u/Mambonumber46

Let me be the mad maker,
the life-giver with hands white-knuckled in prayer,
hands that know nothing,
but the ritual of stitching things back together.
Again, and again.

I only aim to build something better than me.
Something untaught in the language of self-destruction.
Unacquainted with the torment of exile and alienation.

Something perfect.

Let me scrounge up every broken piece
I’ve ever been handed—
every fear, every flaw, every ounce of misery—
and carefully select what gets stitched in
and what is finally laid to rest.
Discarded for good.

Let me conceive a child
not just of flesh—
but of approval.

I want to stand before them,
breath caught in my throat,
and witness the first rise and fall
of their chest—

watch them rise
in ways I never did.

And in that quiet, electric moment,
realize—

I did not recreate the monster within.

I crafted someone
who will never have to wonder
if they are one.

I believe everyone should be raising their child as if they were neurodivergent.

Everyone wants their child to have a high IQ, gifted abilities, talents, creativity, and have a grasp on mutual reciprocity and self worth + self awareness.

Then boom… most people with all these qualities are neurodivergent, and get pummeled down by this world that’s created generally, specifically, entirely, for neurotypical people.

More and more people are realizing that, actually, I’m not neurotypical I’ve just been masking my entire life. MASKING TO FIT IN WITH NEUROTYPICAL PEOPLE WHO WISH THEY COULD CARRY WHAT NEURODIVERGENT PEOPLE DO. Or people who shame because they just don’t understand.

Last thing I’ll say, think about the last time someone neurodivergent was disrespectful or uninspired in your presence—at least not on purpose. (Masking, splitting, etc.)
And think about the last time someone neurotypical was rude and uninspired. 🤷‍♀️ the scale is tipping and the world is pretending like we (neurodivergent people) are the issue, and like we don’t exist—unless you take medication, then they’ll help you.

All I’m saying is the world could use a little bit more compassion, and if people are raising their children slowly and with intention, understanding, communication, and support… it wouldn’t be perfect, and it is a stretch, but it would be a lot more beneficial and a lot more humane.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. (Sorry for any typos it’s 3.a.m.)

I’ve always wondered. I’m not pregnant but I do plan to have children in the future and was just thinking: you go to the hospital just you and partner and come back you, partner, and baby. Is the car ride silent? Is it filled with tears of joy or overwhelm? Is it a super slow drive home bc you’re terrified? 🤣 please someone let me know!