Contortions

It hit me today that our family goes through amazing contortions to acommodate someone who is pretty normally stricken with an illness that is rare, but not terribly odd.
My mother talks to me on the cell phone in her car outside the house not to stir up trouble with those within it.
And I think maybe that's the issue. It's not just the one with the illness, it's the ones who aren't quite 'there' yet in understanding or computing the illness - we're not wholly together on how to go about treating this difference of behavior and life-understanding that is within our family, and so the family contorts strangely, not to acommodate the one with the illness but rather the reactions to it of the rest of us!
Because, honestly, if we all just took an accepting, calm, stable, and reasonable approach of living our lives and loving each other and being around one another and not let anything get in the way of that, while also allowing that she may not want to join in and being ok with it... I think everything would be fine.