To frame this in a bit of context for you, the woman writing this journal entry is Chicks (a childhood nickname) and she is writing about her sister Daphne who is in a mental asylum. Chicks aspires to normality, and an escape from a background to which she was deeply ashamed. Ashamed of growing up poor, ashamed of having an epileptic brother, ashamed of her class, ashamed of having a sister in a mental institution, ashamed of her clothes, ashamed of her father's railway job-ashamed ashamed ashamed!
Chicks has married a well to do man and they live in the suburbs where she and her husband now rub elbows with doctors, lawyers and other professionals and their well to do wives. Where there is well manicured lawns, BBQs, cocktail parties, playing children with cleanly clothes, PTA meetings, dinner at the dinner table etc, in other words normal. Men, women and children all performing roles long since outlined for them in middle class luxury or is it prison?
Daphne on the other hand sees through the pretense of society's everything, most importantly Daphne sees through the masquerade, that is the IDEA that normal exists. A vision that has often got men and particularly women committed to mental asylums at worst and the outskirts of society at the very least.
Chicks writes to Daphne of her wonderful normal life, about the cocktails with her doctor neighbor and his pretty wife. About her children's good grades, about her husband providing her with all the modern convinces. All the things Chicks had dreamed about, stressed over and bent over in every conceivable and inconceivable position to obtained in the final hope of an achieved normality/happiness.
It is this letter that Daphne returns to Chicks with the word Help repeatedly written on it. Daphne's clear vision sees that Chicks desired, dreamed about and sought after normal is not only a trap, it is a death trap. A necrosis that makes the lunatic asylum preferable, where Daphne can exist and even grow without society's requisite pressures to consume, obey and above all else, conform aka be normal.
When Daphne looked at Chicks what she saw was not unlike what we saw watching the Exorcist, when Reagan uses her own body as a cry for help.
This is the EXACT cry of HELP that screams from the bodies of trans female after trans female: