I don’t feel “odd” I feel debilitated

My dad told me a month ago that “these days people can’t just be odd” after I was talking vaguely about my therapy.

I don’t feel odd. I feel debilitated. It’s not that I’m just a little weird, I literally feel overwhelmed, panicked and anxious all the time. I sometimes feel the world isn’t real, or my mind leaving my body. I have strange dreams and reoccurring nightmares. I know when people are bad even when they’re hiding it because then how are they any different from my mother? I’m not odd, I’m mentally ill.

If I could just be odd, I’d really take it. It would make it easier. It wouldn’t make it so debilitating to simply be. I wish he’d understand that. I wish for a lot of things.