Justice Sensitivity in an Unjust World
Justice Sensitivity in an Unjust World
It’s tough and utterly difficult to express your opinions in a place where speaking out is seen as a crime, and justice is either delayed or denied. It’s more than just painful; it’s excruciating, especially for people like me who constantly face pushback simply because we think and feel differently. Our inability to fit in or adhere to the “normative standards” becomes a major challenge. And it is again something that we are blamed for, not those who made these standards in the first place.
Living in a setting devoid of justice and the rule of law, where power and money hold sway, is tragic
Throughout my life, I’ve been told I talk “too much”, I’m “too sensitive” about issues that do not concern me directly, and that I should keep my thoughts to myself to avoid getting into trouble. But my heart and mind never grasped this unfair notion.
What is the purpose of life if I’m forbidden to express myself?
Why should I sppress my opinions?
I vividly recall a time when I once posted on Facebook expressing my anger with how the privileged, upper class in my homeland continue to benefit from the legal system, facing no consequences even after taking human lives, while the poor continue to suffer, even when innocent. This led to my very own schoolmates and friends questioning my patriotism and beliefs. It hurt so much that I stopped sharing my thoughts altogether.
Justice sensitivity is a challenge when you’re helpless and speaking up can backfire. For most of us, the world seems like a place where wrongs prevail and standing up for what’s right feels impossible. That feeling of helplessness is beyond painful.
I’ll never forget the times when my neighbors run over four kittens, killing them with no remorse, and I can’t legally hold them accountable due to the lack of animal protection laws in Pakistan. They remain unapologetic and they continue their callous behavior. My mother and I persist, but the trauma of helplessness remains, it is a lingering pain.
I now understand why I find it hard to stay quiet about sensitive issues. If they’re indeed so sensitive, shouldn’t we be discussing them more openly?
My only wish is to bring a change for the less privileged, the oppressed, and the marginalized communities, no matter how hard it becomes for me to survive in return. This is particularly directed to the most misunderstood and stigmatized group in Pakistan, the neurodivergent community. It’s worth noting that the term “neurodivergent” doesn’t sit well with therapists in my country. Should you confront them about their improper practices and stigmatization, you’re suddenly seen as a threat to their businesses.
With unqualified people operating autism centers, children with autism, ADHD, and other neurodivergent conditions are treated as objects rather than human beings. The lack of education and awareness about neurodiversity in Pakistan is exploited, leading to the commercialization of ill practices in businesses. Parents continue to spend significant amounts of money, only to realize one day that they’ve been misled all along. What their children truly needed was love and acceptance, not a predetermined mold to fit into just to be loved.
What hurts me the most is that these children are being coerced into changing themselves to conform to a mold, simply because our society struggles to embrace diversity and change. I can’t predict how long I’ll keep dwelling on the lack of accountability in this country; after all, it’s been 25 years, and I’m still grappling with the harsh reality that problems persist while solutions face resistance. We have become desensitized to the problems. That’s what it is. But one thing I can surely say, is that I’ll persist in my pursuit of bringing positive change, no matter how long it takes.
About the Author
Ayesha is a Psychologist with a Masters degree in Clinical Psychology and a strong passion for shipwrecks, astronomy and history.
Labelled “oversensitive” all her life, it was only when she met Kind Theory that she finally realised how it wasn’t her who was the problem ,but the lack of acceptance for diversity in the world around her that was never ready to embrace her for who she was.
She always felt different, but misunderstood. From dealing with different diagnoses to finally realising how she was wired differently, she found solace.