I’ve been fainting since I was a child. It’s not something I’m particularly proud of, but it’s a part of me, like my hazel eyes or my love of bad puns. But one thing I’ve noticed over the years is how poorly fainting is portrayed in fiction.

Let’s be clear: fainting is not a glamorous experience. It’s not a dramatic swoon, a graceful tumble, or a convenient way to escape a tense situation. In fact, it’s often messy, disorienting, and frankly, kind of embarrassing.

Firstly, the “lights go out” trope is completely inaccurate. I’ve never experienced a blackout. Instead, there’s usually a wave of nausea, a feeling of dizziness, and a sudden loss of strength. The world starts spinning, everything gets blurry, and then… the floor rushes up to meet you.

Secondly, fainting is rarely accompanied by a swoon-worthy pose. It’s more likely to be an ungraceful collapse, a flailing limbs kind of situation. I’ve definitely hit my head on a few things, which adds to the fun.

Finally, the “dramatic rescue” often portrayed in fiction is wildly unrealistic. I’ve never needed a dashing knight to catch me. In fact, a quick “Are you okay?” and a glass of water are usually all that’s needed.

Fainting is not an event you can control, and it’s rarely a cause for excitement. It’s just a fact of life for some, a momentary break in the action.

So, to all the writers out there, I implore you, please rethink the fainting scene. It’s not a tool for dramatic effect; it’s a physical reality for some. When you depict it, be truthful, be realistic, and most importantly, be kind. Because for someone who faints, seeing it portrayed accurately is not just about authenticity, it’s about understanding and empathy.

And maybe, just maybe, one day, the fainting scene will finally get its due respect. No more dramatic swoons, no more graceful collapses. Just a simple, honest portrayal of a moment that, for some, is simply a part of life.