How Geek Culture Gave Me Back My Voice (And Why I’m Building Something Magical Because of It)

Let’s Start With the Truth

I didn’t always feel like I belonged. Not in motherhood. Not in business. And definitely not in traditional “professional” spaces. I was the girl who cried when her favourite character died ( still heartbroken over Artax)  who wrote fanfic in the middle of the night, and who felt more at home in a convention crowd than a PTA meeting.

And for a while, I tried to quiet that part of me. I thought I had to. I was an adult. I was a mother. I had to act my age and stop being interested in all those ‘childish’ things. Right? What grown woman collects Pop Vinyls, cries over animated wolves, and has a poster of Anakin Skywalker on her bedroom wall? (Spoiler: this one does.) 

But geek culture—the fandoms I love, the stories I return to, the characters who feel like friends—never stopped calling me back. And in 2025, I’ve stopped apologising for it.

Because the truth is? Geek culture didn’t just give me something to escape into. It gave me a way to reconnect with myself.

🛡️ Fandom Was My First Armor

There was a time—one of the darkest seasons of my life—when I felt like I was drowning in silence. I was isolated, broken from years of trying to survive domestic abuse, and barely holding it together as a solo mum of five. Most days, I didn’t recognise myself. I felt invisible. Forgotten. Like the vibrant, imaginative, curious girl I used to be had been swallowed by circumstance.

And then, in the middle of that chaos, I found Supernatural.

I didn’t expect it to change anything. It was just something to watch late at night when I couldn’t sleep. But slowly, episode by episode, something shifted. The storylines, the themes of found family, survival, redemption—they didn’t just entertain me. They reminded me of who I was. Who I could be. Watching Sam and Dean keep going, even when everything was falling apart? It helped me believe I could too.

That show didn’t magically fix my life. But in a strange, deeply personal way, it helped me feel better. And then it helped me get better. It gave me something to look forward to. Something that belonged to me.

That’s the power of fandom—it’s not just escapism. It’s a lifeline.

Watching Supernatural quickly turned into The Vampire Diaries, then Teen Wolf, and then suddenly, I was back to my obsession with The Flash and Green Arrow. 

So whether it was Supernatural during sleepless nights, rewatching The Vampire Diaries when I needed a reminder that love and loyalty still matter, rereading Harry Potter with my kids, or finding comfort in fictional worlds that felt more honest than the real one—I slowly found my spark again.

These stories reminded me that resilience isn’t just about surviving. It’s about choosing to rise, again and again, even when the world thinks you shouldn’t. After everything I’ve been through—solo parenting, starting over, building a business from scratch—I needed something that made me feel powerful again. Not in a “boss babe hustle” way. In a soul-deep, “this part of me matters” kind of way.

Fandom gave me that.

Besides actually loving the shows, slowly becoming involved with more fandom communities, and getting to know other fans of the shows, became a whole new thing I never knew existed. 

It seemed that suddenly I was a part of something bigger that i wasnt able to see or get to before. I relize I probably sound like a cray person, but those who get it, get it. 

✨ Magic Looks Different When You’re a Mum

It’s easy to think that being a parent and being a geek are two separate identities. That once you’re a “grown-up,” the cosplay goes in the closet, the books gather dust, and the daydreaming stops.

Not in my house.

My kids have lightsaber battles in the living room. We quote Dean Winchester like he’s an uncle. We plan holidays around fandom events. Geek culture isn’t just something I enjoy—it’s part of our family’s rhythm, our bonding, our joy.

And in embracing that, I gave myself permission to show up as my whole self. Not just the responsible mum. Not just the blogger. But the woman who still believes in magic, quests, and found family.

🌍 I’m Not Just Building a Life—I’m Building a World

Over the last year, a quiet idea has been growing in the back of my mind. What if there was a place where geeky adults—especially mums, creatives, and late-blooming dreamers—could come together?

A space that blends real-life connection with the magic of fandom?

I don’t have all the answers yet, but something is brewing. Something about creating spaces, planning events, building community. A home for those of us who never stopped loving the stories that shaped us—and who are ready to write the next chapter, together.

It’s still forming, still tender. I don’t have a name to share yet—but I know what it feels like. It feels like community. Like magic. Like a space I’ve never quite found but have always needed. And now? I’m quietly building it.

That name means something. And when the time is right, I’ll tell you all about it.

💖 Final Thoughts (From One Geek to Another)

If you’ve ever felt like your love for fandoms made you less “serious,” less “grown-up,” or less worthy—you’re not alone. And you are absolutely enough, exactly as you are.

Your passion is valid. Your voice is powerful. Your story is unfolding—and it deserves to be epic.

So go ahead. Wear the tee. Reread the series. Plan that fandom trip. And if you ever feel like you need a seat at the table, know this:

We’re building one.

And you are so welcome here.

silence. I was isolated, broken from years of trying to survive domestic abuse, and barely holding it together as a solo mum of five. Most days, I didn’t recognise myself. I felt invisible. Forgotten. Like the vibrant, imaginative, curious girl I used to be had been swallowed by circumstance.

And then, in the middle of that chaos, I found Supernatural.

I didn’t expect it to change anything. It was just something to watch late at night when I couldn’t sleep. But slowly, episode by episode, something shifted. The storylines, the themes of found family, survival, redemption—they didn’t just entertain me. They reminded me of who I was. Who I could be. Watching Sam and Dean keep going, even when everything was falling apart? It helped me believe I could too.

That show didn’t magically fix my life. But in a strange, deeply personal way, it helped me feel better. And then it helped me get better. It gave me something to look forward to. Something that belonged to me.

That’s the power of fandom—it’s not just escapism. It’s a lifeline.

So whether it was Supernatural during sleepless nights, rewatching The Vampire Diaries when I needed a reminder that love and loyalty still matter, rereading Harry Potter with my kids, or finding comfort in fictional worlds that felt more honest than the real one—I slowly found my spark again.

These stories reminded me that resilience isn’t just about surviving. It’s about choosing to rise, again and again, even when the world thinks you shouldn’t. After everything I’ve been through—solo parenting, starting over, building a business from scratch—I needed something that made me feel powerful again. Not in a “boss babe hustle” way. In a soul-deep, “this part of me matters” kind of way.

Fandom gave me that.

These stories reminded me that resilience isn’t just about surviving. It’s about choosing to rise, again and again, even when the world thinks you shouldn’t.

✨ Magic Looks Different When You’re a Mum

It’s easy to think that being a parent and being a geek are two separate identities. That once you’re a “grown-up,” the cosplay goes in the closet, the books gather dust, and the daydreaming stops.

Not in my house.

My kids have lightsaber battles in the living room. We quote Dean Winchester like he’s an uncle. We plan holidays around fandom events. Geek culture isn’t just something I enjoy—it’s part of our family’s rhythm, our bonding, our joy.

And in embracing that, I gave myself permission to show up as my whole self. Not just the responsible mum. Not just the blogger. But the woman who still believes in magic, quests, and found family.

Being an adult doesn’t mean the fun in life has to stop. 

🌍 I’m Not Just Building a Life—I’m Building a World

Over the last year, a quiet idea has been growing in the back of my mind. What if there was a place where geeky adults—especially mums, creatives, and late-blooming dreamers—could come together?

A space that blends real-life connection with the magic of fandom?

I don’t have all the answers yet, but something is brewing. Something about creating spaces, planning events, building community. A home for those of us who never stopped loving the stories that shaped us—and who are ready to write the next chapter, together.

It’s still forming, still tender. I don’t have a name to share yet—but I know what it feels like. It feels like community. Like magic. Like a space I’ve never quite found but have always needed. And now? I’m quietly building it.

It feels like something sacred. A kind of homecoming. And I think… I’m not the only one who’s been waiting for it.

That name means something. And when the time is right, I’ll tell you all about it.

💖 Final Thoughts (From One Geek to Another)

If you’ve ever felt like your love for fandoms made you less “serious,” less “grown-up,” or less worthy—you’re not alone. And you are absolutely enough, exactly as you are.

Your passion is valid. Your voice is powerful. Your story is unfolding—and it deserves to be epic.

So go ahead. Wear the tee. Reread the series. Plan that fandom trip. And if you ever feel like you need a seat at the table, know this:

We’re building one.

And you are so welcome here.

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