Am I Frankenstein’s monster?

Alfredo Di Palma | Senior Writer How does one contort to the world around oneself? As a neurodivergent man, I’ve come to ask myself this very question many times, sometimes without knowing I was asking.Neurodivergence is a spectrum, my experience is my own, and I in no way claim to have the definitive answer to this question. Nonetheless, I believe I’ve found an answer, or the semblance of one.During senior year of high school, I read Mary Shelley’s "Frankenstein." It was in the description of the contorted creature, Frankenstein’s monster, that I found myself. The words printed on the page were far more than a carefully chosen combination of letters given meaning: They were a mirror to who I was.I’d always had friends but never a good understanding of what they thought of me or how they thought about anything for that matter. When I was 8 years old, after moving for the first time in my life, a feeling of “otherness” started to creep into my heart.

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