You know what will also make you experience depression and sads? Getting shoved into a locker because it's funny to fuck with the kid who flaps his arms when he's happy and won't shut up about pokemon.
Another way is being completely unrelatable as an adult, and treated like a subhuman because of it. Pretty big fuckin' sads right there, bad enough, that damned unbridgeable gap - now imagine if your parents let your stimming run on tap like my first example.
What they're suggesting is a complete social abortion for fretting over a few cracked eggs and hurt feelings - the splits hurt for some people more than others and so does fitting in/not being the target of hard ostracism. Nobody in your adult life wants to hear about your sonic OC and that is a fact of life. Shit's how lolcows like Chris Chan are made.
Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.
The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass and knew when I was the punchline of someone else's joke and not IN on it. I grew up in the ghetto - many of the others grew up in cushy, coddled places where they could rattle off about their pokemon fixation with neigh impunity and were totally unprepared for the fuckedness of the social hierachies outside of gradeschool.
You smash an autistic kid's head into a wall and everyone fucking laughs. It's perfectly fine seemingly. No one cares about you. You don't have that "it" to them and probably never will.
I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized/familial care.
Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be fully understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine, post-soviet countries have been very kind and I feel at no deficit among them.
Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.
I'm always around for shits and giggles, and don't mind the consultation because I feel that many here are kindred regardless of what their estrangements to the mainline may be, normie or not.
must've really fucked with ya head huh?
As the alpha autist and defacto tard wrangler I guess I was naturally bestowed responsibility somewhat early. It wasn't always so bad, because I lowkey liked a lot of what a lot if them liked.
I guess I am one of the few who it kind of worked out for. It could have been a lot worse, and everytime I think I have it bad - I think of all those I carried through. I think of those I helped along the way thereafter and my burdens aren't so heavy. I thrive under pressure and I'll carry the next guy's load too.
I carry many proverbial tattered banners and bloodied flags. And here we are, at the edge of the world, with little else.
it some times feels like i am. like sometimes when i can't comprehend what someone is saying. and i'm just lost. but everyone else knows what that person is talking about but me.
You sound like someone I knew, fella had ADHD - had a hard time with processing things but was otherwise a solid person. A lot of people got this going on with them and don't always know until much later. It's an unfortunate thing.
And don't sweat it man, I ain't in the business of judging and hope I don't drone on too much, certainly didn't intend to weave a sob story because I'm not about that.
You know what will also make you experience depression and sads? Getting shoved into a locker because it's funny to fuck with the kid who flaps his arms when he's happy and won't shut up about pokemon.
Another way is being completely unrelatable as an adult, and treated like a subhuman because of it. Pretty big fuckin' sads right there, bad enough, that damned unbridgeable gap - now imagine if your parents let your stimming run on tap like my first example.
What they're suggesting is a complete social abortion for fretting over a few cracked eggs and hurt feelings - the splits hurt for some people more than others and so does fitting in/not being the target of hard ostracism. Nobody in your adult life wants to hear about your sonic OC and that is a fact of life. Shit's how lolcows like Chris Chan are made.
Basically, my whole life I have been fucked, heavily medicated, diagnosed with every single trendy mental illness on the menu. I have been in the same prototypal social skills classes as many the worse off autistics and I have seen some shit - many times I have had to look out for them being the somewhat normal one, or what passed for normal. I don't think I had a choice but to blend in and not really break character infront of normies because I had to stick up for them.
The ways they got fucked with was pretty brutal and it really wasn't fair. Some of them you just couldn't fix, nothing you could really do; some were just prone to being fucked with. The arm flapping thing is real, some of them were just that out there. Others kind of brought it on themselves but understanding the condition they probably didn't know better, but I dunno... I got beat up and slapped around so much early on that I guess I put on a good enough show to get a pass and knew when I was the punchline of someone else's joke and not IN on it. I grew up in the ghetto - many of the others grew up in cushy, coddled places where they could rattle off about their pokemon fixation with neigh impunity and were totally unprepared for the fuckedness of the social hierachies outside of gradeschool.
You smash an autistic kid's head into a wall and everyone fucking laughs. It's perfectly fine seemingly. No one cares about you. You don't have that "it" to them and probably never will.
I have seen what people who've had it worse have been through and where they've ended up. I am one of the last ones alive or not in some kind of institutionalized/familial care.
Myself, I feel it every interaction, that lack of "it" required to be fully understood as a human being. I've always had to be top of the hierarchy or not part of it at all, though strangely enough I get along with Eastern Europeans and Poles just fine, post-soviet countries have been very kind and I feel at no deficit among them.
Now, does it hurt to pretend to be normal? Compared to what I might have been if I had no leash on my interests, haha, no. No I would have gotten it so much worse.
I'm always around for shits and giggles, and don't mind the consultation because I feel that many here are kindred regardless of what their estrangements to the mainline may be, normie or not.
As the alpha autist and defacto tard wrangler I guess I was naturally bestowed responsibility somewhat early. It wasn't always so bad, because I lowkey liked a lot of what a lot if them liked.
I guess I am one of the few who it kind of worked out for. It could have been a lot worse, and everytime I think I have it bad - I think of all those I carried through. I think of those I helped along the way thereafter and my burdens aren't so heavy. I thrive under pressure and I'll carry the next guy's load too.
I carry many proverbial tattered banners and bloodied flags. And here we are, at the edge of the world, with little else.
You sound like someone I knew, fella had ADHD - had a hard time with processing things but was otherwise a solid person. A lot of people got this going on with them and don't always know until much later. It's an unfortunate thing.
And don't sweat it man, I ain't in the business of judging and hope I don't drone on too much, certainly didn't intend to weave a sob story because I'm not about that.