Being Aware Doesn't Mean Ribbons

i'm annoyed today. luckily, i'm annoyed at something specific and logical. awareness. i googled awareness, and the first thing that popped up was cancer awareness. i scrolled to the second page, and saw an awareness blog for eating disorders. yay! i kept scrolling through pages. page 7? diabetic eye care awareness.... uhm? i gave up after ten pages because i knew it would never come. no one is going to give money to help those of us with mental disorders. i guess i'm somewhat of an anomaly. i like it when people know that i'm bi-polar. (that is the current consensus as to my mental dysfunction, but they could always change it...) my mother hates it when i tell people. i figure God made me this way, so why should i hide it? and above anything else, i want to speak out about how hard it is to be crazy (the term i will use to describe me and my compatriots because it is broad enough, and i get to say it because i'm me... but if you call me crazy you WILL get cut!!). we don't get a voice. us crazies get looked at, locked up, dismissed, and stigmatized. why is that? the general public crucifies anyone who even subconciously makes fun of someone with a mental disability (or whatever the new PC word is to call it) like asbergers or autism, but people can get away with calling me crazy? and beyond that, who even knows that may is mental health awareness month? I didn't even know! yes, cancer is bad and needs to be eradicated (although the conspiracy theorist in me says they're just screwing us over and already have the cure), but what about us crazy people? we have the ability to be contributing members of society, i promise you. yet once we get diagnosed it's hard to find jobs and healthcare. i am told to be tolerant of every religion, lifestyle choice, color, language, culture, gender, nongender, car, food, body shape, shoe size, muffin flavor, and math class, but no one ever told me to be tolerant of other peoples minds. everybody knows that when you see someone in a wheelchair, you better not make fun of them. but what do parents say to kids when they ask about the man in the park who talks to trees? "don't talk to him, honey, he's crazy and dangerous..." what happen when that kid grows up and can't go outside because he's afraid of poodles? or dirt? or something equally ridiculous to someone without a clue about mental disorders? then the nextdoor kid asks why that funny man never comes out of his house, maybe we should go visit him... "no,no, sweetie, he's dangerous..." meanwhile this 17 year old girl sits and wonders why no one cares about a disease that almost ruined her life. maybe i should become diabetic... atleast they get webpages...