Raha's little epiphanies

একটা ডাস্টি পিংক বানি হুডি পরে ,একটু জ্ঞান দিতে আসলাম। ইংরেজিতে দিসি মানে ধরে রাখেন হয়তো ঠিকই হবে।

This scene broke me
when he knew that his own mind has betrayed him and it was never in his control💔

I feel sorry for Ed Gein because he was never properly diagnosed or treated for his mental illnesses, which might have changed the course of his life. Ed Gein, an American murderer and body snatcher active in the 1950s, was never officially diagnosed with a specific medical “disease” in the traditional sense, but he did suffer from severe mental disorders. Psychological evaluations determined that Gein had schizophrenia, a serious mental illness characterized by delusions, hallucinations, and disorganized thinking. He also showed signs of psychosis and grave personality distortions, likely stemming from his traumatic upbringing under a domineering, fanatically religious mother who isolated him and instilled in him a warped view of women and sin. After her death, Gein’s loneliness and mental instability worsened, leading him to engage in grave robbing and the creation of human-skin artifacts, acts he claimed were driven by hallucinations and a desire to “become” his mother. His “disease,” therefore, was primarily psychological—a combination of schizophrenia, psychosis, and deep emotional dependency, compounded by extreme social isolation and grief.

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Who was Ed gein??

-In the quiet towns of Wisconsin, Ed Gein’s name would become synonymous with horror. Born in 1906 to a domineering, religious mother and an alcoholic father, Ed’s childhood was steeped in fear and isolation. His mother preached that women were sinful, and after the deaths of his father and older brother, Ed lived alone with her until her own death in 1945. Left completely isolated, he turned inward, obsessing over death, graves, and the human body. By the 1950s, his fascination took a dark turn. He began digging up corpses from local cemeteries, crafting macabre trophies from their remains. His crimes escalated to murder, claiming at least two women, whose bodies he used to create grotesque household items: masks, clothing, and lampshades made from human skin. When authorities discovered his hidden world in 1957, the townspeople recoiled at the horror lurking behind the quiet, unassuming farmhouse. Diagnosed with schizophrenia, Ed spent the rest of his life in institutions, dying in 1984. Yet his chilling legacy lived on, inspiring some of horror fiction’s most notorious figures, from Norman Bates to Leatherface—proof that real-life evil can be as terrifying as any nightmare.

I just binged the story of Ed Gein, and I can’t stop thinking about it. Here’s the weird part: I feel… sorry for him.
It feels strange to admit. I know what he did was horrific, and there’s no excusing it. But learning about his childhood—the abuse, the isolation, the mental illness—makes me feel a twinge of sympathy. Not for his crimes, never for that. But for the person he was before he became the monster the world remembers.
I think it’s human to empathize, even in dark places. Feeling sorry for him doesn’t mean I condone what he did. It just means I recognize that people can be shaped by suffering, sometimes in terrifying ways. It’s a reminder that understanding someone doesn’t have to equal excusing them.
Does anyone else ever feel this way after learning about truly awful people?

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