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Megamind: Autism and  Head Canons

So as anyone who knows me is aware, I have many thoughts and feelings about Megamind. I grabbed onto this silly blue boy for numerous reasons I was actively and not actively aware of and through the small (but loyal) fandom I’m now in, I have learned so much about both myself though how and why we all fell for him.

I’ve seen head canons for Megamind being Autisticly Coded that I absolutely adore and agree with and I had a few extra thoughts on it.

Mainly on one of my daily frustrations that I often get annoyed at others for then annoyed at myself and guilty for being upset. A spiral of self-doubt and reminding myself that it’s okay and that they do care. Something that I’d gone my whole life not understanding and ruined so many early friendships.

I have a great memory for anything I care about.

Most autistic people do. This is facts about things I love and people. Conversations we’ve had. Things we talked about. If it stuck in, it’s there for ages. But not so for most others I’ve ever met. 

So I spend ages of my time reminding people and reminding them again. Telling them it’s okay, it wasn’t important. But it was and is and I cared about it. But it got so tiring to always remind, that I just gave up. I obviously cared more than them, or they’d have remembered too, right?

Now expand that ten-fold. Make it a memory that can recall since childhood. Since before you could talk. All the things you care about that you could remember and everyone around you forgets. You don’t know why they forgot nearly everything you cared about. Why they would lie about events you recall clearly. They must be lying after all. You’re little and you remember, so they must too, shouldn’t they?

Imagine being small and awkward and remembering so much. 

And being the only one who does.

I can feel poor little Megs, what he went through so much more intense than anything I suffered through. And even after he understood that humans just didn’t work like he did, that would still be such an annoyance. A frustration.

Easier to just not try and make friends. I know that’s what I did. Until I finally found people who understood. Who could bridge the gap that the trauma of childhood had left.

Roxanne being that bridge for him. Opening a door for a world of other people who even if they aren’t just like him, are similar enough. 

Megamind going to PRIDE. Meeting LGBTQ+ people who can finally show him that he’s more human than he thought. That he is a sort of normal. Meeting neurodivergent people and realizing he’s not that inhuman there either. Roxanne telling him about all the ways she never fit in either. How hard she always fought to blend in, to fake normal. How he gave her courage to be the freak she really was. While showing him he could be normal. 

This is why I love my blue boy. 

Autistic, Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Polyamourous.