From Stigma to Understanding: A Generational Journey of Acceptance

A hundred years ago, my great-grandfather’s younger brother spent his nights gazing at the stars. He wasn’t an astronomer—at least not by title. He was just a curious mind who found wonder in the night sky. But in those times, wonder was often mistaken for madness. His family, unable to comprehend his behavior, performed a ritual they believed would restore his mental faculties—squeezing lemons on his head. It sounds absurd now, even cruel, but such was the lack of understanding. What we now recognize as a love for astronomy was once considered a sign of mental instability. Fast forward a few decades. My father and grandfather were both left-handed. This, too, was seen as abnormal. They were beaten—forced to write and eat with their right hand, because society had no room for deviation from the norm. Left-handedness was not yet understood as a natural, biologically rooted trait. It took time—generations, in fact—for people to stop “correcting” it and simply accept it for what it is. ...