Saturday, 15 September 2012

People like me

One of the things about belonging to a minority - any minority - is that you tend not to see people like you, people you can identify with, in mainstream pop culture.

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When I was growing up there were no Aspie characters, or otherwise neurodiverse characters, on the TV shows I watched.  In fact, I can only recall ever seeing one disabled character of any sort: the girl from Degrassi Junior High who used a wheelchair.  Two if you count Harpo Marx's professional non-verbalness, which is kind of a stretch.

I also didn't know any other Aspies in real life.  So there wasn't really anyone I could look up to who was like me. Whose mind worked the way mine did, who stimmed like I did, who had problems with the things I had problems with, who understood.

So, without any people like me in my small sphere of childhood consciousness, I turned to strange places for role models.  Harpo, for instance.

Even these days I tend to identify with unexpected people.  While other women I know look up to Leigh Sales, Ronni Anconda or Kate Miller-Heidke, I'm kind of aspiring to be James May.

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