My own personal theory about Brains...and why NT are just average...

My Personal Theory on how brains work
Kristen Carder asked me to post this in an ADHD group, when I responded to a post with my theory.

MY THEORY ON BRAIN CAPACITY

What you should assume:

brains can only work "100%."
100% looks different for everyone.(Some people have a higher level of "brain strength" than others.)
A neurotypical brain is just the average brain, the "brain strength" of MOST people.

How this breaks down:

Everyone has all these incredible subcategories in their brain.
all subcategories total 100%
for the sake of this let's just say there are 4 brain categories, A, B, C, D

a NT brain is simply the categories are just more evenly spread.

A =22%
B=28%
C=23%
D=26%

OUR BRAINS may look more like this

A=60%
B=30%
C=8%
D=2%

They both still total 100%. They just look different in how they function.

To me, it makes sense.

There only so much space in the brain. (literally and figuratively) and if you're really talented at one thing, you might not be for others.
Neither brain is right or wrong. They just perform at different capacities by subcategory.

Visual:

This is Temple Grandin's brain (famous person with Autism) look at her brain compared to a NT!

she is REALLY REALLY REALLY gifted in visual processing and problem-solving. She sees things differently than everyone else. It just makes sense other things have to give.

A NT brain is just average. How boring! ;)

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