Call Out

Call Out is an interpretive piece. My own interpretation, and why I made it, was to stand for how everyone has trauma of some sort, but as the name suggests, it is a call-out. Growing up as a neurodivergent person, it wasn't as easy. Growing up in the school system of a small town when I was a little girl. I ended up being bullied not just by students, but by faculty and parents too. Not just verbal, but physical. I went into online school for ten years before I felt comfortable trying again for my senior year of high school, where I was overwhelmed a couple of times, mostly in classrooms from overwhelming stimuli, but I always remember one specific event when I was in a panic attack, and I was grabbed by a faculty member when I did not have control of my body, and the first thing she said was to get up. To walk. In the most humiliating, dehumanizing way, as if I was a pet or child misbehaving. It was a big thing for me. ​

But it wasn’t just me. It was several other students experiencing similar things as well that not everyone gets to see. In society, a lot of people immediately want to see and talk about imperfections in everything. You can be an all-A student but as soon as you get anything below an a its all anyone talks about. Just like these cups, despite being the same shape and size, a lot of your thoughts were probably going straight to wondering why they were different colors, why they have holes and cracks, why they are scattered, standing, tipped over, or upside down. I wanted to bring awareness to that.