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Family systems shape identity — sometimes through belonging, and sometimes through exclusion. This piece explores what it feels like to grow up not quite fitting into your wider family narrative. For many neurodivergent children — particularly those who are AuDHD like myself — being “quirky” or different can unintentionally place you outside unspoken expectations. When adult misunderstandings go unaddressed, children often inherit those narratives. Over time, those narratives can solidify into distance, labels, or long-held assumptions. The central pink stencil figure in this artwork represents visibility and difference — not as something wrong, but as something highlighted. The drips are intentional. They symbolise how identity can feel exposed when you are the one who stands out. This isn’t about blame. It’s about recognising how early environments shape confidence, voice and belonging. As adults, we have a responsibility to reflect on the narratives we create around children — espec...

You’re different, sweetie — and that’s okay. 💫 Not everyone will understand you. Not everyone is meant to. Access to you is a privilege. Stay kind. Stay real. Stay you. Sarah Wingfield ❤️  KawaiiDollDecora.uk #DifferentIsBeautiful #Neurodivergent #SelfWorth #KawaiiArt #YouAreEnough Alt text: Digital illustration of a blue-skinned, fantasy-style girl with pointed elf-like ears and shoulder-length purple and pink hair. She has red eyes with bold black eyeliner and small decorative markings beneath them, and wears a black choker and a black strapless top. The background is plain light grey. Handwritten black text at the top reads, “You’re different sweetie and that’s okay.” A small heart logo on the left says “Kawaii Doll Decora,” and “KawaiiDollDecora.uk” appears in pink text at the bottom right.

They Made Me Their Hobby – And I Survived Anyway I was always one of the “weird ones”, apparently. The strange girl, the alt kid, the one people didn’t quite understand but somehow couldn’t leave alone. I didn’t realise it at the time, but some people only know how to process difference by attacking it. And I was different. I didn’t shrink. I didn’t blend in. I existed — loudly, imperfectly, honestly. And that was apparently enough to make me a target. Back in the Bish Vegas days, when the goth scene had its own universe, I had hate tracks written about me. Actual songs. Imagine being a teenage girl with an alias — angelwings13 — and hearing that grown lads in the alt scene had used their “creativity” to slate you. I was shocked. My friends had to calm me down because I genuinely couldn’t believe that I was the muse for their bitterness. Of all the things they could write about, they chose a teenage girl just trying to survive. Their lyrics were vile — accusing me of STDs even though I...