I’ve only just now learned how to ‘read between the lines’. I think that’s part of what it means to be autistic. For me, it’s not because I wasn’t the brightest bulb, but because part of me believed that people were intrinsically empathetic and just, because those are good traits, and I believed that people wanted to be good. I know now that things aren’t so simple, and though most people are good, they rely on subtext and disguise their motives to not seem blunt, rude, or simply to avoid facing something painful.
I think there’s a lot of really hurt people and that changes who they are. You wouldn’t believe how many people confided their past trauma to me. There’s a lot of dark people. I studied psychology, read many many books. But still I’m oblivious to a lot of things. It’s like a friend that comes out being gay, oh okay, I mean it crossed my mind, I hope you find someone—sorry I don’t roll that way.
I’ve only just now learned how to ‘read between the lines’. I think that’s part of what it means to be autistic. For me, it’s not because I wasn’t the brightest bulb, but because part of me believed that people were intrinsically empathetic and just, because those are good traits, and I believed that people wanted to be good. I know now that things aren’t so simple, and though most people are good, they rely on subtext and disguise their motives to not seem blunt, rude, or simply to avoid facing something painful.
I think there’s a lot of really hurt people and that changes who they are. You wouldn’t believe how many people confided their past trauma to me. There’s a lot of dark people. I studied psychology, read many many books. But still I’m oblivious to a lot of things. It’s like a friend that comes out being gay, oh okay, I mean it crossed my mind, I hope you find someone—sorry I don’t roll that way.