The older many neurodivergent people get, the less interested they become in appearing normal.
Not because they've given up.
Because they're tired of performing.
There is a freedom that comes from realizing:
You don't need to earn your right to exist by making other people comfortable.
You don't have to justify every quirk.
Every need.
Every accommodation.
You are allowed to build a life around how your brain actually works instead of spending your life apologizing for it.
i think autistic people are often mistaken for being argumentative and needing to be right, when in reality, it's more about needing the information to be CORRECT... because we get overwhelming anxiety when we're convinced that it isn't.
Being in your early 40s is weird, man. People around your age are in every stage of life. You have people who are grandparents. You have people who have newborns. You have people dating 25-year-olds. You have people celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary. Some of them look 60, and some of them look 30. All the bases are covered when you are in your early 40s.
The most annoying thing about being human on Earth right now is the absolute waste of potential.
Brilliant minds and artists could be solving world hunger, climate change, and ending cancer, etc.
We could house, feed, clothe, and care for everyone.
But instead, we’ve decided to let a handful of asshats become billionaires, start wars, murder and imprison people, and keep the majority in poverty while ruining the climate.
It’s so stupid. The wasted ingenuity hurts to think about.
BREAKING: Iran says the strait is closed.
BREAKING: Trump says the strait is open.
BREAKING: Hegseth says the strait is open.
BREAKING: Bloomberg says 3 ships crossed.
BREAKING: Iran says those 3 ships are Iranian.
BREAKING: Maersk says it needs clarity.
BREAKING: The strait is a philosophical concept at this point.
BREAKING: A fourth ship attempts to cross.
BREAKING: The fourth ship turns around.
BREAKING: The fourth ship's captain says he "needed to think."
BREAKING: Insurance for the fourth ship is now $47M.
BREAKING: The fourth ship is still thinking.
BREAKING: Trump posts on Truth Social that Hormuz is "TOTALLY OPEN, BEAUTIFUL, LIKE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN."
BREAKING: 800 ships remain trapped in the Gulf.
BREAKING: Trump posts again that this is Biden's fault.
BREAKING: Iran announces tolls of $2M per ship.
BREAKING: Iran announces tolls must be paid in crypto.
BREAKING: Iran has not specified which crypto.
BREAKING: Someone on CT says it's XRP.
BREAKING: XRP is up 34%.
BREAKING: It is not XRP.
BREAKING: Russia and China veto the UN resolution on Hormuz.
BREAKING: Russia proposes an alternative resolution.
BREAKING: The alternative resolution does not mention Hormuz.
BREAKING: Nobody is surprised.
BREAKING: Israel bombs Lebanon.
BREAKING: Iran says this violates the ceasefire.
BREAKING: Trump says the ceasefire does not cover Lebanon.
BREAKING: Netanyahu says the ceasefire does not cover anything Netanyahu is currently doing.
BREAKING: Ceasefire is now 11 hours old.
BREAKING: Iran closes Hormuz again.
BREAKING: Hegseth says the strait is open.
BREAKING: Trump floats joint US-Iran toll venture to manage the strait.
BREAKING: The White House clarifies Trump was "just thinking out loud."
BREAKING: Iran says it will consider the proposal.
BREAKING: Trump says Iran's 10-point peace plan is "not good enough."
BREAKING: Trump says it is "a workable basis."
BREAKING: Both statements were made within the same hour.
BREAKING: 20,000 seafarers are still trapped on ships inside the Gulf.
BREAKING: The IMO says the priority is evacuation.
BREAKING: Iran says passage requires "coordination with armed forces."
BREAKING: Nobody has coordinated with the armed forces.
BREAKING: Hegseth says the strait is open.
BREAKING: The strait remains closed.
BREAKING: This is day 41.
BREAKING: We will keep you updated.
I used to wonder how it was possible that Trump could have won in 2016, and then again in 2024, given how emotionally toxic and depraved he is.
I don’t wonder anymore. I think he won for that exact reason. Because he carried at least one broken shard to reflect the broken shards in millions of others.
If you’re a racist, you found your guy. If you’re a misogynist, you found your guy. If money is your only religion, you found your guy. If your heart is armored shut, you found your guy. If you mock the disabled, you found your guy. If intelligence makes you insecure, you found your guy. If you’re a sexual predator, you found your guy. If you trade in humiliation and conspiracy and filth, you found your guy.
If you’ve never done a single hour of emotional inventory, you found your guy. If you cheat, stiff contractors, bankrupt your obligations, and call it savvy, you found your guy. If you lie as easily as you breathe, you found your guy. If cruelty feels like strength, you found your guy. If white grievance is your comfort food, you found your guy. If your ego is a black hole no title can fill, you found your guy. If warmongering fuels your ego, you found your guy, If empathy feels like weakness and dominance feels like oxygen, you found your guy.
If he’d only carried one or two of these pathologies, he might have been dismissed as just another loud, damaged man. But he carried a buffet of them. That was the appeal. Millions could locate themselves somewhere in the wreckage. They didn’t have to agree with all of it. They just had to recognize a piece of themselves in it.
It was never really about him. It was about the validation. The absolution. The permission. He didn’t invent the resentment; he amplified it. He didn’t create the cruelty; he normalized it. He gave millions the intoxicating relief of hearing their ugliest impulses echoed back at rally volume.
Trump is a symptom. The deeper illness is collective. If there’s one sentence that defines his power, it’s this: “He says the things I’m thinking.”
And that’s the part that should chill us.
Because what does it say about us that so many were thinking those things? That tens of millions of Americans harbored resentments so deep, so seething, that they were simply waiting for a demagogue to baptize them as virtue? That after decades of supposed progress on race, gender, and equality, so many white men felt so threatened, so displaced, so furious, that cruelty became a political platform?
Maybe we were living in a fool’s paradise, mistaking silence for healing, politeness for progress.
Now the mask is off. Now we know.
And knowing is a far more dangerous place to stand.
– Michael Jochum, Not Just a Drummer: Reflections on Art, Politics, Dogs, and the Human Condition.
My girl best friend told her boyfriend something that lowkey changed how I see relationships.
She said, “I don’t want obedience. I want consideration. I shouldn’t have to beg you to think about how your actions affect me.”
She told him, “You’re allowed to have friends. You’re allowed to go out. You’re allowed to live your life. But if you constantly put yourself in situations that you know would hurt me, that’s not freedom. That’s you choosing yourself over us.”
Then she said something that hit:
“If I have to keep explaining why something disrespects me, it’s not confusion. It’s comfort. You’re comfortable knowing I’ll stay.”
And whew.
She wasn’t yelling. She wasn’t threatening to leave. She was calm. Grounded. Clear.
She told him, “I won’t control you. But I will control what I tolerate. And if I start feeling small in a relationship that’s supposed to feel safe, I’ll remove myself. Not to punish you. To protect me.”
That’s what emotional maturity sounds like.
Not “do what I say.”
But “I see the red flag. I told you it’s red. If you keep walking past it, I’m not dragging you back.”
My therapist told me:
“When a person grows up feeling unseen, they learn to love by over-giving. They pour into everyone else, hoping that, one day, someone will finally pour back into them. So they become the care taker. The fixer. The one who shows up, even when no one shows up for them.”
And the hardest part? Deep down, they're not trying to be strong. They're just waiting for someone to do for them what they've spent their whole life doing for everyone else.
Men do not hate women’s standards. They hate that the wife they dream about requires a man they have no interest in becoming.
You want softness, devotion, emotional safety, a woman who trusts you with her whole life, but you throw a tantrum the second effort, integrity, or self-control are mentioned.
The problem is not ‘modern women’. The problem is you want a wife who would never leave while living like a man no woman should stay with.
Last September I announced mandatory return-to-office.
Five days a week.
I called it a "culture-first initiative."
Culture means presence.
Presence means badge swipes.
Badge swipes mean metrics.
Metrics mean I can prove something to the board.
I don't know what.
But I can prove it.
The announcement went out on a Tuesday.
I sent it from my home office.
In Aspen.
I have an exemption.
"Strategic leaders require location flexibility to maintain global perspective."
I wrote that policy.
HR approved it.
HR approves everything I write.
By Wednesday, 340 employees had updated their LinkedIn status to "Open to Work."
I called it "natural attrition."
Natural attrition means they quit before I had to pay severance.
Very natural.
We lost 47 engineers in the first month.
I told the board it was "alignment correction."
The people who left weren't aligned.
With coming to an office.
That I also don't come to.
But that's different.
I'm strategic.
The office costs $4.2 million per year.
Empty, it was a write-off.
Now it's a "collaboration hub."
I measured collaboration.
Average daily Zoom calls from the office: 7.4 per employee.
They commute 45 minutes.
To take calls they could take from home.
But now they're "present."
Presence is culture.
I've never been more certain of anything.
A senior engineer asked why we couldn't stay remote.
She had metrics.
Productivity was up 23% during remote work.
I said, "Productivity isn't everything."
She asked what else mattered.
I said, "Serendipitous collisions."
She asked how we measure serendipitous collisions.
I said, "You can't. That's what makes them serendipitous."
She stopped asking questions.
Then she stopped showing up.
Then LinkedIn said she's at a company that's "remote-first."
Good luck with that.
They'll learn.
We installed badge tracking software.
It cost $380,000.
It tells me exactly when people arrive.
And when they leave.
And how long they spend in each zone.
I check it every morning.
From home.
The data is fascinating.
Average arrival time: 9:47 AM.
Average departure time: 4:12 PM.
I sent a Slack message.
"Core hours are 9 to 6."
Arrival times shifted to 9:02 AM.
Departure times shifted to 6:01 PM.
Productivity did not change.
But the metrics look better.
Metrics are culture.
We have a "hybrid" option now.
Three days in office.
Mandatory Monday. Mandatory Wednesday. Mandatory Friday.
That's called "hybrid."
Because Tuesday and Thursday are optional.
But there are "anchor meetings" on Tuesday and Thursday.
Attendance is "strongly encouraged."
"Strongly encouraged" means mandatory without the liability.
I learned that from legal.
The head of product asked if he could work from home when his wife had surgery.
I said, "Of course. Family comes first."
Then I said, "But let's revisit your Q4 performance targets."
He came to the office.
His wife understood.
I assume.
I didn't ask.
That's personal.
The CFO asked about ROI on the RTO policy.
I showed him the badge data.
"Presence is up 340%."
He asked if revenue was up.
I said, "Revenue is a lagging indicator."
He asked what the leading indicator was.
I said, "Badge swipes."
He nodded.
The lease renews next year.
Seven more years.
$29 million committed.
We needed bodies in the building.
Now we have bodies.
Fewer than before.
But present.
Morale is down.
Glassdoor says we're "hostile to work-life balance."
I told HR to respond.
They wrote, "We're a high-performance culture that values in-person collaboration."
That's corporate for "the review is accurate."
But it sounds like a rebuttal.
The CEO asked if RTO was working.
I said, "Absolutely."
He asked for evidence.
I showed him a photo of the office.
Full desks. Glowing monitors. Bodies in chairs.
He smiled.
"This is what culture looks like."
It looked like a stock photo.
Because I got it from a stock photo website.
The real office has 40% occupancy on a good day.
But he doesn't know that.
He's also remote.
We're both strategic.
Next quarter I'm proposing a "collaboration bonus."
$2,000 for anyone with 95% badge-in compliance.
The bonus costs less than the turnover.
And it shifts the narrative.
We're not forcing people to come in.
We're "incentivizing presence."
Incentivizing means paying people to do something they don't want to do.
It's different from mandating.
Legally.
The employees who stayed are "loyal."
Loyalty means they have mortgages.
And kids in school districts.
And RSUs that haven't vested.
They're not loyal.
They're trapped.
But on paper, it looks like loyalty.
And paper is what the board sees.
I've been doing this for 22 years.
I know what culture looks like.
It looks like butts in seats.
Butts in seats mean control.
Control means management.
Management means me.
RTO isn't about productivity.
It never was.
It's about seeing people.
So I know they exist.
So I know they're working.
So I know I'm in charge.
That's culture.
As long as the badge swipes go up and to the right.
The ADHD Tax:
It’s not just meds or therapy costs, it’s the late fees, unopened mail, lost gift cards, and those “free trials” that somehow turned into $14.99 a month.
It’s the cost of a brain that cares deeply but forgets easily, that runs twenty tabs at once in a world built for one. XO, Dr. Jen
i have no desire to be rich so i can buy a lambo or birkins.
I want to be rich so I can control my time and go to the gym at 2 pm on a wednesday.
sit at a cafe and relax for an hour on a rainy afternoon.
so I can cook meals at home with fresh ingredients.
spend on my family and friends without worrying about a budget.
that’s my idea of a rich life, not the fake consumerist idea shoved down my throat.
After the Nuremberg Trials, one of the most unsettling conclusions did not come from the courtroom, but from the psychiatrist tasked with evaluating the defendants.
Dr. Douglas Kelley, the U.S. Army psychiatrist assigned to assess many of the senior Nazi officials, expected to find monsters people fundamentally different from the rest of humanity. He did not.
What disturbed him most was how ordinary they were.
They were not raving madmen. They were not obvious sociopaths. They were intelligent, educated, and often convinced they were simply doing their duty, following orders, or serving a higher cause. Kelley warned that this was the real danger: evil does not always look abnormal. It often presents itself as competence, obedience, and institutional loyalty.
His central warning was deeply uncomfortable there are people with morally vacant or destructive tendencies everywhere. In every society. In every era. What determines the outcome is whether systems elevate those people, shield them from accountability, and normalize their behavior, and whether ordinary citizens are willing to question authority when it matters most.
Modern bureaucracies and institutions are powerful precisely because they diffuse responsibility. Decisions are broken into policies, protocols, committees, and “best practices.” Harm is rarely framed as harm; it is reframed as necessity, risk management, or compliance. Individuals are encouraged not to think morally, but procedurally.
This is how ordinary people become capable of extraordinary wrongdoing by outsourcing conscience to institutions and convincing themselves that accountability lies somewhere else.
The lesson of Nuremberg is not that “those people were different.” It is that they were not.
That is why vigilance matters. That is why blind trust in authority is dangerous. And that is why a healthy society must protect dissent, accountability, and moral courage especially when it is inconvenient.
History does not repeat itself because people forget facts. It repeats itself when people convince themselves, “It could never happen here.”
Last quarter I rolled out Microsoft Copilot to 4,000 employees.
$30 per seat per month.
$1.4 million annually.
I called it "digital transformation."
The board loved that phrase.
They approved it in eleven minutes.
No one asked what it would actually do.
Including me.
I told everyone it would "10x productivity."
That's not a real number.
But it sounds like one.
HR asked how we'd measure the 10x.
I said we'd "leverage analytics dashboards."
They stopped asking.
Three months later I checked the usage reports.
47 people had opened it.
12 had used it more than once.
One of them was me.
I used it to summarize an email I could have read in 30 seconds.
It took 45 seconds.
Plus the time it took to fix the hallucinations.
But I called it a "pilot success."
Success means the pilot didn't visibly fail.
The CFO asked about ROI.
I showed him a graph.
The graph went up and to the right.
It measured "AI enablement."
I made that metric up.
He nodded approvingly.
We're "AI-enabled" now.
I don't know what that means.
But it's in our investor deck.
A senior developer asked why we didn't use Claude or ChatGPT.
I said we needed "enterprise-grade security."
He asked what that meant.
I said "compliance."
He asked which compliance.
I said "all of them."
He looked skeptical.
I scheduled him for a "career development conversation."
He stopped asking questions.
Microsoft sent a case study team.
They wanted to feature us as a success story.
I told them we "saved 40,000 hours."
I calculated that number by multiplying employees by a number I made up.
They didn't verify it.
They never do.
Now we're on Microsoft's website.
"Global enterprise achieves 40,000 hours of productivity gains with Copilot."
The CEO shared it on LinkedIn.
He got 3,000 likes.
He's never used Copilot.
None of the executives have.
We have an exemption.
"Strategic focus requires minimal digital distraction."
I wrote that policy.
The licenses renew next month.
I'm requesting an expansion.
5,000 more seats.
We haven't used the first 4,000.
But this time we'll "drive adoption."
Adoption means mandatory training.
Training means a 45-minute webinar no one watches.
But completion will be tracked.
Completion is a metric.
Metrics go in dashboards.
Dashboards go in board presentations.
Board presentations get me promoted.
I'll be SVP by Q3.
I still don't know what Copilot does.
But I know what it's for.
It's for showing we're "investing in AI."
Investment means spending.
Spending means commitment.
Commitment means we're serious about the future.
The future is whatever I say it is.
As long as the graph goes up and to the right.
On paper it is gorgeous. Two toothbrushes in one cup. Tiny socks on the radiator. Someone whose face you know in the dark reaching for you at 3:12 and not leaving. A small person with your eyes and their laugh eating cereal too slowly before school. It sounds like the closest thing to safety we have ever invented.
But a lot of people did not grow up watching love look like that. They grew up watching marriage be a war that never declared itself out loud. 19:40 on a Tuesday, plates not quite slammed, voices just quiet enough for the neighbors not to hear. A father sleeping on the couch for three years. A mother doing the emotional admin for five people and getting a wilted bouquet once a year as a receipt. The child learns quickly that forever can be a threat as easily as it is a promise.
You say mini mes. A lot of people hear smaller witnesses. Witnesses to debt. To screaming in the car park. To one parent disappearing for six months and calling it adjusting. Some bodies carry the memory of being the kid who held the camera and took the Christmas photo where nobody spoke to each other for two days after. They do not crave that house. They crave never putting anyone through it.
There is another layer no one likes talking about because it sounds too practical for a sacred topic. Mortgage rates that bite. Groceries that feel like a test. Friends burning out in two jobs and still wondering if they can afford a dentist, не те що дитину. Bodies that already wake tired. The idea of bringing in a small, breakable person is not just cute to them. It is a spreadsheet with red numbers and a nervous system that shakes.
And then there are the ones who were never told they were allowed to want something for themselves first. To them, choosing no partner and no kids for now is not selfishness. It is the first act of self parenting. It is finally learning to feed the part of them that was always the one doing the caretaking. They are not missing the desire. Sometimes they are surgically removing the compulsion put in them by a culture that treated women as wombs and men as wallets.
Some people hear spouse and feel warmth. Others hear spouse and feel a hand closing over their life. Some people look at a child and feel their chest widen. Others look at their own sleep schedule, their own untreated trauma, their own rage in traffic and think not yet, not like this. That is not nihilism. That is responsibility. The bravest thing some people will ever do is break the chain by not adding another link.
Marriage and children can be the most beautiful thing. They can also be the most efficient way to hide from yourself. It is easy to call it forever if you have never sat with your own loneliness without a witness. It is easy to say mini me if you have not yet met the parts of you that should not be replicated without serious editing. Many people want to arrive to that altar and that nursery with less unprocessed violence in their hands. That takes time. That looks from the outside like drifting.
If you are lucky enough to want it and still be soft when you picture it, hold that gently. Do not turn your hunger into a ruler you hit others with. The world has given plenty of reasons to be afraid of binding contracts and tiny hearts. Climate, war, courts, childhood bedrooms where love was conditional on performance. Not everyone has healed enough to gamble a child on their hope.
Ask people what they want under all the noise. Some will say a partner and kids. Some will say a room, a dog, three good friends and work that feels honest. Some will say I do not know yet, I was never given space to ask. The distance is not as far as it looks. Everyone is hunting the same thing under different packaging. A place where their nervous system can stop scanning the door. A hand that stays. A tomorrow that is not a threat.
You can stand in your dream of spouse and children without needing the whole planet to agree.