Mutant and Proud


I’m still basking in the glory of what was the wonderfulness of the new X-Men movie.  I know only cursory history of the X-Men from the comics.  I was not a huge X-Men geek.  I have always and forever had my heart taken away by John Constantine in Hellblazer.

However, as someone on the spectrum, I completely relate to and am completely enamoured of the idea that mutation in all of its forms is the wave of the future and that like it or not and neurotypicals be damned, we are coming and we are here. We are aware and we are no longer hiding.

So, the main gist of the movie is to give us a little more insight into the background of Magneto and why he is so evil.  It helps us to empathize with his position that it is an “us” and “them” mentality that the world has. We must adapt and make a niche for ourselves.

It also gives us some amazing background on the character of Mystique.  Who knew that she was ****spoiler alert**** the adopted sister of Professor X?  Like I said, I am not an X-Men comic connoseiur.  I was extremely interested to learn about the origins of the X-Men Academy.  It was fantastic!

So, we need to point out the main theme of the movie.  Mutant and Proud.  It’s long held in the Asperger’s community that AS is the next step in evolution. The next step up in intelligence and focus.

I was so deeply touched by the ideas that were put forth.  Should we hide our difference to fit in and be accepted?  Should we wave it around like a flag and risk rejection?  Should we make it more acceptable and more easily tolerated by others who do not understand it?  Should we dismiss it completely and ignore it?

In my younger days I tried very hard to fit in and be like everyone else.  It never really worked and then I was miserable.  The only time I was happy was when I was reading, writing, or sitting in a bar listening to bands.  In my young adult years, I listened to some idiot tell me that something was wrong with the way I felt, the way I thought, and the way I did things.  I was still miserable and stopped doing the things that did make me happy.

Now that I’m 42, I don’t care.  I’m so obviously not the same, that I can’t hide it.  From the purple streaks in my hair to the way that I assess facts and put them into palatable patterns.  It’s just the way that it is.  However, at this time in my life, I have learned what is important and what makes me happy.  I have learned that the people that are critical of me, are not worth my time and I have learned who my true friends are.

I have learned who I am and not to be ashamed of it.  I have learned why my opinions are the way that they are that I should stick to them and be proud of them.  I have learned that I am worthwhile and I matter.  I am just as valid as anyone else.

So, the messages of the movies are these.  That those of us who are different have the ability to scare others because of our talents, etc.  Whaat we do with that knowledge shapes how we relate to the cookie cutter people.  I know that sounds confrontational.  But it’s reality.  Those of us who are different have to make a conscious decision about how to temper ourselves to be accepted. On the other hand, we also have to make that decision about how much we care about that acceptance.

The message also is that people who are different can contribute to the world just like everyone else….the difference being that in the world of X-Men, people who are different have to make a choice to be good or evil.  I suppose that everyone must make this decision just not in such absolute terms.   It is important to note that our contributions are occasionally more substantial because of the way that our brains put information together and interpret it.

I was in love with these themes.  Hide our differences or not?  Be recognised for our differences and demand that the world adapt, or move quietly in the background like Hank?  Contribute to the betterment of mankind in general realising that we are all people? Or forsake humanity for their stupidity and work to constantly remind them of that stupidity?

The choices are all ours.  We must all work together.  At some point we will need the help of someone who does not think the way that we do and we will have to be led through some system of social workings by that person.  That’s reality.  We

I walked away wishing that everyone who was different would walk away from life knowing that there is something about them that is wonderful and worthwhile.  It may not be today.  And we must all realise that we make our own destinites and that we are the only ones who can determine how we feel and how we deal with those feelings.

So, I also walked away wishing that our kids did not have to go through the same pain that we lived through to get to the same place.  In reality, I feel that I went through it, my son shouldn’t have to.  But here he is.  Going through hell for the same ends seems like a  lot of extra trouble for nothing.  I tried to give him the tools tha the would need to get through life with a measure of confidence that I was never allowed to have.

We can give our children the message that it is truly okay to be different.  However, the world doesn’t truly support this difference.  Sigh…I’m appalled that humankind hasn’t evolved anymore than that. And thank goodness that I have.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Andrew Templin
    Jun 12, 2011 @ 15:10:10

    I don’t thinks Magneto *is* evil; his methods might be, but the problem is that he is convinced that it was only a matter of time before the normals came to obliterate the mutants, so why wait for them to make the first move?

    When you are convinced, totally, that the other person is going to hit you… most people would opt to hit first. Sadly, his logic is inescapable when viewed through that lens.

    Even more telling was, at various points in the comics – especially when the sentinels were unleashed – many of the characters admitted Magneto was not entirely wrong.

    As to applying this to real life… well, in my opinion, it’s up to you what you show to the world. I’ve decided I can’t hide who I am, and the key is to learn that those that care don’t matter, and those that matter don’t care – but not to be hostile or combative about it. I’m still working on that.

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