Monday 26 June 2017

Harry Potter, autism and me: Harry Potter 20th anniversary


Today marks the 20th anniversary of the release of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (or Sorcerer's Stone, if you're American), and the world is celebrating it. And rightly so. This series of books is one of the most popular, loved and powerful in the world.

"Harry Potter? But I thought this was an autism blog!" I hear you cry in confusion.

It is an autism blog. But for me, the two are intrinsically linked. So I'm going to give you the background and then elaborate. It's not perfectly polished and I suspect I've not thought of everything I want to say (I'd like to write a neater, better-structured, more polished article in future, one that's as comprehensive as possible, one I'm not trying to bash out in 3 or 4 hours, but this is the original for HarryPotter20 to get it out on time while it's still June 26th).

And I'm a proud Hufflepuff.


I was 16 and in Year 11 (that's 5th year, OWL year, in Potter-speak) when my schoolfriend Meng Yun first introduced me to the books because she thought I'd enjoy them. At this point only the first four were out (this was late 2000). I raced through PS and for Christmas that year Meng Yun gave me Chamber of Secrets, which I also devoured. It didn't take me long to get through Prisoner of Azkaban and then Goblet of Fire. And then I had to wait! Order of the Phoenix was released at midnight after my last A-Level exam (a 2 1/2-hour English Lit paper) so I went down (having persuaded my father to drive me) to the local WHSmith to pick it up - I was so eager to get it! There were only a few people there, and I only knew about it because a couple of people from school worked there. It took me about 8 hours to get through (I skim-read, as much as a dyslexic can skim-read (undiagnosed at the time)). It was a bit more hectic in 2005 when Half Blood Prince came out - again, I went down for the midnight release, which was a bit more bustling this time as it was actually advertised. Then, in 2007, the final instalment, Deathly Hallows, came out; I went down, again to WHSmith, with my friend Tammy, this time in costume, and met Aaron and Freyja (primary-school friends of mine and siblings; we're probably distantly related as we have the same surname and family from the same parts of the county) there. It was packed this time! When Tammy and I got back to my parents' we forced ourselves to go to bed and then spent most of the next day curled up in my bedroom with noses in our respective copies. And that was it, the entire story available, and there would be no more late-night book releases in costume. The end of an era in some respects.

Life happened. I never fell out of love with this amazing world, but other things and interests took up my time so I spent far less time in this world.

Then Cursed Child happened. I don't want to get into a debate here over whether or not we should accept it as canon, plot flaws, quibbles, etc because this post isn't about that. CC was released last July (2016) and this time my poor husband got dragged down in costume to the big Waterstone's in Exeter for a launch party (with all kinds of games, quizzes, etc,10pm-midnight, at which point the playscript in book format was released, if you'd pre-ordered). It was a lot of fun! So bang! I tumbled straight back into the world as hard and fast as before! Since then I've done the Harry Potter studio tour at Leavesden (went for my birthday), went to an exhibition in Newton Abbot (it's now on tour) of art from the new illustrated editions and even managed to go and see CC in the West End (with the original cast, no less; and I'm going again next month!) My poor husband isn't anywhere near as into HP as I am so he's having to put up with quite a lot!

Harry Potter, autism and me

Harry Potter has been a significant part of my world for half my life now. During that time I have written (and am still writing) quite a bit of HP fanfiction, dressed up and made some lifelong friends. Katharina, who I've mentioned before, is like a sister to me and one of my best friends, and we originally met through HP fanfic! One of the things I enjoy about fanfic is that it's an opportunity to explore the world and characters in it, maybe try to understand it and them better.

It's one of my Aspie special interests. Pretty much everyone who knows me will tell you I'm a rolling Harry Potter encyclopedia and I can talk about it for hours. And hours. And hours! (And maybe days...) Gideon and I once spent most of a drive from Exeter to Southampton (2 1/2 hours) discussing the complexities of Narcissa Malfoy, and there was still more we could have said.

JK Rowling's writing has always been very vivid, vibrant and visual, which works really well with my autistic, visually-wired brain. There are some books I've read where I couldn't visualise the characters, the world, etc very well, and that tends to put me off those books. I need to be able to visualise to fully enjoy a book or world.

Being autistic in a neurotypical-oriented world, especially being an undiagnosed and unidentified autistic in that world, meant that I was constantly the outsider, constantly confused by things that other people understood and were comfortable with, constantly uncomfortable and out-of-place in a world where others were comfortable, at home and fitted in. I didn't fit in, and there were social rules, concepts and expectations that people assumed I knew, so when I got it wrong it brought bafflement and scorn upon me. So Harry, particularly in PS, really resonated with me. He was the outsider, the one who didn't fit in, the one to whom things didn't make sense. Like me, he was bullied. He was in this world where he did not belong; so was I. He was different from everyone around him; so was I. We both knew this, yet neither of us understood why.

And then we were introduced to these entire worlds we'd known nothing about. For Harry, it was the wizarding world; for me, it was the autistic world. Suddenly the strange things that didn't make sense before, made sense and had an explanation - for Harry, it was odd occurrences like ending up on the school roof or the glass vanishing from the snake enclosure; for me it was sensory overloads, meltdowns, misunderstandings, being mocked and targeted because everyone (including myself) picked up that I was different. Harry found out he was a wizard; I found out I was autistic.

And then we realised that there was a world to which we belonged! That revelation is life-changing, it really is. There were explanations for why we were the way we were, there was a community to which we belonged, there was a world where things made sense for what felt like the first time ever. And we both embraced our respective worlds.

There was terminology to get our heads around, things we'd never come across before, new kinds of people, but they were part of that world and we absorbed them sponge-like (though I think it's safe to say I do a lot more reading and active research about a lot of aspects of my world than Harry does about his!)

There's the assumption from other people that because you're part of a community or a world, you know all the rules, conventions and so on, but that's not always the case. Magical folk assumed that because Harry was born into that world, he knew certain things that he didn't, because he grew up in the Muggle world (Voldemort, Hogwarts houses, currency, etc); I've had people assume that I know everything about autism (I wish! Though it's something I'm working on) because they've assumed I was diagnosed young (I was 28 when I was diagnosed) and grew up in that world. We've had to find our own way, and to an extent we're still doing that.

We've both discovered that the world to which we belong isn't perfect. Both worlds have bullies, presumptions, hierarchies, bigotry and an us-v-them mentality - for Harry, there is the pureblood-superiority attitude as demonstrated by people like the Malfoys (though the war does drastically change Draco's viewpoint on that particular subject, ultimately causing him to completely reject and abandon it); for me, I've encountered autistics who are convinced we're the master race and eminently superior to NTs, people who think that those of us who are classed as "high-functioning" aren't really autistic and thus don't belong in the community, and then there are the Autism Warrior Parents (AWPs). But we're both trying to improve our worlds, and work together with people on that.

It's not just Harry. I feel a real connection with Hermione (my LiveJournal - which I should really update at some point...! - is called Hermione's Hideout) because we have so much in common: a desire to learn EVERYTHING ABOUT EVERYTHING in our world, our academic ability and an enjoyment of it, perfectionist tendencies, overachiever, thought of as a bit odd by others, and determined and driven to forge our path in a way that makes a positive difference to the wider community.

There are marginalised characters in Harry's world, and I've always found myself drawn to them, especially Remus Lupin and Severus Snape. Like Lupin, I've been (and realistically still am in some ways - although I'm white and cisgender, I'm also bisexual, female, physically disabled and autistic) on the margins, shunned and pushed aside, considered lesser because of who and what I am - in JKR's world, werewolves are considered to be monsters, less than human, and there are so many people out there who consider autistics to be, if not monsters (though some do see us that way), at least less-than-human, not deserving of the same rights as NTs.

Like Snape, I was bullied by the popular kids because I was odd. I wouldn't be at all surprised if he has a history of self-harm etc. I didn't really have many friends when I was younger because most people wanted nothing to do with me, due to my oddness and social difficulties.

I love Luna! She's wacky, odd and very much dances to her own tune. She doesn't care what other people think about her - she's aware of it, although she doesn't often let on, but she generally doesn't let it bother her - and lives her life the way she wants to, whilst being as kind as possible to everyone. I very much try to take that approach these days; in some ways I wish I'd encountered her earlier because that might have made it a bit easier to metaphorically stick two fingers up to the people who made my life hell and I might have done it sooner, but ah well, it didn't work out that way. I got there in the end. I really hope young people, particularly autistics, follow her example.

Also, Harry Potter saved my life. Literally. Because I was an undiagnosed autistic, I was different (though I didn't at the time know why), everyone picked up on it and many of them made life hell for me because of it. They didn't know or understand why I was different from them - it didn't matter - only that I was, so they made my life hell. I was bullied throughout secondary school, mainly through snide comments and exclusion. There wasn't much physical bullying involved, just the occasional trip, elbow or shove in the corridor, or strategic kicks to the back of a chair or stool; it was much more in typical girl-bullying fashion. I might post in more detail another time, but the short story is that I was severely depressed for most of my time at secondary school. I started self-harming when I was 15 and was suicidal for quite a lot of Lower Sixth.

[As I said on a previous post, Liz Morris, Sarah Jones (family of mine), and Ann Libby and Sue Foster and any other friends of my parents, if you're reading this, please don't say anything to my parents about this because they to this day don't know about it, and I'd like to keep it that way.]

And this is where JK Rowling and her creation saved my life. I don't remember much of Lower 6th because I was so depressed, but I do remember being actively suicidal and there was a point where I was about to attempt suicide when a little voice in my head said, "But if you kill yourself now, you'll never find out what happens in the fifth Harry Potter book. Or the sixth or seventh books." That pulled me up short. I moved the blade just far enough away from my wrist. I thought about it again and the words echoed around my head. I can't remember if I then self-harmed instead of attempting suicide - I can't remember what I did; all I remember is those words and that I did not attempt suicide that night. Where those words came from, I can't be sure. I'm Catholic, so my view is that it was God. Readers of this blog who aren't Christian may well have different opinions. The important thing is that that voice stopped me and I didn't try to kill myself.

I feel like I've missed some things, but this is fairly long!

In summary, Harry Potter has been, and continues to be, massively significant and influential in my life. I've made some amazing, lifelong friends through this fictional world. I see parallels between Harry discovering the wizarding world and myself discovering the autistic world, finding out who and what we really are; I've found characters with whom I really identify and resonate; and it literally saved my life at one point.

Here's to the next 20 years and more of Harry!


  1. Holy... wow. I'm sorry, but just, wow. As an autistic woman with no official diagnosis, I have to thank you for putting into words some of my own feelings about this series.

    1. :) Thanks for your comment! I'm really glad it's not just me! Are you trying to obtain a diagnosis?