This review contains sustained discussion of suicidal ideation and its diverse causes. I will be speaking as the subject pertains to both the series and myself personally. I may risk spoiling elements of the plot for the sake of the discussion however I do not believe this work to be one dependent on any sort of surprise or lack of incoming knowledge. That said if you wish to avoid spoilers please read up to chapter 63. I went into this essay wanting to speak more about the complexities of autism and cptsd but those subjects are large and unwieldy so they are mentioned but not explored to my satisfaction Despite my belief that the series is ultimately hopeful I would say that Thats My Atypical Girl is primarily about the urge to die. Its about the circumstances that could make you want to die. Its about your childhood your parents your history with school your social webbing your physical health your home and the stability of your continued housing its about the very structure of your brain and its chemistry and how all these things can affect your urge to die. Its about how frequently you might think about dying. Its about how casually you can imagine dying. Its about how little you think of dying or how much. Its about hearing someone you love or depend on saying theyre worried about you. Its about hearing someone you love or depend on saying they want to die. Everything every moment is tinged with these thoughts. Its about how a lot of people live despite the constant urge to die. Its about the imperfect tools they use to stay alive. Its about the lovers and family and friends and disorders that tugs us in one direction or another. That was partially rhetorical flourishing for the sake of clarifying the heaviness that lurks in Atypical Girl but it was to hopefully impart the understanding that this series is not about answers. Yes the protagonist does have answers to questions from his partner but its clear these answers are temporary and that the questions will shift and warp in tone and in weight. The answers only exist as momentary objects. This sort of ideological refugeseeking can seem pessimistic out of context. In context it can seem desperate and overwhelming. For people who want to die constantly thousands of small embarrassing compromises will be made for the sake of living. Saitou Megumi the lead woman says her first thoughts of suicide began in primary school. Unlike her I do not have clear lines of demarcation for those kinds of thoughts but it cant be very distant from my nightmares I had around age 6 or 7. Saitou Megumi endured abuse at home and at school. Her abuse was rooted in her fathers inability to accommodate her developmental disorder and the cruelty he fostered to compensate for it. Her abuse at school was similar although it was inflamed by her own justified anger and her own justified violence. My home life was unstable but my father was loving. My autism was caught in the light of giftedness and encouraged as an asset. My father ensured my selfesteem was such that I honestly dont remember many people trying to bully me until middle school. By the time high school rolled around I developed a particularly acidic shittiness that kept people from trying to be too mean to me directly outside of those close to me and those I desired praise from. Im drawing these lines of difference to better explain that despite significantly different circumstances this is the first time Ive seen a character as preoccupied with dying as I was in a very particular sense. This preoccupation leads her to stalk a mangaka and show up at his doorstep. Yokoi Taku makes draws pornography to pay his rent and allow him time to write more serious works. The manga doesnt present him as a genius artist but he does fill his niches comfortably and the smallness of his career reflects the consciously small life he has cultivated. He has a parttime job where he is friendly with his coworkers but not especially close. He is polite to his family but tries to avoid them. His relationship with Megumi is built on the foundation of his conflict avoidance. He is an accommodater and she is demanding and unpredictable. A more conventional direction to take this narrative would be crueler more dismissive of these two as people. Their relationship is exceedingly fraught and complex. It would be very easy to call it unhealthy. It would be very easy to insist their codependence is something that shouldnt exist. This is where a conversation on the work gets complex. When you see a girl like Megumi do you think that institutional medicine will help her? Do you have faith that perhaps a change of doctors or facilities can overcome her previous experiences? Do you think that healthy love can spring from care taking? Do you think that if a person is sufficiently unstable it is morally wrong for them to pursue affection? Do you think that the comfort afforded by Yokoi is something worth risking such an imbalanced relationship? Should Yokoi allow himself to be needed in such a fundamental way? Does Megumi have an obligation to live? These questions are not even considering the added complexities of her violent impulses. It is so easy to diagnose facets of someones life but those are just facets. To ignore one plane of a shape is to distort it. I dont mean to say that humans are too complex to be scrutinized. However I think the medical compartmentalization of the various corners of someones life can be exceedingly dangerous in certain circumstances and conflating health and morality can be deadly. With Atypical Girl I find myself straddling arguments. I want to root for them and I want to watch Megumi heal. I find myself confused as to whether or not I am finding comfort in a toxic relationship. I find myself thinking about the woman I dated during what felt like a prolonged psychotic episode. We were both obsessive. She offered to pay my car off and got angry when I was uncomfortable. I got anxious one night and proposed. She was the first person I told about specific trauma. It wasnt because I trusted her. I wanted an impossible closeness so I tried to show all the scars and warping that came to mind. I wasnt on any medication yet. I wanted to die all the time and the spikes of joy our interactions provided me were very different from the sustained comfort shown in Atypical Girl. I was obviously not a very good partner. I am unsure of how to maintain an appropriate distance in romance even now. Should I allow myself? I dont know but it isnt something I want answered for me. Part of my draw to messy relationships in fiction is to interrogate what I can tolerate and what I wind up defending. I am compelled to defend Megumi and Yokois relationship because I know a couple of people like Megumi and Ive watched them and failed to ever help them. In some ways I am probably more like Yokoi but mostly because Ive had a support network. Megumis violence and her reactions to that violence overwhelm me. She thrashes about in situations where I just squirm. Her viciousness is set up as a litmus test for the reader. It is impulsive and often misdirected. Without the private look into her life that we are afforded it would be unlikely that much of anyone reading would sympathize. She draws up wells of hatred from so many directions that it is hard to anticipate what could upset her. She reminds me of a cousin that Ive cut out of my life. His anxiety produced violence towards strangers and weird shitty jokes to me. He was possessive of his partners and had a complex relationship with his mother. I dont know how to help him so I prioritized myself. He will occasionally reach out to me and I meet his outreach with silence and spend a large amount of time thinking about my decision. Part of why I root for Megumi certainly comes from my love for him and the bitterness of the situation. Part of why I root for her is her honesty. This honesty is the skeleton of the narrative. She is honest in her anger and in her panic. She is honest when she needs comfort in a way Ive seen countless people struggle to be. She asks for what she wants despite the anxiety of being a burden and that in some ways is enviable. This honesty is what paves the way for healing and a chance at genuine lasting change. I dont come away from Atypical Girl with answers to anybodys problems least of all mine. Rather I get a moment to admit to myself all of the pain is reasonable. I get to see someone want to die while they fall in love. I get to see the nervousness of someone caring for them. I get an assurance that some of those I accidentally pull into my orbit as I convince myself to stay alive are excited to see the changes Ive made over the years.