I have other perversities. I am not the only parent swimming against the current. With macabre humor born of pain, we chuckle when our children are hospitalized-even jailed. My son's behavior is not a personality defect. A no-fault illness, it is basically a genetic and biochemical dysfunction.
Society defines it as maladaptive behavior, yet within the framework of the disease there is logic.
It's proper to pet and stroke them on our laps while watching TV, but when it takes place publicly, in an unusual context, neighbors summon the men in white jackets. He goes into a bank, seats himself at the desk of a vice president, expounds on the evil bond between banks and money and demands immediate changes in the system. Police suddenly appear in response to a silent alarm because, although there has been no threat of bodily harm or evidence of a weapon, this man is opposed to money and may be dangerous. He receives a citation for soliciting money in the street without a license. The police officer doesn't know that just an hour before, my saint had gone to an almost deserted street in the inner city and had strewn about all his small change because our religion recommends that the giver try to be anonymous to avoid shaming the poor.