A LOT of the times that people treated me like I was crazy was when I resisted oppression they had normalised. They saw me "making a fuss" about "nothing" and punished me with everything from judgemental looks to death threats. Often, I couldn't articulate why I was acting out. No one would have listened anyway.
But looking back, it's just so clear that in this society, and in my family, having instinctual reactions against things that feel off, that feel oppressive or that violate boundaries, was considered crazy and was punished.
Aurin (ki, ki, kis)