I’ve had an epiphany.
Neurodivergent people remind me of Stan Lee’s X-Men.
As a mother raising three neurodivergent children—and possibly being neurodivergent myself—I see it clearly now. Their minds move in patterns the world doesn’t always recognize. Their focus, creativity, tenacity—superpowers in plain sight. And yes, I’m learning to name my own.
But like the X-Men, gifts can be misunderstood. When people don’t know what they’re seeing, fear fills in the blanks. Labels show up. Doors close. Systems try to “fix” what isn’t broken.
What if we chose curiosity over fear?
What if classrooms, churches, and teams became training grounds—places where strengths are supported and challenges are resourced? What if we treated sensory needs and stims like specialized gear, not flaws? What if we built communities where difference isn’t merely tolerated—it’s treasured?
Here’s the truth: the world needs all kinds of minds. The visionaries. The quiet strategists. The pattern-finders. The kids who color beyond the borders and the adults who see connections others miss.
Neurodivergence isn’t a glitch in the code. It’s evidence of a limitless Creator—and a reminder that humanity was never meant to be one-note. Like our favorite heroes, we’re not here to destroy the world; we’re here to change it.
Love casts out fear. Understanding keeps it out. Let’s build both.
About this post
This reflection is part of my ongoing Parenting + Neurodiversity series—faith-forward notes from a Gen X mama raising three brilliant, beautifully wired kids. If it resonates, share it and join the conversation: @LelaJFagan • memoirsofablackgirl.com.
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