About this submission
When I was only a child I started noticing people whispering behind my uncle’s back and sometimes mocking him. For a reason unknown to me at the time, they considered him different from them although he seemed fairly normal to me: or at least as normal as any human being can be. In truth, my uncle suffered from a cyclothymic disorder that kept him trapped in an endless cycle of great excitement and depression. Since then, I have kept asking myself if the demarcation between Sanity and Insanity is univocal and immutable or if it changes through time and culture.
In this interview, I asked my father to recall the salient moments of the relationship with his brother, analyzing what it meant for him growing up with and taking care of someone who suffered from mental illness. Their private story intertwines with Italy’s social and medical history: in fact, my uncle was institutionalized a decade before asylums were closed, an event that prompted a revolution in psychiatric treatment.