#nd culture
deep story in mystic messenger is just unlocking the Neurodivergents™
now that you’re done playing with the boring neurotypical kids–
I actually think almost all of them are very likely to be neurodivergent and YES including Zen and Jaehee. Not mentioning ‘sungie’s name because he is kind of more obvious with his tendency to hyperfixate on people and things and his tendency to occasionally miss out cues and ofcourse for not being able tell jokes apart from general sentences unless someone else points it out. As for people who would tell me that “he is just dumb” well there is a news for you, most of the times ND coded people are either categorised as “insanely genius” or “totally dumb” there is no in between.
neurodivergent culture is being excited about your blorbo’s (/fave/hyperfixation/special interest) birthday way more than you are about your own’s
You ever stand in a room where every single other person is in a conversation. Some are flitting from place to place to see everyone.
Some are standing but being bombarded by new people who want to talk to them again and again and again.
Others stand in place talking to their select few, comfortable in being intimately known by some.
You stare out and see everyone else talking and you notice them all, because not a single one walks up to you.
I used to walk around, stand beside people, wait to be noticed. And sometimes they do. Sometimes they finish talking, turn around, and run into you.
“Oh my gosh I didnt see you there!” they say.
“it’s fine, I just got here.” They nod agreeing with your lie. It had been a full ten minutes.
“Well it’s so good to see you!” they toss out as they move on to the next group. Everyone either follows them or splits off to see other groups.
You stand alone again.
You could stand here and cry and no one would probably even know.“You’ve just gotta reach out”
I did. I went from group to group. I stood their alone ignoring my pain hoping someone, anyone would ever glance up and wave.
They don’t, they never do.
Five years ago I would’ve stood there. I would’ve waited till everyone else left because that is what you were supposed to do,
and maybe then someone will notice.Now though I don’t even last ten minutes. I look around, I see the conversations, I people watch,
I hopeand then I move on.I’m tired of reaching out.
Who else’s inner voice feels like an undisciplined child that goes on and on about the same things that upsets it and you constantly have to scold to shut upandcalm down, but won’t listen and will keep doing what it wants so you give up…
