In the group that I co-facilitated, the topic of being different or, more accurately, being considered different and our definition of different came up for discussion.
The conversation that resulted was intense, insightful, and troubling all at the same time. I was left with a lot to consider but, most of all, a strong realization that we need to fix our definition of different.
Think about these examples for a minute.
Melissa Blake had to endure people telling her that she was too ugly to show her face online because she looked different! Here’s her response;
During the last round of trollgate, people said that I should be banned from posting photos of myself because I’m too ugly. So I’d just like to commemorate the occasion with these 3 selfies… 📸😉👋🏻
— Melissa Blake (@melissablake on Twitter) September 7, 2019
You can meet Melissa either on her Blog or via Melissa’s CNN article.
Or what about the plea that was written by the mother of Elizabeth, a little girl who faces daily prejudice because of society’s definition of different;
Open Letter To Everyone Who Makes Our Daughter’s Life More Difficult Than It Should Be
Monday 15th July 2019
To all those who make our daughter’s life more difficult than it should be.
To the parent who tried to remove my daughter from their child’s swimming lessons. To the mum who told me that children who look like my daughter would be locked away in her country. To the parents who watched their children refuse to hold my daughter’s hand and failed to intervene. To all adults who stare, double take, gawp day in, day out at our precious girl.
I understand children staring. I understand children being curious because my daughter looks so different to them. I understand that they want to know why she has no fingers, why she has no hair, why she only has one ear, why her body is a patchwork of skin grafts. I understand this is normal for a child to want to question the world around them and find out the reason for things.
What I do not understand is adults acting the way that they do around her.
Why would an adult say “at least she won’t have to wear a Halloween mask” or refuse to serve us at a supermarket till because she looked ‘scary’? Why would any adult think this is an acceptable way to behave?
The worst part is that my daughter will have to deal with this her whole life, every single day, in every room that she walks into. Perhaps when she is older the blatant and rude comments will cease, but the stares, double takes, pointing and whispers never will. I fool myself into thinking that she doesn’t notice, that she is too young to realise that she is different and because she is only five it doesn’t matter to her. But this pretence will not last long. She will notice, she will be affected by it and I am sure that the sheer weight of it will wear her down.
One day our daughter will go out in the world by herself and I will not be able to shield her from the realities of the world and from the people who think that her feelings don’t matter.
I learned early on that she will learn her reaction from me. If I challenge every person who points or whispers or grimaces, then she will. If I get angry or upset or aggressive, then so will she. And that is not the person I want her to be.
I wish I could explain this to the adults who treat her differently – that their children learn their responses from them. That if they judge people by how they look then so will their children. These parents don’t attempt to show their children that our daughter is a little girl just like them. They don’t say, “why don’t you ask her what her name is?” or “she looks about the same age as you, I wonder if she enjoys swimming as much as you do?”. Instead, their reaction is to remove this troubling difference from their children’s lives so that they do not risk them being upset or asking awkward questions.
But they are the ones missing out.
My daughter is an amazing, strong, funny, determined, happy, intelligent child. I have seen her have the most profound positive impact on people just by meeting them and sharing a few brief moments. People like Pete, her wig maker, who was immediately taken with her and offered to make wigs for her whole life, to Sophie Countess of Wessex who met her at the opening of the burns research centre at Queen Elizabeth Hospital. These are the people I want my children to grow up around. People who embrace our differences. People who see through them and realise that in fact we are all the same.
Liam & Sinead Soffe, parents of Elizabeth, aged 5 years old.
Elizabeth was six months old when she was burnt in a house fire and was left with extensive scarring covering much of her body. You can read more on the site, Changing Faces.
As you read this post, you may be thinking that I will suggest how we, as a society, need to be more accepting of people who don’t fall into “the norm” or median. And that we need to stop excluding and making stuff so difficult for everyone we define as different.
But, although those are excellent points, I think it’s time we go much farther on this topic. Those points were just a beginning to what needs to be done.
It’s time to walk some real talk!
First, to fix our definition of different, we need to own and clarify precisely what we mean by different.
Then we need to ask why the heck those things are even considered different and, most importantly, why different matters. Like, seriously, why does it matter?
And we need to stop kidding ourselves that we’re showing concern by calling out people’s differences. It’s just mean and rude.
For example, why is someone with considerably longer legs than the ‘average’ person considered more striking or beautiful, whereas someone with shorter legs may be defined as different or disabled?
Why is someone with a visible scar considered different when scaring is a healthy natural bodily reaction to healing? Everyone scars!
Can you imagine for a minute what it would be like to be afraid whenever you went outside because people always stared at you, talked to you differently, or said something horrible to you, just because of how you looked?
Most people wouldn’t argue that even in our so-called accepting culture, we have a long way to go in ensuring that everyone is afforded fundamental rights, like getting around, being fairly employed, and enjoying legally committed relationships.
So, what if every disability, scar, mark, sexual preference, gender identity, intelligence level, and even illness was just automatically accepted as part of being human?
No definition of difference or label is necessary.
And we, as members of our society, expect and demand that everyone in our community is accepted the same and afforded the same equal rights.
Maybe I’m dreaming, but I hope not.
Interesting topic and article. Although it’s much different than what these other folk have gone through, I’ve been “different” through a big part of my life. As a kid it was easy because being different fascinated a lot of people. As an adult, a lot of professional people act like I’m not there.
Being a different skin color is at the same time accepted and discounted. I’m never sure which way it’s going to go, so I have to be “me” depending on the situation. That can be tiring, and it used to be way more irksome than it is now. Age lets you care less about the discomfort of others.
You know it blows my mind that colour is considered different. Especially these days.
But yeah, we as a culture seem almost obsessed with anything “different” which unfortunately does say good things about our culture, does it?
I’m with you on the cats. Hard to believe a word like humane can be derived from our so often inhumane species.
Wow, I love that, what a perfect quote, I might use it! 🙂
Yes. I have a coon cat keeping me company at my computer at this moment. 🙂
When I was in my early 20’s, I was at a party where we were discussing just that topic. A woman from Europe (before immigrants started flooding in) said that in her small village, everyone had the same skin and hair color. Even then, with everyone looking much the same, people would find another person “different” because his/her nose was slightly larger.
That’s a truth I never forgot. It is, unfortunately, human nature to look for differences to make fun of. It’s one of the reasons I prefer the company of dogs. 😀
I hear ya, although my preferred company is my cats 🐱😂