Being an unperson is being treated as unable to make decisions. Unable to have opinions. Unable to want things.
Being an unperson is having people try to fix you. Having people try to make you human and whole.
Being an unperson is having people talk to a stereotype instead of you. It’s having people talk to your autism, or your depression or your Sad Feelings instead of you.
Being an unperson is people being convinced you have no internal motivation, and they must construct it for you, out of gummy bears and M and Ms.
Being an unperson is being treated as a problem to be fixed, behaviors to be modified, someone else’s woeful burden, someone else’s grand accomplishment.
Being an unperson is saying “I feel like this” and being told that no, you don’t.
Being an unperson is having no one look at you. Or having everyone stare at you as if you can’t see them.
Being an unperson is when people treat your life as a horror movie. When they say “imagine being this person” to make people cry and give them money.
Being an unperson is when you must learn to take perspective but you don’t have a perspective to take. When you must learn not to make others uncomfortable and to expand your comfort zone. When you are hurting people’s feelings by acting like you have feelings to hurt.
Being an unperson is having people ask the person next to you what you want to do.
Being an unperson is telling people about this, and instead of saying, “That’s awful. We should change that,” people say, “I never saw that happen.” People say, “No one saw that happen.” (It doesn’t count that you saw it happen; you are not a person.)