Death is a topic that the wider human race often avoids. It is an uncomfortable truth that one day, we will be gone from this world. It’s as though much of human kind is pre-occupied with a collective denial of our mortality. Of course, this somewhat makes sense; if we acknowledge the temporary nature of our existence, it raises complex questions about purpose and the value in striving to achieve more. For neurodivergent people, particularly Autistic people, this conversation is further complicated. Our life expectancy is generally shorter, and we live with an increased threat of death via interpersonal violence. My own personal experience of the topic is wrought with trauma. Death is at the core of my acquired neurodivergence. It is my fear of death that drives my Schizophrenic paranoia. It has taken many years of reflection to realise that. So, I find myself constantly battling with the question of whatnthe purpose is in my existence, and if there is any point in trying to achieve good things if one day they’ll be largely forgotten anyway. Having recently been diagnosed with liver cirrhosis these questions are prominent to me. I am, of course, a parent. A major part of my existence is for the love I have for my children. My departure would cause immense pain to others, and I would rather that wasn’t my legacy. However, on the broader question of my purpose as a mortal creature, I find myself again returning to Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell:
My physical, even conscious existence in this world may be temporary. That is the truth of most human experiences. However, the words and actions that I release into the world forever alter the trajectory of the future. Even in simple terms, I am constantly changing the path of photons that have travelled through space. They reflect off my body, and their path will never be the same again. I talk to others, and they internalise the little comments that I don’t even notice, then carrying them to others, who carry them to others, and so on. Simply by existing, I alter the path of the universe. As such, I find I am less lost when it comes to the purpose of my temporary existence. Because, it would seem, my physical body is the only temporary part of this existence. The ramifications of my being here will go on for all of time, even if only in a small way. In fact, it is likely that the result of my existence will grow exponentially as time continues. So, while mortality drives a lot of my existential dread, there is a strange comfort in the fact that my actions, and the actions of my neurokin, will long outlive the human race. It would seem that there is something we owe to this world, and that is to release as much mindful kindness into the world as we can before our temporary embodiment ceases. We are not as mortal as it would seem. You're currently a free subscriber to David Gray-Hammond. For the full experience, upgrade your subscription.
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Sunday, 28 December 2025
Neurodivergence & Mortality
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