Life and Being Disliked
As an Autistic adult in my thirties, recognizing that someone dislikes me, especially when they're making a point of it, is basically free comedy.
(This has nothing to do with my previous post, lunch with my cousins is still pending.)
Telling my partner "that person dislikes me" and them disagreeing, feels a lot like the repetitive nature of Wiley Coyote's inevitable demise. After all these years, my partner has to know going into this conversation that I'm going to have a whole PowerPoint presentation of evidence, and I do.
I guess allistics would say something like that because they want reassurance/disagreement/consolation, but I'm not like that. Even if I was experiencing Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria from it, no amount of logic would cure the mess that is my neuro type on a bad day. Also, RSD is incredibly rare with people who dislike me because ✨️Autistic Pattern Recognition✨️ told me ages ago this person wasn't gonna be one of mine to begin with. (On the off chance any young Autistic people ever read this, if it seems like they're being too nice/fake nice, they are. Conversations with other NDs feel like an exciting ping pong style thing. Manipulation feels like being the center of attention in an "all these new people love me and can't get enough of my stories" way. Protect yourself from the latter especially.)
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