We could simply care for one another, but capitalism demands that its needs are met first, and its cut exhausts our resources, completely. We must then engage with capitalism to simply receive care, and we cannot care except through transaction. To care becomes a term for believing in something strongly, while being reminded, moment by moment, of our being too busy to engage our natural response to offer care. We need to care for one another. Capitalism doesn’t care.
reflection
neurodiversity journey: recognition

Now that I am coming to understand my own neurodivergence, from the inside, (my punch card is getting full! It’s pretty clear I have autistic traits, in addition to ADHD, aphantasia, and proprioception hyposensitivity. Hurray!), I understand some of my differences as gifts. My inner blindness reroutes my visual processing through my language system–words are literally my way of visualizing. So whereas someone who visualizes might just enjoy the picture in their mind, I must make words, and I must share them for my inner world to become real. And although I do not have access to visual memory, I have a strong inner sense of space: I can feel inside myself places I’ve been, and tell you about the contents of those spaces–so if I point, and you can’t see what I’m pointing at, I’m pointing at something inside of myself, relative to my position in that space. I can smell these spaces, and tell you about those smells, and my reaction to them.
I share my language, from within the heart of my sensory and cognitive differences, exactly because people like RFKjr are spreading a dangerous lie: that autism is a disease, it is on the rise, and that it can be cured. And by association, because there is no magic data point that defines autism specifically and definitively (we are instead compiling lists of “tendencies” and comparing them lists of “norms”) people with other sensory and cognitive differences are in danger of being subjected to this cure as well.
Imagine: we could be living in a world free of Beethovens, free of VanGoghs, free of Newtons and Robin Williamses, free of Dogens and Temple Grandins and Einsteins, free of Soyen Shakus and Ryokans and Yayoi Kusamas, free of Greta Thunbergs and Hannah Gadsbys and Emily Dickinsons, free of Darwins and Joyces and Yeatses and Wittgensteins and Hans Christian Andersens and Susan Boyles and Blaise Pascals and Darryl Hannahs. Free of quirky-but-gifted people who connect directly with those they love, and are all around us, and always have been.
Humanity is not a collection of individuals: no individual ever did anything–we are a social species who has been so successful because we are so varied and so cooperative. People with sensory and cognitive differences are not diseased. In the vast, collective human body, we are specialists. Sometimes our specialties have us engaged in processing experience in ways that make us seem hard to understand and asocial, when in fact we are solving problems others are not even aware exist. Our affect appears flat because our nervous systems are wired for something else besides satisfying others’ need for affirmation through tone and facial expressions–we are wired to respond to a different set of impulses. We are the ones whose acute hearing warns the community of danger; we are the obsessives who figure out how to get nourishment out of a plant that is toxic until it is beaten and soaked and rinsed and soaked and mixed with ashes and soaked and rinsed and dried and cooked; we are the ones who create new language for the inner world of those who cannot speak, and in doing so make them human, acceptable, and hopefully valued in the community of humanity.
Hopefully you’ll connect with some of this language–it will remind you of something you already know. Hopefully you recognize that a world free of autistic traits would be a dismal place indeed. Hopefully some of this language will land with you, and hopefully you will spread it–it is open source and free to use, and it was created by observing you in action.
Thanks for listening. Having heard, warn the community of danger, in all of the ways you know how.
May all beings recognize their true nature.
Every day is neurodiversity awareness day.
neurodiversity journey: autism spectrum

TW: expletives
In my studies since diagnosis with ADHD, I have learned of my aphantasia and proprioception hyposensitivity. I have been participating in support groups with other ND people, and I have come to believe that I may be autistic as well.
So, I go online to take the Autism Spectrum Quotient test (created by researchers from the University of Cambridge) to see if I’m in the ballpark.
First question: I am [ ]male [ ]female
Fuck you guys. First question is a bad question. Right away, binary bias. Fuck that shit. That’s what got us where we are. These people don’t know anything. My child and two of their cousins are trans, and not everyone identifies as m or f. Fuck this test.
Second question: I prefer to do things with others rather than on my own. [ ] definitely agree [ ] slightly agree [ ] slightly disagree [ ] definitely disagree
Fuck you guys. Was this test even written by a human? Do things? Who does things as a specific category? What the actual fuck are you talking about? Is square dancing doing a thing? Is pooping doing a thing? I definitely prefer to square dance with others. Fuck square dancing alone. I’ve tried it. It sucks. That being said, stay the fuck away from me when I poop. I hate pooping with others. When I was in jail I had to poop in front of 50 other people, many of whom were waiting to poop themselves. (That needed a comma. They weren’t waiting to poop themselves–they were actually trying to avoid pooping themselves: they were waiting to poop, themselves). You can shut your feelings down, but who wants to do that? Fuck public pooping. Fuck jail for making people poop in public. Fuck this test. What the actual fuck? Over.
Third question: I prefer to do things the same way over and over again. [ ] definitely agree [ ] slightly agree [ ] slightly disagree [ ] definitely disagree
Here’s with the fucking “do things” again. Who the fuck thinks this way? What fucking things? Who decided “do things” was a thing? Oh, the things I would do to that person, the same way, over and over again. If something works, I will do it that way again. If something doesn’t work, I might try to do it the same way again, to see if it was the doing or the thing that was the issue. Did I make the perfect soft-boiled egg? Fuck yes, I will do it the same fucking way over and over again. The fuck? Did I fuck up in a social situation? You’d better believe I will not do that same thing over and over again. I will nope out before that fucking thing is allowed to happen again. Fuck these guys and their “do things”. Let’s see how you do things, fucker.
Fourth question: If I try to imagine something, I find it very easy to create a picture in my mind. [ ] definitely agree [ ] slightly agree [ ] slightly disagree [ ] definitely disagree
Oh! Oh! This one’s easy. I have aphantasia. Definitely disagree! But you know what: if you would have asked me this question 6 months ago, I would have (subliminally) interpreted it as “can you describe something that is not in front of you this very moment,” and I would have answered, “definitely agree.” Because I have a plethora of words at my disposal, and languagey memories, I would be all over that shit. Because I have a paraphrasing mind, it would have made perfect sense to answer this way. So this seems like a kind of trap. Fuck traps on tests. Fuck whoever made this fucking test. Next fucking lame question.
Fifth question: I frequently get so strongly absorbed in one thing that I lose sight of other things. [ ] definitely agree [ ] slightly agree [ ] slightly disagree [ ] definitely disagree
This is like asking, “do you poop?” Have you ever met a sports fan who gets absorbed in the game and forgets to take out the trash? Are all sports fans autistic? Now I want to cry. Because is there such a thing as a human that doesn’t listen to their favorite song and forget that the world exists? Fuck these fucking guys who made this fucking test and made me imagine a world where someone listens to their favorite song and doesn’t forget their problems for a moment. Fuck. You. Guys.
Fuck!
Question the sixth: I often notice small sounds when others do not. [ ] definitely agree [ ] slightly agree [ ] slightly disagree [ ] definitely disagree
Ok. I’m a musician. It’s not fair to ask me this question. Thank you, next…
Question the seventh: I usually notice car number plates or similar strings of information. [ ] definitely agree [ ] slightly agree [ ] slightly disagree [ ] definitely disagree
When you were brought up with road trips and games where you had to spell a word using letters from license plates, this just seems like some kind of setup. What the actual fuck? We were trained as kids to parse fucking license plates, and to see the fun patterns that pop out. We were trained to respond to life, basically. What. The. Fuck. Are. We. Talking. About?
Seven questions in, and I am feeling nothing but white hot rage. Fuck whatever standard this test is supposed to be revealing. This is like Ouija Board level hocus pocus. Saturn return, mercury in retrograde, name starts with R-level ambiguous hocus pocus shit. Like someone whose basic assumptions have never been questioned-level bullshit. Like polo helmet as an everyday headwear category-level shit. Fuck! What the actual fuck!
Fuck. You. Guys.
People! What the fuck is going on? The person next to you senses the world differently from you because of the nervous system they were born with! Care for them, for fuck’s sake! What the fuck else do you need?
Fuck! We are fucked!
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Who is the you? Which is the me?
Wait–are there three?
You may find that you see
everything one way,
just as it is,
until one day you
question something and
have a crisis, and
make a big cognitive leap,
and then suddenly,
there’s another
possibility.
You might find that you’re seeing
everything a million different ways,
completely overwhelmed,
until one day, you
have to get something done,
and you have a crisis, and
make a big cognitive leap,
and then suddenly,
there is only
three.
One of you is going
to be the me
in a conversation with you
some time today.
You’ll know, because
you will find yourself
thinking, “this person’s thinking
is so simplistic,”
or possibly
you will find yourself
thinking “that person’s thinking
is so complex.”
Which one will be right?
If we pause, and reflect, and listen,
and speak with care,
i think you’ll see
–(between you and me)–
we’re not two,
but three.
You,
the peace we just made, and
me.
Which one is the me?
Waiting for yes
“Oh, come on Ryk, you’re being so persnickety with language again. Why don’t you just lighten up and hear what we mean, and not worry so much about how we say it?”

Why, thank you for being brave and vulnerable, and for speaking up when you feel the need arise. Here’s the thing: there are a lot, lot, lot of brave and vulnerable people who would speak up just like you did, if they had the language for it. Kids with autism. Neurodivergent kids. Trans kids. Immigrant kids. Kids with trauma. Grieving kids. All kids, really, but especially these kids. Kids whose experience on the inside doesn’t match the words they hear thrown around on the outside.
These kids cannot advocate for themselves, and often asking them to do so results in a painful cascade of expectations that can be paralyzing. Because they want to advocate for themselves. Believe me every part of their nervous system is doing its best to connect in nurturing ways.
If you’ve ever had the experience of “Yes!” upon hearing something expressed in a new way that aligns with your experience, you may be able to recognize the power of language to make one feel connected, in an instant. Like the whole world was waiting for this moment of connection of body, mind, and consciousness. A lot, lot, lot of these kids, our kids, have been waiting for a moment like this for their whole lives.
As we approach the end of Pride month, I recognize that I’ve been awash in a sea of colorful and descriptive language about identity from many angles, and I recognize that so little of it directly connects with my experience. Male is good enough, but only because I’m shy with my self-advocacy around gender. I don’t connect with enby or trans or agender inside, but you know who’s team I’ll be on in a bar fight. I just don’t want to take up all of the oxygen by claiming that space from someone who does feel that “yes” when they hear it.
And I know I’m not straight (damn straight), but bi, gay, queer, aromantic, pansexual (sorry if I left anyone out)–not quite feeling it on the inside, but definitely who I’m hanging with on the outside. And, not having that big “yes” experience when I hear them, I may seem like I’m not coming when I’m called to advocate or celebrate. It’s not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t always recognize myself.
And ‘othering’ is like that. A lot, lot, lot of people, not just kids, have a big loneliness inside, because as humanity is lining up for it’s various functions, they are not 100% sure about which line is theirs. Maybe they’d rather divide themselves up and be in all the lines. Because they want want want to connect, but the lines of connection are not always clear.
So, in being responsive with my language, I’m being brave and vulnerable, and advocating for that little kid inside who is experiencing life boiling and freezing and rumbling and flowing and ouching and aahhing inside, but hasn’t found the right words to express it. And is waiting waiting waiting waiting endlessly waiting for that moment of “yes.”
Happy Pride
Every day is neurodiversity awareness day.
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As I recognize that my child has moved beyond the range of my radar, my only comfort is in knowing that the last thing I said to him was:
“I see you and recognize how your body and mind are working things out in their own way. I’m sorry for the unhelpful and unrealistic expectations that I put on you. You will try and fail according to your own particular set of circumstances, and you will always get another chance. I love you. You are perfect.”
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Supreme Court 2025 = Spanish Inquisition 1616
It wasn’t until 1992 that the Catholic Church admitted their mistake. 376 mf’ing years.
Diversity is the truth. Orthodoxy is the lie.
Don’t let it take 4 centuries to pull your head out of your orthodox hindquarters!
Pride = Life
It’s not a condition – it’s a predisposition

Me: It’s not a condition – it’s a predisposition.
Friend: What is?
My particular nervous system processes my experience through language. I have experiences, and some part of me chews and chews and chews and digests and then out comes a word (this didn’t start as a scatological reference, but here we are).
Much of the language around neurodiversity is pathologized. We “have” ADHD, like we “have” the flu. It’s a condition, like rheumatoid arthritis.
I believe that differences in our sensory processing are just that: differences. Like moods. Or characteristics.
So, being someone who cannot imagine visual imagery, and who has limited fine motor coordination, and who experiences frequent emotional dysregulation (has big feelings), and who is hyperaware of certain sensory environments and hypoaware of others (that all describes me), and in connecting with other people who have similar-but-different experiences, I’m highly dissatisfied with a lot of the language that’s out there to describe the traits of people like (yet unlike) me.
It’s Pride month, and on this day, the Supreme Court of the United States voted to allow parents to disenroll their children from classes that include language around LGBTIA+ identity. This is, in effect, re-pathologizing a predisposition (a predisposition is a tendency, a particular personal expression style: so-and-so is predisposed to snarkiness; that dude is predisposed to making puns; this person is predisposed to process their grief through artmaking).
If we don’t have safe language to describe people-as-they-are-predisposed-to-be, then people not only get left out, but they get isolated, shamed, and ‘othered.’ So my ever-chewing brain is always trying to poop out new words to celebrate difference – the collective variation that makes us such a successful species in the first place.
So no, I don’t have a condition, I have a predisposition.
Remember, it was only in 1973 that homosexuality was removed from the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, and only in 1987 that language around gender dysphoria was removed. So those are the dates that those predispositions were ‘officially depathologized.’ But those actions were not accompanied by a corresponding shift in the language around these predispositions, so they are still existing in the language as if they are ‘conditions,’ (subtly implying that they might eventually go away, like eczema). (Which also describes me, and which comes and goes).
The Supreme Court’s action today is akin to the Catholic Church making heresy of the discussion about heliocentrism in the 17th century. And as someone speaking from the future, I’m telling them: you are idiots who condemn your own people to eternal suffering with your stupid-ass amplification of old-ass outdated viewpoints. F**k y’all.
So yes, depathologize language around difference. Does that answer your question?
Thanks for coming to my TED talk.
The middle way: hub, or hollow?

Imagine a conversation about a trip to a museum between a person whose instrument of recall includes a detailed cinema projected onto the back of their eyeballs and a person with no access to visual formations at all.
Imagine a conversation about a favorite album between a person who hears symphonies in their inner ear and a person whose sound world is silent until they turn on a switch.
Imagine a conversation about an emotional interpersonal exchange, between a person with no internal monologue, whose descriptions of phenomena are all received and applied, and a person with a vast hum of crafted and iterated dialogue, just beneath the voice.
Imagine a conversation about a trip to the amusement park, between a person whose everyday experience includes frequent aggressive intrusions from textures, temperatures, and smells and a person whose sensory categories are hot, cold, pain, pleasure, and neutral.
We should imagine these conversations, because if we are having conversations, then it’s nearly certain that we are at times speaking across vast and varied sensory processing landscapes in such ways. When you live in a body, it’s easy to think that the world is the world, and everyone has the same sensory framework–our different takes on things are just due to our different vantage points and past experiences.
That is just not how it works, sweetie.
I have aphantasia–the inability to form internal visual images. If you ask me to visualize an apple, try as I might, eyes open or closed, I have no visual memories to draw from. That being said, I can describe an apple. There is an archetypal apple stored in my body, bringing together the feeling of roundness, the temperature of red, the mass of things that weigh a little less than a pound. I just don’t ‘see’ it.
My visual processing of text is probably due to aphantasia. I experience text as simply a texture on the page until I ‘zoom in’ with my attention. I can only read at the speed at which I could read aloud, as I experience the parsing through my audio and speech mechanisms. I’m not actually moving my lips or throat, but there is a ‘feeling’ that there is activity going on in my speech processing area just beneath the realm of sound production. If I recall something I’ve read, I am actually recalling the conversation I had with the page.
I was talking with someone recently about how we process communication on social media platforms. They were describing how they get overwhelmed very quickly because they feel bombarded by all of the information. I realized that, because I have to zoom in and slow down to parse the text, I stay in the texture realm until I make a judgement that something is worth the high-energy-consumption activity of reading. I’m not so troubled by ads, because they are visually obvious most of the time and I just scroll past them in blur mode. I probably miss a lot this way, but maybe that’s a good thing.
So, while some would call aphantasia a ‘sensory processing deficit,’ it’s also a superpower in certain contexts.
This should not be controversial.
We know through an artist like Stevie Wonder, who is blind, that blindness gives him access to a whole other level of sensory awareness that most sighted people don’t have access to (remember him catching the mic stand?).
Another characteristic of the aphantasiac (cue Flashdance music) is that we tend to be verbose and we rely on our semantic and conceptual memory. So it’s the conversations that are happening in my mental processing that result in my working things out and expressing them through complex symbolic language–i.e. I express myself through metaphoric and logical language constructions, which in some contexts is a highly valued skill, and it’s ‘because’ of a supposed deficit in my visual processing. Say that five times fast.
Aphantasia, or other sensory blindnesses, are only deficits in the context of comparison to a standard model of competence or awareness–the standard model human is expected to have equal sensory aptitude in all of the recognized senses within a certain median range. Anything else is called a deficit. Even though the blindness aspect of processing often results in an increased awareness of non-visual sensory stimuli, our language and cognitive culture will dwell on the deficit.
Disclaimer: I’m going to do a lot of editorializing. This essay is a personal reflection, and so being is only a description of my experience of my senses, and my experience of the differences in expression that I notice when having conversations. If you recognize yourself, and feel yourself represented here in a negative light, don’t let it offend you–widen your view.
So, if you’re still with me, I’m going to introduce the idea (actually the phenomenon, because if you’ve experienced it, it’s not just an idea–it’s the law) of neurotypical bias. And, because I’m going through a period of heightened awareness of this, due to my recent diagnosis, I’m going to hold it up as a bugaboo which is at the root of all of society’s problems. I will only be half kidding. Because yeah guys, this is a problem. But it’s a problem that we all can counter with our powers of self-awareness. It’s one of the few of society’s power dynamics that we can actually change by changing our own perspective. And that is powerful.
Ok, lots of chauvinism and stereotyping to come, so hold on.
Our culture positions neurotypical traits as ‘typical’, and deviations from those traits as ‘divergent,’ or statistical anomalies. In my experience, the person or institutional culture that characterizes the neurotypical processing style is more prone to see the deficits in another’s processing style than the advantages that arise from that deficit. It’s not a balanced view. But it is very prevalent, and influences systems of power in various social spaces.
It’s the kind of view that identifies with the better expressions of their own nature while pointing out the negative aspects of those they consider different or ‘other,’ and at the same time claiming the positive aspects of wider cultural expression as their own.
Let’s go back to my own experience. Given that my neurotype is prone to loquacious constructions that draw from logical and conceptual memory processing, my questions and expressions have a certain character. I’m drawing from the information that is made available to me by my wiring and chemistry. Here are a few responses that I am very familiar with:
- You’re overthinking it
- That’s very creative (with a certain condescending tone)
- I don’t understand where you’re coming from. You’re obviously confused
- Hmm (silence)
Yet, from my experience, I can have a similar conversation with a person who is sympathetic to my neurotype, and who maybe has an overlapping set of experiences, and they will give very different responses:
- I’ve been trying to think of how to articulate that, and you hit it on the head
- You’ve given me a lot to think about (with no condescending tone)
- Dude! Right?
- Let’s come back to this
Here’s the thing: It’s usually the neurotypical response described above that is given by a person in a position of power or authority, relative to mine (in my experience). The second set of responses are more characteristic of people who I would consider peers, or people who actually want to move the conversation forward, rather than codify it.
Here’s my loquacious logical conceptual projection onto the situation. In some way, the neurotypical sensory apparatus, or psyche, recognizes that it is in a kind of middle ground. It recognizes the overlap with others who may be deficient in some ways, yet super-proficient in others. In the giant Venn diagram of sensory awareness, it recognizes its place in the middle. No problem here, as this is just the way of all phenomena.
For whatever reason–cultural power dynamics, human cognitive bias, economic security–from this center of the Venn diagram, the people and organizations of people who inhabit this sensory space, tend to think that their way, their view, their socio-cultural position, is the right one, and that somehow, a healthy culture is one that reflects exactly its perspective, values, and solutions. In terms of power dynamics, (and I’m describing socio-cultural power, economic power, intellectual power), rather than functioning as a facilitator or hub, a space of connection and intersection, the representative individuals and social organizational units that inhabit this space tend to demand conformity from those that surround them.
And yes, this is a big problem. This intersectional space that could potentially have our backs and bring us together is instead demanding fealty and tribute. Think of a series of overlapping circles. There are forces that are working to include the wider circles. And there are forces that are working to narrow to exclude to wider circles. Neurotypical bias works like this. In demanding conformity, it excludes a big range of color on the spectrum, where it could be operating in a space of great creativity and accommodation, being at the center of the circle regardless of how wide it grows.
So, neurotypical bias is the kind of view that forces those in ‘divergent’ intersectional spaces to conform to their views and values, rather than widening the narrative–recognizing the privilege of their position and acting to amplify those who intersect with them, making the space bigger for everyone. Do you follow? Have you ever experienced being on either side of this narrative in a workplace? In your home? In some other social space?
Just use my own example of how my perceived deficits result in a certain way of contextualizing the world. Using this idea of ‘people who process visual memory differently tend to express their experience loquaciously through logical and conceptual constructions, rather than literal ones.’ Who might be observed to fall into this category? Shakespeare? Dogen? Whitman? (dare I say it, Jesus?, for you listening in the back). I’m not trying to elevate myself to this realm of cultural relevance, but am just making a straightforward connection, vis-a-vis sensory processing.
If you’ve ever heard a phrase like “if Jesus were alive today, you would reject him,” that rejection would likely be because of neurotypical bias.
And as I listen carefully in the spaces I move through, I so often hear examples of when a wide worldview is condensed and reduced by someone inhabiting that center space, and then that reduction is sold back as reality to a person who actually understands the wider original. Which leads to another thing I notice – that people whose perceptions exist outside of that statistical center space tend to be more open and accommodating (perhaps because they understand the difficulty in changing some people’s minds), while those in the middle tend to be more rigid and attached to their view.
So chew on and consider this, as you try to make sense of the sensory world, and consider how your sense of your senses intersects with the sensory expressions of those you are in conversation with. Consider whether our sensory gaps represent a division, or a widening of, your shared expereience. Are you advocating for a conception you hold that, being the only one you are aware of, makes good sense? If so, you are likely protecting a neurotypical bias. Are you trying to share a part of your experience that is complex and nuanced, using the words that come to mind, knowing that you are doing reality an injustice, but doing your best anyway? You might be widening the world.
And what if we take this even further – that, rather than the typical/divergent binary construction, each of our perspectives could be represented as coordinates in a vast 3-dimensional network, and that, being connected, we actually need one another, depend on one another, nourish one another.
Treading the middle way, don’t be attached to the middle way. Understanding neurotypical bias, widen the narrative, rather than demanding conformity.