By Kevin | BrainButterfly.org
I’ve been thinking about why I — and so many like me — have resisted literature our whole lives.
Not because we’re unintelligent.
Not because we’re lazy.
Not because we’re uninterested.
But because the systems of language have betrayed us.
We were punished for not being able to “sound it out” when learning to read.
We were shamed for struggling with the English language — a system so packed with contradictions, it mocked our logical, literal, sensory-driven brains.
There. Their. They’re.
Three words, three meanings, three spellings, one sound.
Knife. Knew. Knock.
A silent K? Why?
Our nervous systems could not reconcile it.
We gravitated to math, science, facts —
to worlds where truths were undeniable, where patterns held, where 2+2 was always 4.
Because literature was not just story.
It was betrayal.
It was being asked to enter a space where our senses and logic collapsed, and where our “failure” was named as laziness or stupidity — when really, it was survival.
For some neurodivergent minds,
literature wasn’t a playground.
It was a battlefield.
And many of us left the field to survive.
So if you wonder why we resist fiction, metaphor, “imagination play,”
it’s not because we’re cold or rigid or small-minded.
It’s because we’ve been punished by the very systems that claimed to hold beauty.
And we ran toward the things that stayed solid, sure, and safe.
© 2025 Kevin Sarasin | BrainButterfly™ & ADHDChildFund™
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