{"id":6581,"date":"2020-09-10T22:22:35","date_gmt":"2020-09-11T02:22:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/aderack.com\/journal\/?p=6581"},"modified":"2020-09-11T00:21:52","modified_gmt":"2020-09-11T04:21:52","slug":"revising-the-past","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/aderack.com\/journal\/2020\/09\/revising-the-past\/","title":{"rendered":"Revising the Past"},"content":{"rendered":"
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When I think of my childhood it’s basically just flat melancholy. So to engage with the pastel melancholy nostalgia of Steven Universe, it just\u00e2\u20ac\u201dwhoof. That wasn’t my life exactly, but in several emotional dynamics it feels so familiar\u00e2\u20ac\u201da past I recognize, yet with an optimism; a version where things can get better. The loneliness, the neglect, the emotionally unstable adults who act like needy little siblings to the children; the knowledge that you’re always doing everything wrong; the vague unprocessed dysphoria; very little sense of what’s normal or how to connect with others\u00e2\u20ac\u201dit’s all part of the radiation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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So many episodes of the show, at least tonally, emotionally, they paint this picture of scenarios that could have <\/em>been that way. They weren’t, and probably wouldn’t have been, but I understand them, almost remember them, in a way that I just don’t get from other stories. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’ve talked about this before: I don’t emotionally engage with stories. I approach media with this satellite view, where I study how the pieces fit together to communicate meaning and I think about the way it’s done, how clearly it says its thing and whether that’s interesting. I think a big part of that is, I don’t feel like most things that people have to say are really meant for me. I engage with them like an alien, appreciating them on the basis of all the other abstract patterns I’ve seen in the last 40 years. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

This show, for once something actually speaks my language. It communicates the way I communicate, prioritizes the things I find important, thinks and feels about things in a way I find intuitive, notices the details I notice, ignores the things I don’t care about, is queer and neurodiverse in ways that I never fully appreciated I was until decades after the harm was done. So many of the emotional consequences it shows to the scenarios it depicts, not only do I not see those, shown in that way, in other stories; they’re some of the truest, realist <\/em>shit to my experience, often beyond what I’ve been able to process or communicate on my own. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

To be able to reframe a neurodiverse, queer childhood and see it for what it is, and know that for all the universality of some experience it didn’t have to be as bad as it was… that’s a lot. The amount of healing it provides, just to see an alternate possible past, where for all the unavoidable problems one faces, unconditional love and acceptance are possible and reasonable to expect<\/em> from others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I get why people might not understand this series. It’s fucking weird. And it’s the only story I’ve met that more or less reflects my own perspective on the world. So, like. Other people, you get every other story that’s ever been told by anyone. I get this one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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