I don’t believe I have any answers that anyone else cannot find for himself. Or to non-negate the previous statement: I do believe I have no answers that another cannot find for himself. I have a hard time reasoning in my mind the authenticity of any self-proclaimed or manmade accentuated leader who hints, dictates, or infers that he has the answers. I am quick to steer away, and feel quite many a qualms, when I hear of anyone who thinks they have found the answer, the truth, and the way. I know too much to be a blind sheep, and too little to proclaim I know enough. This is not to say I diminish or shake a finger at modern religion or any new up and coming spiritual fashion, only that I seriously question and outright deny the fact that any human can foreseeably house the answers for another; and certainly without the answer, he has no right, if rights be the matter, to dictate to another how to live or present oneself.
I find the purest souls to be the most delightful in their attempts to literally do nothing but be, and to let be. Those that don’t pursue fame, recognition, reward, and esteem are the ones I gravitate towards, the ones who are actually repelled at multiple levels by anything to do with being in the spotlight. Those are the ones I tend to uphold as seers and seekers of truth.
Secondly, I know enough of myself to know that I am highly influenced by my environmental and physical condition, including my own stamina and mental-conditioning. What I present as reality, and perhaps a semi-temporary-truth one day, will likely be obsolete at another juncture in time.
I don’t like to sway people. I don’t even like to ‘not like.’ Still I don’t like to form judgments, or to reach conclusions about others. Of course some things, some actions, and some people (because of said actions), stand out as recognizably out of the arena of blandness. I mean to say, they make a mark that is recognizable to both my heart and mind. Mostly, it is the things that seem mean, spiteful, unjust, and not lenient which stand out, particularly something that might be deemed ‘evil’ or ‘perverse.’ But even then the lines (and labels) merge into this gray area, and I find myself neither here nor there, trying to counter both sides of an argument that has converged inside my mind.
With all of this said, I offer a few things about my thoughts on friendship. And if that wasn’t an Aspie preamble, I don’t know what is!
Aspie and Friends:
1. I prefer online friends. Online friendships eliminate much of the burden of communication. I have time to think, to edit my thoughts, to respond in a slow and delicate manner, to take time, to get back, and to not be seen physically. Most of my challenges with communications come in the mode of sensory overload and in my evaluation of what I am seeing. Yes, I still evaluate with online friendships, but about 75% of the stress of communication, particularly nonverbal processing, is eliminated. That’s not to say online communication doesn’t offer it’s barriers and weaknesses, but overall, particularly when I take the time to check for clarity, online communication scores high above face-to-face encounters. I mean I could lose myself in a freckle or hair color and miss half of an entire conversation. And forget about the background noise and nonstop monitoring of my tone of voice, inflection, and talking speed.
2. I make online friends. It’s scary but I do it.
3. I support some friends, when I am capable, and they support me when able.
When I am at my lowest, I will sometimes reach out to three or four people at one time, most of whom are Aspie or whom have Asperger’s traits, and if not Aspie then people whom I deem for the most part trustworthy, nonjudgmental, and possessing the capacity to love unconditionally.
4. I reach out to several people at a time because someone might be busy and I also don’t want to overburden one friend with my intensity.
5. I am not blessed to have many friends. I don’t mean that in a bad way. Of course I am grateful for people in my life but no one blessed me with them. I made the friendships, day after day, year after year, risk after risk. Yes, it is hard. Yes, I mess up, and yes sometimes I get super hurt. But I am not fortunate, or even lucky to have friends, because I have worked HARD to make and maintain these friendships. And I have worked hard on myself to learn how to be the best friend (person) I can be.
6. I accept my faults, frailties, and entire humanness. I am far from perfect but I avoid beating myself up. Yes, I allow myself to have a pity-party sometimes, especially when many changes are occurring in my life. However, I have friends that understand these aspects of me.
7. I only interact with certain friends during my most vulnerable times. I choose a select few friends to confide in about particularl things, especially subject matter in which I want no advice or solution finding quests.
8. If I am not careful, and I talk to a friend who offers advice or her view of the situation, the conversation can do me more harm than good. I have learned to be selective. It is a survival mechanism. Some friends can handle my intensity, others my insecurities, others my wild-imagination, and a rare few the complete me. I have learned I can’t be the complete me around everyone; I will get hurt. I have learned I can be complete by dividing myself amongst many friends. I don’t think this survival skill is specific for those on the spectrum, but I do believe Aspies are vulnerable in their ability to be strongly wounded by others, and that they often find themselves in positions of offending or shocking, without that intention.
9. Friends are not easy for me, for there is a part of me who, despite an inconceivable amount of self-reflection, insight, and work, will always think I am not a good enough friend. This isn’t a self-esteem issue. I do like me. It has to do with the extreme ways in which I can psychoanalyze myself and dissect conversations. I am always, and will always be, an observer of others, twice removed from discourse and continually dissecting and evaluating and reliving over and over past conversations.
10. I have one friend in which I can just spill my guts and fears and anxiety and she will JUST listen. She doesn’t do tit for tat. In that I mean she doesn’t ask me for advice, expect me to listen or to return the favor. She just lets me process. I think every Aspie (and every human being) needs someone who will just listen.
11. I recognize I will always feel like I don’t give back enough in friendship. It is just the way it is. When people give to me, in time or other ways, I feel an immediate want and obligation to equal the score. It’s not that I mean to keep score, only that I naturally don’t want to take advantage of anyone.
12. I love to have friends from all backgrounds. I am not picky. Or maybe I am, if you think the capacity to love without conditions, to be honest, to be giving, to be kind, and to be genuine is picky. But with that said, and a little trustworthiness thrown in, I am capable of being friends with many, many people. There isn’t a checklist.
13. I think I need friends. I think everyone does. I think the risk is worth it.
I don’t neccesarily think the introduction matches the list. But, oh well. My friends will understand. 🙂
13 is my favorite number.
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18 thoughts on “506: The Risk is Worth it. Thoughts on Friendship.”
Very, Very enjoyable!
thank you 🙂
Perfect and well written. I could have written this myself. Thanks for sharing!
thank you LK 🙂
I think I too prefer on line friends..I like to shop alone, (Seems like a trite example) it’s the oddest thing, I really like the concept of a bunch of Ladies getting together and shopping and having lunch at an outdoor café…but I don’t want to participate in that..only theoretically. Maybe I’m off point here, but I think my on line friends know me better than the people I’ve known for 30 years, well, I have a feeling that you understand what I am saying anyway. 🙂
yes, and thank you for being there for me lovely lady!
What a wonderful post —thank you . 🙂
I have 1 friend who is not related to me.
At this point in my life,
I consider friends a distraction from my research.
sounds kinda sad but i am very rarely ever sad or lonely.
as long i have my cat and dog –i am fine.
that is wonderful that you are fine and I too love animals 🙂
yea, i should have qualified my statement to”human friends” I actually do have friends –they are just Animal friends —they are always welcome and never a distraction. 🙂
I have one good friend who gets it no matter what, my husband, kids, plants and blogging friends…I dropped the rest of my friends a bit…which sounds harsher than it is meant to but I was just so done with it all…and realized the way my mom raised me up to mask, be appropriate all the time and be popular stopped being a motivator for me after my third child. I was sick of the moms groups with all their judgmental opinions and lack of individual thought (ouch sounds meaner than I mean to be) and tired of the person to person games that seemed more about politics than actual love…and my online friends, bestie and little family became more than enough. Why should I have more? I only feel isolated when I am triggered and realize how much I do not fit into the world and how different I am but that would not be fixed with more friends…I had that too and it was worse. Now I know I have to ride out the triggers, find like minded posts, and like minded people, hide in music books and film and find my way back…
wonderful. I hear you!
Thank you Sam for your beautiful post! The two people I feel like I can express almost anything to, I primarily communicate with on-line. One person I have only physically met once and the other person I only meet periodically with very few words expressed to me.
What matters is not the frequency and quantity of communication but the amount of unconditional love and acceptance that both of them give me, and I hope I do the same in a return. To all of our friendships in life that nourish our desire to give more of ourselves and love more!
lovely comment; thank you for sharing. I am certain people are blessed to know you. Much love
Thank you for sharing but I love an aspire who struggles with showing me parts of herself and I am beginning to understand her struggles. I think she is an amazingperson and have no reason to judge her, I strive to be a good friend and love her like I have for the last ten years. My little martian is my heart.
❤ I understand
This this this. “I do believe Aspies are vulnerable in their ability to be strongly wounded by others, and that they often find themselves in positions of offending or shocking, without that intention.”