In defense of the hood-wearer
Sure, the unibomber, Dr. Doom, He-man bad guy, gargamel: all donners of the cloak.
Recently, a teacher friend of mine described his going behind students with hoods up and yanking them down. It’s not policy to yank down the hoods of children; shaming, scolding, dominating all at once. It is school policy, however, that hoods should not be worn on school premises. I mention this not solely to highlight and chastise the sadistic, semi-violent nature of his(my teacher-friend’s) methods — and the natural power struggle that exists in all teen/authority contexts: “hidden you are a threat to me; exposed you are known to be my inferior.” — but to convey a sense of the potential vulnerability experienced by the would-be exposed.
As a long time sufferer of sensory processing disorder (SPD) — formerly known as sensory integration dysfunction (SID); (also known as shady male hood-wearer as fuck (smhaf,)) — I know what it’s like to need to have the outside world turned down, sometimes literally (figuratively, still, actually) with the aid of earplugs, in order to keep my anxiety in check.
This is not a call to action. I don’t want society to take care of me or people like me. I would, however, like a base-level of space and respect given to those who might be more sensitive to weird chaos/might not be all dumb and desensitized like you normals* out there.
*they exist, I seen one once
I am writing this to myself, to sort through my feelings on this subject. In 25 years of feeling this way I’ve never really thought about it, nor addressed alternative ways of coping. As a place practically designed for (and even cultivating the propensity towards) the agoraphobic, The Internet can be both helpful and no help at all.
…more to say, probably.