“Conversations with God” author Neale Donald Walsche tweeted about good and bad in late 2015. At the time, it got me thinking about diversity. As you know, my perspective reframes the model of categorisation and representation, which most people associate with diversity. For me diversity is the synergy of our uniqueness and commonality.
I live in a society where having a significant or obvious physicuniqueworkal, sensory or intellectual disability and paid employment is something that is often seen as admirable or brave. However, for me, it is just what I do.
It’s perhaps not a surprise to anyone that knows me, that when I hear the phase “unique and common” my mind goes straight to the area of mental health.
At age 21 I was diagnosed with depression. Or, in official diagnostic language, a Major Depressive Episode. Or, in layman’s terms, “clinical depression”.
Once, when I was younger, I thought my name had been changed. I was always changing it anyway, almost every week I ended up naming myself after the latest music star, radio DJ – even after a member of the royal family, at one stage. But this name was different.
Most of the time, when we think of the world of TV, movies or fashion, we think of impossible beauty standards, mass-produced people who fit into a particular mold of looks that 99.9% of the rest of us simply don’t fit into to. But not model Madeline Stuart.