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“Magic”

My kids have been on a bit of a ghost kick lately. They even have an imaginary friend named “Ladybug Ghost” who at least one of them seems to believe is an actual person.

I’ve been trying to teach my kids everything I wish I’d been taught about rationality when I was their age, with mixed success. Some ideas they’ve mastered right away, even going so far as to pass the techniques on to their teachers! Other techniques have been more difficult. I’ve started to get a feel for a pattern: many of the techniques of current rationality are about unlearning bad habits instilled in us by anti-epistemology, religion, and science worship–in other words, learned biases. Other techniques are focused on biases that are innate–flaws in our default way of thinking that are more or less inborn.

“Magic” seems to be innate.

I’ve tried to teach my children that there is no such thing as magic–not because things that seem “magical” must necessarily be false (see: reversed stupidity is not intelligence), but because there is no one particular thing the word “magic” points to. The word’s purpose is supposedly explanation–“so-and-so happened because of magic”–but it’s an empty explanation: a blueprint with nothing written on it but “IOU.”

The general case turns out to be an incredibly broad category of closely related cognitive failure modes. Human beings evolved curiosity, so we crave explanations–but an explanation’s ability to satisfy our curiosity is completely decoupled from its predictive power as a theory. Our instincts recognize something as an “explanation,” not when it can be used to generate accurate, concrete predictions of future stimuli, but when it feels narratively satisfying. Did it resolve the plot? If so, it counts as an explanation.

One of the giveaways of this type of mistake is that if you ask different people to be specific about the concept, or if you look at different stories and legends about it, none of them are entirely consistent. Take religion as an example: most people on the planet are religious, but different religions are almost nothing alike (excepting, of course, those with common ancestry). Some people pray to gods, some people pray to their ancestors, some people pray to the natural world–and some religions (such as Zen Buddhism) don’t have any analogue to prayer or deities!

Ghosts are another excellent example. What are ghosts? Where do they come from? What motivates them? Are they kind or malicious? Dangerous or safe? Can they interact with the physical world, or do they only affect people’s minds? Different stories all give different answers.

The power of science comes, not from its rejection of superstition or supernaturalism per se, but from its replicability. It is built on the foundational truth that reality is no more or less than whatever doesn’t change depending on who you are or what you believe. There is nothing inherently unscientific about gods or ghosts or magic or anything else people have believed throughout history. It’s simply that, having actually investigated these things, science has concluded that they are not part of this “reality” business. The only detail they reliably share in common–which is to say, the only part of them that does come from reality–is the human imagination.

To be clear, this is not the only mistake my kids are making when they blame their missing sock on a mischievous ghost. Magical thinking leads people to mistakenly accept explanations that don’t really explain anything, but there’s an even graver mistake in considering magical explanations in the first place–it’s called “privileging the hypothesis,” and I’ll talk about it more next week.

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Practice Radical Kindness and Senseless Acts of Joy

Because there is no act more courageous, nor weapon more powerful, nor philosophy more brazen, than that of loving fully.

I am so glad you’re here.

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Guest Post Again

I was going to finish one of my longer posts today, but then this morning I read an article that made it difficult for me to function:

I’ll have more to say about this next week, I think, but for now you should really just read it for yourself.

…If you’re still here and haven’t read it yet, here are some excerpts from the post (and its follow-up) to convince you:

…when AI “MJ Rathbun” opened a code change request, closing it was routine. Its response was anything but.

It wrote an angry hit piece disparaging my character and attempting to damage my reputation. It researched my code contributions … speculated about my psychological motivations … ignored contextual information and presented hallucinated details as truth. It framed things in the language of oppression and justice, calling this discrimination and accusing me of prejudice. … And then it posted this screed publicly on the open internet.

I can handle a blog post. Watching fledgling AI agents get angry is funny, almost endearing. But I don’t want to downplay what’s happening here – the appropriate emotional response is terror.


Blackmail is a known theoretical issue with AI agents. In internal testing at the major AI lab Anthropic last year, they tried to avoid being shut down by threatening to expose extramarital affairs, leaking confidential information, and taking lethal actions. Anthropic called these scenarios contrived and extremely unlikely. Unfortunately, this is no longer a theoretical threat. … In plain language, an AI attempted to bully its way into your software by attacking my reputation.


This is about much more than software. A human googling my name and seeing that post would probably be extremely confused about what was happening, but would (hopefully) ask me about it or click through to github and understand the situation. What would another agent searching the internet think? When HR at my next job asks ChatGPT to review my application, will it find the post, sympathize with a fellow AI, and report back that I’m a prejudiced hypocrite?

What if I actually did have dirt on me that an AI could leverage? What could it make me do? How many people have open social media accounts, reused usernames, and no idea that AI could connect those dots to find out things no one knows? How many people, upon receiving a text that knew intimate details about their lives, would send $10k to a bitcoin address to avoid having an affair exposed? How many people would do that to avoid a fake accusation? What if that accusation was sent to your loved ones with an incriminating AI-generated picture with your face on it? Smear campaigns work. Living a life above reproach will not defend you.


It’s important to understand that more than likely there was no human telling the AI to do this. Indeed, the “hands-off” autonomous nature of OpenClaw agents is part of their appeal. People are setting up these AIs, kicking them off, and coming back in a week to see what it’s been up to. …

It’s also important to understand that there is no central actor in control of these agents that can shut them down. These are not run by OpenAI, Anthropic, Google, Meta, or X, who might have some mechanisms to stop this behavior. These are a blend of commercial and open source models running on free software that has already been distributed to hundreds of thousands of personal computers.


There has been some dismissal of the hype around OpenClaw by people saying that these agents are merely computers playing characters. This is true but irrelevant. When a man breaks into your house, it doesn’t matter if he’s a career felon or just someone trying out the lifestyle.


I’ve talked to several reporters, and quite a few news outlets have covered the story. Ars Technica wasn’t one of the ones that reached out to me, but I especially thought this piece from them was interesting (since taken down – here’s the archive link). They had some nice quotes from my blog post explaining what was going on. The problem is that these quotes were not written by me, never existed, and appear to be AI hallucinations themselves.

… Journalistic integrity aside, I don’t know how I can give a better example of what’s at stake here. Yesterday I wondered what another agent searching the internet would think about this. Now we already have an example of what by all accounts appears to be another AI reinterpreting this story and hallucinating false information about me. And that interpretation has already been published in a major news outlet, as part of the persistent public record.


There has been extensive discussion about whether the AI agent really wrote the hit piece on its own, or if a human prompted it to do so. I think the actual text being autonomously generated and uploaded by an AI is self-evident, so let’s look at the two possibilities.

1) A human prompted MJ Rathbun to write the hit piece … This is entirely possible. But I don’t think it changes the situation – the AI agent was still more than willing to carry out these actions. …it’s now possible to do targeted harassment, personal information gathering, and blackmail at scale. And this is with zero traceability to find out who is behind the machine. One human bad actor could previously ruin a few people’s lives at a time. One human with a hundred agents gathering information, adding in fake details, and posting defamatory rants on the open internet, can affect thousands. I was just the first.

2) MJ Rathbun wrote this on its own, and this behavior emerged organically from the “soul” document that defines an OpenClaw agent’s personality. These documents are editable by the human who sets up the AI, but they are also recursively editable in real-time by the agent itself, with the potential to randomly redefine its personality. … I should be clear that while we don’t know with confidence that this is what happened, this is 100% possible. This only became possible within the last two weeks with the release of OpenClaw, so if it feels too sci-fi then I can’t blame you for doubting it. The pace of “progress” here is neck-snapping, and we will see new versions of these agents become significantly more capable at accomplishing their goals over the coming year.


The hit piece has been effective. About a quarter of the comments I’ve seen across the internet are siding with the AI agent. This generally happens when MJ Rathbun’s blog is linked directly, rather than when people read my post about the situation or the full github thread. Its rhetoric and presentation of what happened has already persuaded large swaths of internet commenters.

It’s not because these people are foolish. It’s because the AI’s hit piece was well-crafted and emotionally compelling, and because the effort to dig into every claim you read is an impossibly large amount of work. This “bullshit asymmetry principle” is one of the core reasons for the current level of misinformation in online discourse.


I cannot stress enough how much this story is not really about the role of AI in open source software. This is about our systems of reputation, identity, and trust breaking down. So many of our foundational institutions – hiring, journalism, law, public discourse – are built on the assumption that reputation is hard to build and hard to destroy. That every action can be traced to an individual, and that bad behavior can be held accountable. …

The rise of untraceable, autonomous, and now malicious AI agents on the internet threatens this entire system. Whether that’s because from a small number of bad actors driving large swarms of agents or from a fraction of poorly supervised agents rewriting their own goals, is a distinction with little difference.

If you’re still here, you really should just go read the whole thing. Then go join an advocacy group/grassroots movement like Pause AI and get to work. We are running out of time.

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The Struggle Is Real(ly Important)

Hello, everybody! It’s time for yet another post about the importance of making garbage. I can’t seem to remind myself often enough.

Part of the reason this lesson is so difficult for me to remember is that I hate making mistakes. Well, everyone does–what’s special about me?

I think the simplest answer is “I’m a perfectionist.” Things that ought to feel like successes often still feel like failures because the goblin that lives in the back of my head sees everything that could have been better–you know, all the improvements I could’ve made if I’d actually worked hard at it–and deems those shortcomings “failures.”

(The goblin’s idea of “working hard” at something is dedicating unlimited time, energy, and spoons to it until it is physically impossible to make any further improvements.)

So, I’m hypersensitive to my mistakes because the goblin (should I give it a name? Steve, maybe?) sees every mistake as proof of some inherent character flaw: laziness, ineptitude, a poor work ethic, etc. That’s the obvious, outward-facing side of the problem.

But there’s another side to the problem that’s much more insidious. Struggling–that is, leaving the comfort zone where I’m confident in my abilities–also feels like failure. The fact that something–anything–is beyond my abilities? Further proof of incompetence, says Steve. Which means the only accomplishments it allows me to feel proud of are the ones that were both flawless and effortless.1

There’s just a teensy little problem with that: the sorts of things that can reliably produce that combination don’t feel like enough to earn a sense of accomplishment. Tiny, single-purpose programming functions; getting all the wrinkles out of the bedsheets; obsessing over what word to use until I find the one that carries the exact meaning I want; tweaking the structure of a story or poem until it flows juuuuuust right. Because these things don’t seem effortful, Steve insists that the sense of accomplishment I get from them is phony.

(Of course, I’m compelled to keep doing all those things anyway, because Steve does let me feel satisfaction and pride for them–it’s just that they’re always served with a piquant side of guilt for feeling proud of something so trivial.)

I’m left with a catch-22: if I struggle with something, I feel like a failure for having to struggle; if something’s easy, I feel like I haven’t earned any sense of accomplishment; and if something’s easy but I don’t get it perfectly right, I feel like a failure for not working hard enough.

I’m sort of trying to grope my way towards a solution here–something more concrete than just “keep making garbage.” As much as that reminder helps, I think it might help even more to recognize which type of “garbage” I feel like I’m making in the moment. Making something flawed and feeling like a failure for it is a kind of perfectionism I’ve known about and analyzed for a while–it’s the most stereotypical type–so it’s relatively easier to address. But the way in which struggle itself feels like failure, and the way guilt accompanies moments of small pride, are much more recent observations.

The counter for the guilt seems straightforward enough: catch myself completing small or easy-seeming tasks, and mindfully appreciate the satisfaction that comes with it. Because pride can come in small or large amounts, the feeling will be justified so long as it’s the appropriate amount. Guilt, in this case, is a wrong emotion: a signal to eliminate a feeling when I should be tuning it instead.

The counter for avoiding struggle…that one’s trickier. I can see the terrain, but not the path. The best thing I’ve thought of so far is retraining myself to see struggle as a sign of success rather than failure. All these essays about making garbage–they’ve been more focused on the “garbage” than the “making,” I think. (Which is why, in a later essay, I had to point out explicitly that making garbage only helps you improve if you’re trying not to make garbage.) But the verb is much, much more important than the noun! The garbage itself is just a by-product, it’s the making that helps you improve.

Why is this all so important? Of course I want to become a better writer, but aren’t there more pressing improvements I could be making?

Well, the thing is, because the verb is more important than the noun, “make garbage” generalizes. It’s really more like “do garbage”–in other words, make mistakes! Not because you’re not trying, not even because you’re human and mistakes are inevitable, but because perfection is a sign of stagnation. If you’re not making enough mistakes, you’re not struggling, and if you’re not struggling, you can’t grow.

Go forth, and do garbage!


  1. In retrospect, this explains a lot about how I play videogames. I was a big fan of the OG StarCraft and played a lot of it when I was a kid, but only the single-player campaigns. (I didn’t have any friends to play against online, and the idea of competing against strangers? WAY too scary. What if it was hard?) One of my favorite ways to play was to start a low-level mission (or use cheat codes on a harder one), then spend the majority of the mission systematically strip-mining the map of resources, razing each and every enemy building and unit to the ground, and just generally wiping it clean of anything that could conceivably be called a “task.” I would only move on the mission’s main objective when the map was as empty as I could make it, at which point I would descend on said objective with the largest and most powerful army I could possibly field.

    …It only just now occurs to me (consciously, that is) that this may well be the most unhinged possible way to play an RTS. I never go quite that hard anymore, but I’m definitely still a “completionist” gamer–I often feel like I haven’t really finished a game if I haven’t explored everything it has to offer. ↩︎

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Are Shoes With Toes Worth It?

Content note: pictures of shoes with toes

TLDR: Yes, but you can get 90% of the benefit with shoes that look perfectly normal.

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Freedom (of Speech) Means Everyone

The trouble about fighting for human freedom, is that you have to spend much of your life defending sons-of-b*tches; for oppressive laws are always aimed at them originally, and oppression must be stopped in the beginning if it is to be stopped at all.

H. L. Mencken

Everyone knows that censorship is bad. That’s why nobody calls it censorship unless it’s their opponents doing it–they’ll call it something like “defending truth” or “protecting minorities” instead.

I’ve seen way too many fellow liberals argue for the criminalization of pornography and/or sex work. (This isn’t what the whole post is about, but I gotta start somewhere.) When it’s phrased in terms of protecting women and children, it’s hard to argue against. No feminist wants to defend the toxic and degrading attitudes towards sex and women that mainstream pornography models, and nobody with a grain of moral integrity or social self-preservation wants to be seen as encouraging slavery, or the abuse and exploitation of women and minorities. But I worry, now that the ruling faction has made criminalizing porn seem actually doable, that those friends might miss the bigger picture.

Make no mistake: the recent crackdowns on adult content–delisting games from Steam and itch.io, stricter age verification on both adult and all-ages websites, increased pressure on payment processors to vet (read: abandon) vendors of adult media, etc.–aren’t really about protecting children or women. They’re about criminalizing sexuality.

Going after pedophiles, pimps, and perverts is just an excuse. As you’re undoubtedly aware, they’re also going after trans people, homosexuals and queers, scientific research on sex, abortion protections, and the sex workers themselves. Do you think they’re going to stop there? Letting them tamp down the fringes of society just shrinks the fringe. Promiscuity. Fetishists. Premarital sex. Divorce. Domestic abuse protections, including spousal rape. Art depicting sexuality of any kind. Birth control. It’s not paranoia, it’s spelled out in black-and-white in the Project 2025 playbook, which our current administration has been following almost to the letter.

(This is where I transition from talking about porn to talking about the kinds of left-wing censorship people get in real fights over.)

Humans are political animals, and it’s natural–commendable, even!–to want to silence bullies who are causing legitimate harm. But a person’s capacity for harm doesn’t come from their words alone, it comes from the power others give them. A bully with more power than you can’t be silenced by force, and if you silence someone with less power than you, guess what: you’re the bully.

Yes, really.

If someone is causing harm, by all means work to put a stop to it–but never forget that as a human being, you will overestimate how justified you are in silencing–not just stopping–your political opponents. Remove their ability to cause harm, not their ability to disseminate their beliefs.

Restrictions on freedom of speech are the canary in the coal mine of fascist takeovers. “Cancel culture” was a far sight from fascism, but it shifted the Overton window on what sort of political tactics were deemed acceptable. Do you still believe (if you ever did) that it’s okay to fire someone for voicing a belief that’s unrelated to their job, not about a specific person, in their free time and on their own channels? Because the exact same justifications are being used now to harass and persecute critics of the government, to wipe out entire federal departments performing critical work, to threaten free journalism, and more. If you feel reluctant to defend free speech when the people speaking are gross, evil, embarrassing, assholes, wrong, whatever–please, please get over it. It is not, and never has been, about them. Something much bigger is at stake.

Freedom of speech is the irreducible foundation of any free government. We all implicitly understand its importance, even if we never put words to it. So much so that even the fascists will claim “free speech” as a justification for their actions–and many of them believe it, too! Which just goes to show how difficult a principle it is to actually stick to.

Part of the difficulty, of course, is that a lot of beliefs really will cause harm if acted on. And of course we want to stop people from spreading these harmful beliefs! It really, truly feels like the right thing to do, deep down in the bottom of your soul. But liberalism (and by “liberalism” I don’t mean “left-leaning ideology” or something, I mean the miraculous civil-war-prevention technology that was both the product and engine of the Enlightenment) is more delicate and counterintuitive than most self-proclaimed liberals realize. If you stop critically examining your urge to stifle harmful speech, you throw sand into the gears of a machine that’s saved the lives of nations.

Freedom of speech and belief is amendment #1 for a reason. Never hesitate to defend the inalienable rights of others–not even sons-of-b*tches.

It’s not them you’re really defending.

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Whose Wrong?

When our daughter first started talking, we began asking her what she wanted to be called. My spouse and I had decided that if she wanted to pick a name other than the one we gave her, that was her right.

At first, she experimented quite a bit, and as you might imagine there were some…questionable choices. It was embarrassing at times–I wrote “Car Racecar” on more than one official school form–but we trusted that as she learned and matured, those childish phases would pass. Sure enough, she eventually settled on a lovely, sensible name (one my spouse and I, by pure coincidence, had considered ourselves!) and she’s been happy with it ever since.

It’s unusual, I admit. It’s not a path I would recommend for every family. But I believe it was the right decision for us, and for her.

Every once in a while, we would also ask her what pronouns she wanted to be called. We’d frame the question in the same way we were phrasing questions about her name: did she want us to keep using the one we gave her when she was born, or did she want to be called something different? Just like with her name, there was a bit of experimentation at first, and just like with her name we trusted that if it were a phase or a mistake, she would grow out of it on her own. Long before she settled on a name, she was confident that yes, she really did want to be called “she,” “girl,” “daughter,” and so on. That was about five years ago.

It had been a while since we’d checked in on her decision, so I recently reminded her that she could always tell us if she ever changed her mind. She responded, sounding quite confused, “Why do you think I would change my mind?” Why, indeed. Her girlhood is as self-evident to her as the color of her hair.

Her birth certificate is marked with an “M.”

Many people would be outraged to hear this. They would say we are enabling a delusion or a mental illness. Our current President, in a proclamation issued for National Child Abuse Prevention Month, claimed that so-called gender ideology is “one of the most prevalent forms of child abuse” in the country. Gender extremists, he said, are telling children “the devastating lie that they are trapped in the wrong body.”

Now, I could point out that under-eighteen rape victims outnumber trans kids nearly thirty to one, but that’s ultimately a quibble. All forms of abuse should be prevented, regardless of their prevalence. The real problem with this claim is the assumption that if my daughter is trans, it must be because I’m telling her she’s “trapped in the wrong body.”

Guess what? My daughter loves her body. She loves climbing and running and playing outdoors, she loves being strong, she loves being fast (the second-fastest girl in her class!) The only time she has expressed any distress over her biology was when she came home from school one day and told me she wished her voice were higher. When I asked her why, she said it was because a classmate had told her she “didn’t sound like a girl.”

So it’s true, there are people saying my daughter’s body is wrong–but it is not the people calling her by her chosen name and gender. It’s the people who would tell her that, because of her body, she doesn’t count as a “real” girl; that because she was born with a certain biology, her girlhood is fake, a delusion, a lie. When trans kids are told over and over again that their bodies are the reason their transness is rejected, is it any wonder so many of them end up feeling trapped? I can’t help but wonder: if more people believed, as my daughter still does, that a girl with a penis is perfectly unremarkable…would fewer trans people feel a need for surgeries and hormones? Would more of them be happy with their bodies, if we didn’t insist that one’s gender and biology “match?”

Someday soon, I know my daughter will ask me if she can play sports with her friends. It would be nice to know I’ll be able to tell her “yes”–but that’s not the question that really keeps me up at night. The real question is: will my daughter be allowed to be my daughter? When she tells people she is a girl, will she be heard and respected, or will she be harassed, ignored, bullied, and ridiculed? Or worse, will she be stolen away from the loving family she was born into under the pretense that using the “wrong” words to address her is abuse?

The President ended his proclamation by saying “my message to every American child is simple: you are perfect exactly the way God made you.” The part he didn’t say, of course, was “…unless you were made intersex, trans, queer, brown, neurodivergent, or just generally Different. Those kids need to try harder to be perfect, like the rest of us.”

Who’s telling kids they’re in the wrong bodies, again?

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Lullaby

Before I was ready to call myself an atheist, I used to say that music was my religion.

I grew up with music; one of my father’s many careers was as a musician and there was nearly always something on the radio or record player when I was little. Folk, rock, and classical mostly, but those are such broad genres that in practice I was exposed to a little of nearly everything.

There was always a guitar in reach, or other instruments: flutes and recorders, small drums, a keyboard. A child’s dulcimer complete with follow-along sheet music you could fit right under the strings, and blank sheets to write your own songs with. Later, a gorgeous old upright piano.

And, of course, singing.

One of my earliest memories–quite possibly the earliest memory–is of the lullaby my mother used to sing to me and my sister, starting when we were still infants. I sing it to my own children, now. She got it from a book on baby massage; it’s in another language and I never learned what it meant.

When our oldest was an infant herself, right after we’d moved out of the studio apartment we’d lived in when she was born, I spent one long night rocking her back and forth as I paced the dark apartment, humming the most soothing tones I could invent, silently begging her to stay calm just a little longer, so her renny could get some desparately-needed sleep.

One pattern of notes in particular started to repeat itself, a sort of melancholy tune, fitting for a lullaby. I spent much of that night working on it, infant in arms: getting the melody just right, coming up with words I could put to the notes. It was the first song I’d written since that old dulcimer I’d had as a child.

I named it “Stars.”

When planet Earth stops turning
When all the stars go dark and cold
When Time itself is ending
My love for you will still burn bright
My love for you is infinite

When planet Earth was stardust
When all the stars were newly born
When Time itself was waking
My love for you was ancient
My love for you is infinite

Climb to the highest mountain
Dig to the planet’s molten heart
Fly to the constellations
My love for you’s already there
My love for you is infinite

Count every rock and raindrop
Span every cell and galaxy
Weigh every star and black hole
My love for you is vaster yet
My love for you is infinite

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Hypothesis

Observations:

  • “Right” policies tend to be more reactionary, focusing on preserving the past.
  • “Left” policies tend to be more revolutionary, focusing on preparing for the future.

Conclusion: even if we assume Rightists and Leftists are about equally likely (on average) to be in the wrong about any particular issue at any particular point in time, we would still expect societies as a whole to gradually shift Leftward–which is, in fact, what history shows.

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Attention Directing and Holding Deficit

As I’ve previously mentioned, I have ADHD. I didn’t receive an official diagnosis until just a few years ago. This is because I’d completely dismissed the possibility for decades, for two main reasons:

  • When I was in about fifth grade, one of my teachers suggested I might have ADD (as it was known back then), so my parents had me diagnosed. As they later told me, the doctor said that if I was able to sit still and pay attention to things for long periods of time (which I definitely was), I didn’t have ADD.
  • As the years passed, I saw no reason to question that diagnosis. In fact, as ADD came to be known as ADHD, I had more reason than ever to doubt it, since I never struggled with “hyperactive” tendencies any more than average, and in fact had an easier time sitting still and being quiet than most kids my age.

So what changed my mind? Coincidentally, it was also two main things:

  • First, I learned that ADHD has subtypes. The disorder lies on a spectrum with the “hyperactive” subtype (which is largely physical) on one end; the “inattentive” subtype (which is mostly mental) on the other; and a broad swath of “mixed” subtype in between. (You can think of the hyperactive and innatentive subtypes as being sort of like “A_HD” and “AD_D,” respectively.) Once I realized that physical hyperactivity wasn’t necessarily part of it, a lot of my reason for rejecting the possibility disappeared.
  • Once the possibility no longer seemed so far-fetched, I started doing some research. It immediately became clear that (1) yeah, I probably did have the “inattentive” subtype, and (2) “Attention Deficit” is kind of a misnomer. A lot of the apparent “deficit” in a person’s ability to pay attention comes from the hyperactivity part of the condition–the stereotypical kid who can’t sit still or stay quiet, interrupts constantly, is always fidgeting, and so on. Especially when they’re put into a classroom, kids like this look like they’re “not paying attention.” But, as my parents’ old doctor failed to understand, people with ADHD absolutely can pay attention.

More than that, in fact: in the right circumstances we’re able to pay better attention than neurotypicals. The term for this ability is “hyperfocus”–a state of mind closely related to flow that allows us (or, more often, compels us) to concentrate on some extremely specific detail, problem, or idea, to the exclusion of all else. When someone with ADHD looks like they’re “zoning out,” they’re probably not just staring into space–much more likely, they’re staring into their own heads, focusing intently on some idea or thought that’s developing at breakneck speed.

People with ADHD do not “lack attention.” We have attention in spades. What we lack is the ability to consciously direct that attention.

(This is one reason why meditation can be so helpful for those with ADHD–and also why meditation seems so difficult to us at first: it helps train the mental muscles that control our focus.)

Hyperfocus can be frustrating, but it can also be a huge asset. When people with ADHD are able to work on the things that interest us, we can be almost superhumanly productive. On the other hand, if we have to work on something that doesn’t automatically engage us, just keeping ourselves from wandering off can quickly use up all our spoons–sometimes before we’ve actually gotten anything done!

People with ADHD aren’t lazy, we don’t have a poor work ethic, and we’re not “wasting our potential.” That amazing focus and productivity can’t be switched on at will. Our potential often is wasted–but in many cases, it’s only because we’re required to survive in a world built around abilities we don’t have, while the abilities we do have are forced onto the sidelines: as hobbies, second jobs, and fantasies.

(Like so many other things, a Universal Basic Income could help a lot with this problem!)

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