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Am I Neurodivergent?

Last week I wrote about language that has been lost from technical meaning to become popular usage. This week I want to explore a term that may or may not apply to me—neurodivergent.

The dictionary definition I looked up said that neurodivergent means “differing in mental or neurological function from what is considered typical or normal.” It added that the term is “frequently used with reference to autistic spectrum disorders.” The alternate definition given is “not neurotypical,” which is no help at all.

I’m not on the autism spectrum, so I don’t “qualify” as neurodivergent that way. And I don’t have any of the other disorders, like ADHD, that typically are associated with neurodiversity. So where does that leave me?

Another definition: “Neurodiversity describes the idea that people experience and interact with the world around them in many different ways; there is no one ‘right’ way of thinking, learning, and behaving, and differences are not viewed as deficits.”

I like that better. It leaves room for a lot of varieties of neurodivergence.

A medical website explained it this way: “Neurodivergent is a nonmedical term that describes people whose brains develop or work differently for some reason. This means the person has different strengths and struggles from people whose brains develop or work more typically. While some people who are neurodivergent have medical conditions, it also happens to people where a medical condition or diagnosis hasn’t been identified.”

Wikipedia also notes, “Some neurodiversity advocates and researchers argue that the neurodiversity paradigm is the middle ground between strong medical model and strong social model.”

It’s true that my bipolar disorder means my brain and my behavior are not typical. I feel neurodivergent, even though I know that’s hardly a criterion. I’ve accepted that my bipolar is somewhere in the middle ground between the medical model and the social model. For a long time, I believed in the medical model absolutely. To me, my bipolar disorder was brought on by bad brain chemistry. I couldn’t see any glaring social problems such as abuse in my family. Mine was very much the traditional social model—working father, stay-at-home mother, one sister. I never suffered domestic violence or sexual abuse.

What I didn’t see was that there are other kinds of traumatic events, some of which I did experience as a child. Some of them were so painful that I remember having meltdowns because of them. Young adulthood brought more trauma. Since then, a combination of medication and therapy has helped. Perhaps the medication helped with the part of my disorder that was caused by my brain, while therapy helped the social trauma part.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about the idea of a spectrum. Although autism is often considered using the convenient concept of a spectrum, I know that “being on the autism spectrum” is not accepted by all. High-functioning or low-functioning, people are at base autistic or non-autistic, not “a little bit autistic,” as the spectrum seems to imply. Other people find the spectrum idea useful.

I’ve also thought about the introvert/extrovert spectrum. It makes sense to me that no one is truly at either end of that spectrum—all introvert or all extrovert. Nor is anyone pure ambivert, evenly poised between the two ends of the spectrum. We’re all various degrees of ambivert, leaning toward one side or the other, but sharing some of the characteristics of each.

My brain has developed differently or works differently for some reason. But according to the spectrum philosophy, no one is totally neurotypical or totally neurodivergent. We’re all jumbled somewhere in the middle. A little to one side and we’re considered one or the other. So, I see myself as on the neurodiversity spectrum—neither one nor the other and not evenly balanced between the two. Somewhere in the relative middle, to one side or the other. Part neurodivergent and part neurotypical.

Whatever I am, I’m not 100% neurotypical or 100% neurodivergent. But I’m at least partly neurodivergent. And I’m comfortable with that.

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Senses and Sensitivity

When I was a child, I was often told that I was “too sensitive” – meaning that I took things too much to heart, especially criticism and the taunts and bullying of other children. It was something that I assumed was innately wrong with me, and that I didn’t know how to fix.Sensory Overload in Children

These days, however, I’m too sensitive to sensory input.

I used to be able to write or read or edit with music on (instrumental music, at least). I used to be able to hold a conversation while the television was on. I used to be able to drive a car and look at the scenery around me.

Not anymore.

A fan is about all the sound I can handle while I write, and sometimes quiet is the only thing that will calm my nerves. I can barely process remarks anyone makes about the TV show we’re watching. And if I’m driving, I never even notice a deer in a field off to the side of the road. I doubt that I would notice a hippopotamus.

I’ve written before about my brain being overwhelmed with too much input, meaning too many thoughts, anxieties, and fears. But over the years – at least since my last major meltdown – I have trouble processing more than one sensory signal at a time.

It’s not just a matter of focusing in too completely on just one thing. (I have in the past entered into some movies so thoroughly that I’ve nearly killed my husband when he has asked questions like, “Will you look at this pimple on my back?” or whispered to me, “I think I know what makes that spaceship fly.”)

My ability to focus – to concentrate intensely – has been a casualty of my mental disorder. At my lowest point, I couldn’t even read a book, which is something I’ve been doing since I was three or four. I still can read only one chapter or one magazine article in a sitting

Now that I’m recovering (thank God and Drs. R. and B.), I can concentrate enough to read, and write, and edit. What I can’t do is separate out multiple sources of information on the way from my senses to my brain. If my husband talks while a TV show is on, it’s not just that I can’t make sense of what he’s saying, I can’t process either signal – the TV or him. It’s all a jumble.

If I went to cocktail parties (I don’t), I would be unlikely to have an intelligible conversation because of all the ambient noise and clashing voices. I recently went to a workshop that held a mix-and-mingle event on the first day. Having people chatting all around me was not just distracting, but almost painful and immobilizing. Focusing on one person at a time was the only way I could get through it.

And forget about Chuck E. Cheese or Cici’s Pizza! No. Just no. Video arcades – are you kidding? It’s a good thing I have no reason to frequent places like that. When I go to a regular restaurant, I have to ask not to be seated near any birthday parties or office functions. I wish they had a “no screaming” section.

I understand that sensory processing difficulties sometimes occur in persons with autism spectrum disorders (ASD) and/or ADHD. I have never been diagnosed with ASD, though I may have manifested Asperger-like traits in my youth (well, OK, in my adulthood too). And I have been told by doctors that I have hyper-sensitive nerves. Is that the same as what I experience? I don’t know.

Most of the research and discussion of sensory processing and bipolar disorder occurs in the context of children, though I never noticed such difficulties when I was a child. But just as articles about autistic adults are rare (except, of course, for the high-functioning) and learning disabilities are forgotten about as soon as a person leaves school, it seems that sensory processing problems in adults also get little attention.

I can’t be the only one dealing with this.

As I learn more about my own difficulties and conditions that affect others, there is one conclusion I’m rapidly approaching:

Neurodivergent is neurodivergent. We may have different diagnoses, but there is much we share.

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