As with so many things, here I am processing how I feel by writing something about it. If you're involved with the autism community, please do feel free to l...
You’re at a barbeque and/or party, you look to your left there’s 1 or 2 people that you have spoken to before, but still you feel uncomfortable. You look to your right, you don’t spot anyone you know, so you gravitate towards the left. After half an hour you muster up the courage to introduce yourself for the second time in a year, and someone laughs because you’re being overly formal and they remember you from last time. Instantly you feel embarrassed for yourself and them, noone told you how you’re supposed to react in these scenarios and you pulled the wrong chance card out of existence. You go home later and for weeks afterwards you emotionally connect to that point in time. Everytime you think back you play that moment back where someone laughed. You worry the next time you’re invited to something social, you will react the same or worse.
How is this not debilitating? I’m fucking sick of neurotypical people telling us how we should react. You are the bullies and eventually we will prevail. You are a footnote in existence, we are the unique and interesting people that will destroy your shit lives. Fuck. Off.
You’re at a barbeque and/or party, you look to your left there’s 1 or 2 people that you have spoken to before, but still you feel uncomfortable. You look to your right, you don’t spot anyone you know, so you gravitate towards the left. After half an hour you muster up the courage to introduce yourself for the second time in a year, and someone laughs because you’re being overly formal and they remember you from last time. Instantly you feel embarrassed for yourself and them, noone told you how you’re supposed to react in these scenarios and you pulled the wrong chance card out of existence. You go home later and for weeks afterwards you emotionally connect to that point in time. Everytime you think back you play that moment back where someone laughed. You worry the next time you’re invited to something social, you will react the same or worse.
How is this not debilitating? I’m fucking sick of neurotypical people telling us how we should react. You are the bullies and eventually we will prevail. You are a footnote in existence, we are the unique and interesting people that will destroy your shit lives. Fuck. Off.