Life As A Non-Conformist
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Life As A Non-Conformist
1. Life As A Non-Conformist
Do you ever feel like you just don’t quite fit in? And more than that,
you don’t want to and you couldn’t even if you tried?
For context for this blog post, we (Mum, Dad, Me), moved from London to Northern Ireland
when I was about 7 years old.
One of the first things I experienced about Being Different; being at school with my hair
spiked up. Aged about 12. Everyone – I mean The Adults, parents, teachers – hated it. They
repeatedly told me to not wear my hair like that. I repeatedly ignored them. I LIKED IT! And it did
nothing to hinder my studies; I was one of the top students in my year. So bright that there were
talks to move me to a ‘better’ school. One day a teacher MADE me brush out my spikes. It hurt.
Bitch.
Then we moved. To a little fishing village. I remember when I first arrived there with my Dad, he
drove through the only crossroads in the village and standing there on one of the corners were
some punks.PUNKS! I got so excited. THESE people would be my friends! I was
determined. I instantly related to them. They were different. They weren’t AFRAID to be
different!
There began another level of NOT FITTING IN.
I was about 14 I went to a convent school. Religion everywhere. All day, every day. As the nuns
roamed the corridors and class rooms, I took the crucifix from my rosemary beads and hung it
upside down as an necklace. This was all happening in N.Ireland were I had already
experienced bombs going off in Londonderry and watched the riots on William Street.
The Army roamed the streets and there was a huge Catholic/Prodestant divide. I thought