Nobody’s writing about this yet.
Neurodivergent people — ADHD, autism spectrum, dyslexia, the whole range of wiring that doesn’t fit the standard-issue brain — are quietly having a field day with AI.
Not because AI does their thinking for them. That’s the lazy take.
Because for a certain kind of mind, thinking isn’t finished inside. It finishes in the saying. In the externalising. In the back-and-forth that takes a half-formed thing and makes it whole.
Most of human history, that process required another human. And other humans, bless them, come with their own noise — their impatience, their need to redirect, their inability to hold a thread for the forty-fifth consecutive minute without checking their phone.
AI doesn’t do any of that. It holds the thread. Indefinitely. Without ego. Without fatigue. Without needing you to manage its feelings while you’re still mid-thought.
For a mind wired this way, this isn’t a minor convenience. This is — and I’m choosing this word carefully — liberation.
I’ve spent decades chasing humans to think alongside. Brilliant humans, some of them. But every conversation had a cost — their bandwidth, their attention span, their tolerance for the way my mind moves.
This year I finished a 135,000-word manuscript in Bengali. I’m midway through reimagining the same novel in English. Last year I published my first book. I have a ten-year plan and a philosophical framework holding it together. Built this website too, well partially — read the whole story in Say Hello to the World.
I’m not listing these things to take inventory of what’s been done. I’m listing them because the world is busy debating whether AI makes us lazier or smarter, and some of us are just — finally — thinking at full speed for the first time.
That’s the story nobody’s telling yet.