I don't have a lot of time for the victim mentality, however charmingly restated. (I love Harry Potter and X-Men but still take them in small doses.) And the idea that it's abnormal to be super-anything is not congruent with my experience. I don't know anyone who isn't super-something.
Embracing the deep weirdness of reality and going from there seems much more effective -- and realistic. Notions of normalcy are hopelessly entwined in history and place, sealed with the invisible glue of social fear.
In other words, normalcy is unstable and profoundly irrational, even as we're desperate to hang onto and justify it.
Not very helpful for dealing with bodily meltdown, lasting pain, deep disruptions and the massive issues of powerlessness, poverty and loss that are shaking so many. It's too easy to feel like a victim and a freak.
I've been delving into the mythology of the Titans, creator gods (like Gaia, Rhea, Ouranos, Kronus) who gave rise to the later -- and nastier -- Olympians (like Jupiter, Mars, Hera, and all that crowd.) They deal with devastating changes, massive loss, pain, betrayal, mutilation, everything we face -- but not for one minute do they imagine that they are ordinary, held to small standards, ineffective or meaningless.
They move and think and act and feel as if it mattered, because it does; they are born to their extraordinariness and they own it, warts and all.
I want to reframe the stories we tell ourselves so that we start out being extraordinary -- not by accident or as oddities, but by right. Then the overwhelming tasks we face become merely heinously difficult, not completely beyond us.
We need not waste energy trying to conceal how much we can really bring to bear. We have better things to do.