A letter to my fellow neurodivergents...
Iām sorry if youāve grown up hearing that youāre not doing your best, that youāre just not trying hard enough. Iām sorry if youāve grown up teaching yourself that you had to push through discomfort only to realise you still canāt do all those things your peers could. Iām sorry if you grew up knowing you were so different from everyone around you, yet you werenāt cared for like you should have been.
Thereās this belief among people like us ā people who are autistic, dyslexic, have ADHD, OCD or any of the other neurodivergencies ā that we have this āBetterā that weāre just not achieving. I grew up with undiagnosed ADHD and autism, only getting a diagnosis for both in my early twenties.
I imagine that I, like a lot of you, have spent my whole life being told that Iām not doing my best, that I could just achieve more, that I could do more, that I could be more if I just tried harder and applied myself better. I grew up convinced that there was this mysterious, just-out-of-reach āBestā that I just had to achieve, and that all of the work I had done and successes I had achieved thus far have been, well, very average.
My whole life, Iāve been convinced that I could do anything I set my mind to if I just pushed myself harder, and if I didnāt achieve itā¦well thatās just because Iāve been lazy or lost focus or simply because Iām just not good enough. Iāve been convinced that if I just put my mind to it, then I would be able to find all of lifeās answers, I could cure cancer, I could achieve greatness.
But the problem, of course, is that Iām twenty-two years old, Iāve been at university for five years now and Iāve not achieved that greatness or reached that āBestā that Iām so sure I have. Frankly, Iām still trying to work out what āyouāre the apple of my eyeā means and why itās a compliment (thatās a joke for my fellow autistics that have gone through the diagnostic process).
āBestā is so far away from where I am right now, yet Iām entirely convinced that if I tried harder and was better, then I would finally go through metamorphosis into a Spectacular Human and thereād be Nobelās in my right hand and Oscars in my left, discoveries accredited to me and people begging for interviews.
And so I, like lots of you, have been struggling to accept myself as a person because how could I possibly be worthy of anything when I canāt even sit still or stop fidgeting or handle small talk for long enough to truly achieve?
Lots of us who are neurodivergent place such a substantial amount of worth on ourselves because we know intrinsically that weāre simply not trying hard enough because thatās all anyone has ever told us. And so, if you ended up in therapy at any point, you may have had similar conversations to me where your psychologist/counsellor tells you that most people donāt put that amount of pressure on themselves to achieve, they already know that they can do their best. But the problem is, you and I arenāt normal people, and we know this ā we have this āBestā thatās just out of reach that they donāt have.
Iāve struggled with this my whole life and this innate sense of failure has been the catalyst for many terrible spirals and I have had to come to terms with a few things that I thought might be worth sharing.
Iāve spent a not inconsiderable amount of time being so sure that I can do quite literally anything, but Iām somehow choosing not to; that Iām somehow choosing to not cure cancer, which isnāt even slightly true. The thought spirals in my head that I can and I should but Iām not good enough because I simply ·É“DzŌāt ā which just further convinces my own brain that not reaching āBestā is a choice. Because if I can do all of these amazing things, what am I not doing well enough?
Truth is, I canāt.
This āBestā that my family and my teachers told me I wasnāt working hard enough to achieve doesnāt exist, at least not for me. Are there times when I could have done better or achieved more and actively chose not to? Oh absolutely. But I am not actively choosing to fail classes or get distracted or struggle with conversation, Iām not actively choosing to avoid successes that are Just Out Of Reach. I simply cannot do these things.
And oh boy did that realisation make me angry. āWhat do you mean I canāt do everything? What do you mean Iām not good enough?ā I would ask myself. But thatās not the point. Iām more than good enough and so are you. āBestā is different for everyone, and itās going to change throughout your life depending on your circumstances. At age twelve, I could devour upwards of twenty books in a two-week school break and now I can do maybe one or two. I know people who could function everyday at university a few years ago but are really struggling now and that is perfectly fine.
Itās okay if you canāt do things. Itās okay if youāre never able to use verbal communication, itās okay if youāre never able to finish university, itās okay if all you can do is survive your days. Itās okay if you donāt reach your familyās expectations of you, itās okay if you donāt reach your own expectations of yourself.
Iām sorry if you grew up convinced that youāre at fault for any and all reasons why you donāt Do Those Things, and Iām sorry if there was so little compassion and understanding available to you. Iām sorry especially if you - like me - have placed all of your self-worth on each thing you do that is closer to the hypothetical āBestā.
You are more than what everyone says you can achieve if you just worked harder and were better. Youāre enough as you are, you are not ātoo muchā and you are always, always doing your best.