My name is Ellen, and I have Alice in Wonderland Syndrome. No, that doesn’t mean I’m trapped in an insane world of Mad Hatters and grinning cats. Or that I’m friends with a white rabbit. It just means that now and again, parts of my body grow either very large or very small. I’m a giant who’s too big for my bed. Or a tiny person whose clothes are hanging off. At least, it feels that way.
Article: Violence is Best Addressed with Violence: The Alice in Wonderland Syndrome. - Freaky characters dominate our political scene. The abnormal is beginning to seem normal, when the best way to deal with violence is more violence.