I’m tired of the narrative in which someone is born different- drastically different- from the people in their society, and get treated horribly for it, ignored and alienated at best and ridiculed and abused at worst, and then they manage to make their otherness into something tangibly beneficial for the people around them. And then they’re accepted and befriended and loved, and live happily ever after.
I hate this story. It sends this message that if you’re different and isolated and alone, you should try to accomplish something that will make people think you’re worthwhile. I watch and read these stories disliking that the different person accepts that conditional respect with such happiness. I’d like to read the story in which the different person does save everyone, because they’re not an asshole, but afterwards they leave.
They don’t accept the friendship of the people who neglected and abused them. They find somewhere else full of people who care about them even if what makes them different is sometimes hard to deal with, or strange for them. They find a place that accepts them and tells the people they loved with that it wasn’t okay to treat them like that and they don’t forgive them for it, and might not ever. And the narrative doesn’t treat them like pondscum for not being able to forgive. The narrative accepts that they have a right to their anger. I’d like to read that story.