BGM: The Rolling Stones - Paint It, Black
Recently, a friend of mine shared an interesting article with us, in the LINE group about autism. It tells a manga artist's sad memory about a teacher. Once, when the artist was a child, she drew a pic. But, the teacher scolded her because she drew pigs with yellow color. "There is NEVER any yellow pig! Pigs must be 'skin color' or pink!". Even though she has become an adult, she still keeps this little bit painful memory.
When I read this article, I remembered a great, popular poet in Germany Paul Celan, who once described milk as a black essence (in his "Todesfuge"). Of course, Paul Celan's case must be a tactic by an artist that enables us to imagine a certain miserable, traumatic memory about the Holocaust, and this manga artist's case describes an adult's old-fashioned bias... Certainly. But, important is, in my opinion, how to accept and express the things we feel/understand with our senses, even though that can be far from our common senses.
As an autistic person, with this strange brain, I usually (every day) express how I have accepted/understood by these senses. Probably, from your viewpoint, my opinions/expressions can be seen as completely strange things. I accept your possible claim toward/about mine, too... But, those kinds of strange expressions can also be from my honesty. In that kind of "alternative", "imaginary" world, pigs might be yellow, green, or blue. in that world, maybe pigs even fly in the air.
Also, as a philosophy learner or a "slacker" reader who just reads various books as their interest whispers, I remember an interesting concept "qualia" which suggests that the colors I have seen can be different from yours. I also think of a clear fact that each culture has its unique usage of expressing/representing colors (For example, in Japan we use "green" to express a certain "blueness".)
Now, in this era of "diversity", teachers must treat each student's unique senses as really precious, brilliant ones. The times are changing... then, how can my senses change? Can I become an adult? I guess... the excuses I have written above might tell you that I must have been just a brainy, too-spooky kid by nature!
