“Contempt prior to investigation is what enslaves a mind to Ignorance.”
“Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions.
“Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.”
– frequently attributed to Albert Einstein, but this may, in fact, be false.
Safran’s first impressions of the girl were of a form shrouded in shadow; she named her Nyx, after the goddess of night. The name is more of a reflection on Safran, and the place she was in when she encountered Nyx, than it is on the character of Nyx herself.
The goddess Nyx, daughter of Khaos (Chaos, air), is an imposing, if little known figure in mythology. A quick purview of most texts on Greek or Roman (Nox) mythos grants little more than a few paragraphs, and most of that information is little better than a family tree. She is listed, however, as one of the first gods; Homer claims that Zeus himself feared her, and from Homer’s account of the matter, we gain the insight that her rage is roused at a threat to one of her many children. In this instance, the child was Hypnos (sleep), but Nyx also is reported to be the mother of the Fates, Furies, Thanatos (death), Hemera (day, dawn), among many other well and lesser known gods.
Nyx the character bears little to no similarity to her namesake. She does not spawn sleep, death, or any other form of destruction, but holds instead a steadfast fascination for life and its nurture. Still, for all the reader knows, Nyx might as well have come from chaos itself; Nyx is a “feral” child.
“Feral” children isn’t a term I particularly care for, hence the quotation marks. Certainly the phrasing implies that the child has grown without the care of society or cultural influence, and while this is true, it also infers the unpleasant image of a hirsute, scrambling, animalistic “raised by wolves” individual, who is only waiting for the right specialist to come along and reform the unfortunate “creature” into an “acceptable” human being. We, as “civilized” beings, seem to decry the idea that these people cannot be simply molded at whim into gross approximations of ourselves. After all, how can anyone know the true definition of happiness, if they have not experienced our version of happiness for themselves? Aren’t we doing them a favor?
I doubt it.
The depiction of feral children in fiction and film has often been dramatically removed from reality. It seems inevitable that the child, who is usually somehow lost or abandoned in the woods, only to be raised by some animal group or another (wolves, anyone?), will be stumbled across by some well-meaning companion who will strive for, and eventually secure, their assimilation into society. Few authors bother with that pesky “critical period” of language development, where any child not exposed to speech before the age of seven becomes increasingly unlikely to be able to string sentences together, especially in a grammatically correct or complex way. I prefer to believe that this is a result of the brain’s plasticity, or the ability of the human mind to shape itself to its best advantage for survival in any given environment. After all, if a human loses a finger, then the brain will eventually incorporate the space used for the mobility and sensations of that finger to add increased support for the other four fingers on that hand. So, when a child is not exposed to language within a reasonable time span, they use the brain space for other, more pressing, environmental concerns. Whatever the case, profoundly abused and neglected children, such as Genii, to name a famous example, display dramatically different results on tests of brain activity from those of normal children. How is a child, or even an adult in such a circumstance, to appear normal?
Should we even strive for that?
Hopefully, if one is a parent or mentor of a child that is different, either from mental illness, some cognitive “impairment”, or other disorder that may impact the ability to act in line with social norms, one attempts to do their best to ease the child’s struggles, to give them the best hope of a normal life, and to give them the tools to achieve happiness in spite of the fact that the child is unconventional.
At first, I didn’t understand Nyx at all. I tried to force her to be what she was not; I did not bother to see who she was as a person, or who she was meant to be. I’m ashamed to say that I bullied her, that I cajoled, and screamed, and begged, all in the name of turning her into something she was not, and will never be. I loved her in my own self-serving way; I told myself I wanted her to be whole, and “normal”. She could grow and change, all to fit my whims and needs. I did not think to embrace her strengths, or to offer her the nourishment to become the best version of herself. I tried to beat her into the shape that fit a common mold.
For a very long time, I missed a valuable lesson. Maybe it is a truth.
When I discovered that Nyx fit the label of “feral child” I sought more information on the topic. I was horrified to discover how they had been described, viewed, and designated throughout history; I was traumatized by their fates. The picture painted was far from rosy, even if humanity sometimes viewed them in a tragic romanticized haze. What galled me the most was the “scientific” view of the differences in brain activity. It was one thing to use feral children (“the forbidden experiment”) as an argument for nature vs. nurture, but quite another to argue that they were mentally deficient, either as a result of their circumstances or because they were plunged into said circumstances because their parents resented their handicaps in the first place (I say it’s a shoddy excuse for abuse or neglect, and the parents’ excuses unverifiable, and probably hogwash, at that). The implication placed in the tone and phrasing of these reports was that feral children were somehow less, simply because their talents and skills did not expand to the scope of linguistic skill. Yet few of the children in the videos and texts displayed a lack of intelligence; they seemed, to me, to learn at a remarkable rate. One child, purportedly, indicating a disdain for cooked food when it was placed in front of him, jumped in a nearby water supply, and caught his own supply, tool free, in less than five minutes. He offered to share. Some children displayed astounding climbing, running, and jumping abilities. In fact, most humans living in a first world country today would stand a scant chance of survival if placed in similar conditions to those that these children lived in before their discovery by neighboring townspeople. If you’re wondering, none of these children were adopted by animals, although they might have learned some skills by observing them. Does that strike you as lacking in intelligence?
What is intelligence anyway? I’ve yet to see a test that accurately measures intelligence. It seems, honestly, as if the tests measure how well we’ve adapted in an educational sense to a particular culture and society in relation to our age. There are other ways of viewing the world, of adapting to it, of interacting with it. Those of us who “fit in” may have difficulty understanding the perspectives and actions of those who are different from us, and comprehension becomes an even more demanding task when others cannot communicate with us in the way we are accustomed to.
All of us are a little bit different. Sometimes, if we are lucky, our differences are seen as skills rather than deficits. Can you imagine an environment or situation where schizophrenia, or Asperger’s, or any number of other supposed issues might be positive adaptations? Do you think there might be skills or thinking patterns associated with depression or other conditions that may actually be helpful in certain fields of study or activities? Or perhaps, aren’t there things that these people teach us, ways in which they make us better simply by existing and being themselves?
I no longer want to force Nyx into that mold. The way she sees the world is unique and beautiful. I refuse to propagate the idea that there is only one right way to be. Barring certain unsociable acts (e.g. murder), individuals, even cultures, who are different from us broaden our scope of thought and perception. They grant us new lenses from which to view the world, and enlighten us as to the variability, adaptability, and resilience of humanity, and in fact, life itself.