my girlfriend. She's gay."
Wilf's eyes widened. "Seriously? Wow, what a waste. Bad luck, mate."
"I'm sure her girlfriend doesn't think it's a waste and anyway, I don't see how it's bad luck. I don't want a girlfriend."
Wilf's eyes grew even wider. "You want a boyfriend?"
"No! I've told you before, I don't want that sort of relationship with anyone. I just want a friend."' (80%)