If I Have to Explain My Neurodivergence One More Time, I’ll Need Bail Money
For the people who think ADHD is just quirky and autism is just awkward—this one’s for you.
Welcome to My Life: A Neurodivergent Rant You Didn't Ask For (But Desperately Need)
You’d think by 2025, the world might understand what neurodivergence actually is.
But nope. We’re still out here dodging “but you don’t look autistic!” and “have you tried yoga for your ADHD?” like it’s an Olympic sport.
So let me say this loud enough for the back: ADHD is not just being forgetful, and autism is not just being quiet.
It’s a goddamn neurological difference—not a personality trait, not a vibe, not something I can outgrow because I drank a green smoothie and did a gratitude journal.
ADHD Isn’t Cute. It’s Chaos.
Yes, I interrupt. No, I’m not rude—I’m terrified I’ll forget what I was saying mid sentence because my brain just opened 17 new tabs.
Yes, I hyperfocus. No, that doesn’t mean I’m “productive.” It means I haven’t eaten in 9 hours, my laundry is molding in the machine, and I’m emotionally attached to a project I started at 2am because dopamine is a slippery bitch.
And yes, I talk fast, stim with my hands, forget appointments, and misplace my phone 37 times a day. I’m not flaky. I’m managing executive dysfunction in a world that wasn’t built for my brain.
Autism Isn’t Just Social Awkwardness. It’s a Whole Damn Operating System.
I feel everything. Bright lights, loud sounds, the scratchy tag in my shirt—it’s like the volume is turned up on everything.
I script conversations, overanalyse tone, and play out every social interaction for days. That “masking” you think makes me “high functioning”? It’s survival. And it’s exhausting.
I don’t need you to tell me I’m “not like other autistic people.” I need you to accept that autism doesn’t look one way—and it doesn’t exist for your comfort or approval.
What You Won’t Catch Me Doing
Explaining my diagnosis like I owe you a medical report
Smiling politely while you “don’t mean to be offensive, but…” me
Dumbing myself down so you feel better about your ignorance
Watering down my reality to make it easier for you to swallow
What I Will Do
Use my voice to tell the unfiltered, uncomfortable truth
Take up space in rooms that never considered me
Protect my peace, even if it makes me “difficult”
Educate with fire when I feel like it—not because I owe you
Final Thoughts Before I Black Out From Rage
If you’ve ever dismissed someone’s neurodivergence because it didn’t fit your stereotype, congrats. You’re part of the problem.
I don’t want your pity. I don’t want your performance. I want respect.
Because explaining my neurodivergence shouldn’t feel like a fucking court case every time someone’s too lazy to Google. And next time? I might not explain. I might just walk away.
Or flip a table.
Whichever’s faster.
Thank you thank you thank you!
I feel this in my bones!! I hate that I interrupt people so often. I try to work on it but if I don’t I forget it all. It’s the worse because I do understand how it can seem so rude.