Our mermaid memories

When I was very young, I really loved Ariel (The Little Mermaid), I liked to think I was a mermaid, just in human form, so I learned to surface upwards—with my head down, to keep my nose clear of water—and then swing my hair back! I made a friend at the pool once, doing that, she said I looked like a mermaid!

We swam into the bend under the pool slide, where it echoed, and the water came up (and at night, the lights under the pool made it glow!), pretending we were mermaids and it was our secret grotto!

While I swam on my own in the pool, there were some other adventures, like this one time a bunch of boys and girls banded into teams to compete against each other. That day was a bit strange, because the girl’s team had a girl wearing the same not-quite-a-swimsuit as I was and her name was the same as mine! So I opted to go by another name (I picked the name of a mythological figure I read about while researching mermaids). The boys were led by this blond boy who kind of reminded me of a parrot, he had a name like Collin or Conner or something, I don’t even know if the girl’s team or the boy’s team won in the end…

I was content to keep these mermaid memories close to my heart, as mementos of a time I could more easily relate to my peers, before my awkward “strangeness” as an autistic person meant I was ignored by my peers and could no longer make new, close friends…

Without expcting it, I received a new memory! After a sad prayer where I asked to not be autistic anymore, despite the rare skills and blessings that came with the difficulties (especially after reading autistic adults rarely make friends after leaving school and finding it sadly true past my first year of college), towards the end of my internship, I made a friend!!

A friend with so much in common, who I could talk, walk, and eat with everyday, it made work feel so light and fun, it almost felt like cheating (is it really working if I have someone I can look forward to spending time with too?!), but I guess that’s what others have and take for granted!

Now, my new friend said to me that when she was little, she’d go to the water and ask if there were any mermaids out there, wanting one to be her friend…

Mermaid Prince (Ningyo Ouji) by Ozaki Kaori

Today, I read a three-chapter manga part of a collection of short stories/one-shots, called Mermaid Prince (note: this is not an error in translation, he is not a merman [except in the girl’s imagination in one shot], but simply a human boy who loves mermaids) and the story was very tender and unique—the story was set in Okinawa (the girl speaks in the dialect and the boy’s brother-in-law is also Okinawan!), love story was light and believable for the kids’ ages and it was just as much about them struggling with their changing home situations and family troubles, with a quest for a wish-granting, monstrous-looking mermaid as catalyst for change.

It’s a sweet and unique story, the one fantastic element surrounded by so much grounding itin reality, I had no idea how it would turn out for them (will the kids survive, will they find her, does she exist, is she good, evil, or is she so different that our concepts of good and evil not apply to her at all?).

The art is clean, simple, but beautifully evocative, that I can easily be swept up in the emotions of the story, I wanted to save how inspired I felt to draw seeing this artwork!!