I mean for me, my hangups around this aren't around title or responsibilities or wealth. CEOs can go jump and I wish they would. But as a "gifted kid" I was taught from a young age that my value lay in my talent and potential, and there was always an expectation that I would grow up to be in some way remarkable on a grand scale. A famous creative or performer, someone who left a legacy or changed the world. So being 36 and not having done any of those things on a grand scale, it hits me right in the childhood trauma. And I suspect a lot of burned out former gifted kids (many of whom are autistic) have similar stories. Autistic folk are more resistant to social expectations, it's true, but we can still absolutely get saddled with harmful internalized messages like these.
It's taken a lot of therapy and hard work for me to even approach the possibility that being remarkable on ANY scale, including the one where I'm at right now, is good enough. That I am remarkable for who I am, not any of the things I've done or might do. And that goes for everyone. 🧡
@actuallyautistic
Looking back, I absolutely abhorred small talk at one point in my life, but now I put up with it.
It’s not that I cannot do it, it’s just so incredibly disingenuous. This is especially true when life gets rough but you have to keep lying about how you’re doing to people.
I also think it’s weird when other people pretend like everything is ok when it’s (clearly) not.
What are your thoughts/experiences with small talk?
@actuallyautistic
"To create Autopia, we must do away with cultural neuronormativity, and accept that human minds are diverse and beautiful. We must understand that no single neurocognitive style is superior to another.
Ultimately, we must create a world where words like neurotypical and neurodivergent become irrelevant."
David Gray-Hammond "The New Normal"
I think this is very important point many people do not understand about marginalized groups. Until we left discrimination behind and created a world, where we don't need to identify as such, we still need our labels. The aim is to create a world where there is no need for those labels anymore.
#ActuallyAutistic
I think Mastodon is a lifeline for many of us in the #ActuallyAutistic community. It may be harder to make friends, surrounded by neurotypicals in real life, and/or disabled and isolated.
I’m the same as many of us. No friends locally, only 2 people I’m close to + my partner, and also disabled and isolated. My biggest socialization is video chat and my cats.
Mastodon is great for us. I’ve enjoyed talking to you all every day.
The sucking my insides out feeling of loneliness is possibly the worst sensation in the world. It's something that I don't feel generally so long as I stay in my lane and radically accept being alone, but if I decide to drift out of it and try to actively make friends myself... boom.
I have *never* successfully made a friend as a result of deciding "i want to be friends with this interesting stranger" and then attempting to befriend them.
I have a *lot* of data collected from failures to back the correlation up, and yet I'm left wondering why my human body still persists in releasing drugs that it knows will make me feel terrible whenever I am stupid enough to allow myself to make the attempt.
You'd think it would have learned by now to *not* fall into a trap of hopeful excitement that this time will be different, and the resulting dopamine release cycle that occurs.
If it would just control itself, I would likely make more attempts to make friends, but every attempt feels like a physical knife wound as the result of utterly ridiculous chemical processes that make time pass slower to elongate suffering.
Every person I have ever been 'friends' with has initiated the process, always to my complete surprise, and of those 'friends', only 1 actually turned out to be a friend - and they married me.
The rest just wanted to take advantage of my naivete and eagerness to have friends, giving nothing in return, and I gaslit myself into believing those were friendships.
The people in my life are always as a result of my partner making friends, and those people then effectively being forced into spending time with me, so I have no idea if they actually like me or just tolerate me to remain friends with my partner.
And this isn't a "feel sad for me" post. It's just a spleen venting observation that the human body is fucking broken, and I would like it to stop now please.