I take on other people’s emotions and experience. I become them. I am empathic. I am pure. And I am a blank slate. At times, most times, I am a mirror to whom I am with. My interactions and choices of companionship affect my being. I become that which is before me. Time and time again, I transform intellectually, spiritually, and emotionally into what I am exposed to. I am much like the yogurt cultures hooked up to electrodes that respond electronically and energetically to the thoughts of the observer. Or, akin to the frozen water crystals that transform based on the word written and prescribed to them. I become that which is. I see this in all my relationships. Whether across the states or face-to-face, whether up close or through a mode of distant communication, I am affected. It makes no difference my present state. In any form in which I enter, I exit transformed. I am not me, except with a rare few who see me as me. And it is this rare few, who too, are mirrors, who too transform, who too see and watch themselves become what they are not, or perhaps what we all are.
No matter who I see, they see what they are. In visiting a shaman, he said to me I was a powerful shaman. That I was previously a ball of light. That I carried no baggage. That I was powerful. In seeing an astrologist, she said to me I was here for a purpose, that the stars aligned, that I had a powerful calling: that of an empath, teacher and healer. That there was no denying this. In seeing a Buddhist psychologist, he said to me I was an enlightened genius. In each case, each without knowing, projected onto me the way they viewed their own self. I became a mere reflection. I became a viewpoint—that transcendental lookout.
In less formal meetings, I become, too, what is before me. If a friend is angry, spiteful, and holding a grudge, I take on these states of beings. I shift instantly, and having harnessed such emotions, I begin to apply the emotions to my own life. To piece together what I am feeling to make logical sense. Suddenly, when there had been no such thought before, I am remembering my own spite and upset, and I am connecting what is felt to what has seemingly caused the upset. I am reversing my typical logic and instead of going from A to B, going from B to A. In reverse, I am dissecting my history to make sense of my present. This is one way I know when I am picking up on someone else, and not my self—for I am not proceeding from cause/source to reaction, but experiencing reaction and then searching for cause/source. It’s the opposite of being triggered, in which there is a direct obstacle, event, or circumstance that has set me aflame internally. Here, there is the counter-experience, of having the flame, and searching within to understand the feasible reasons for the fire.
I, in being the way of the mirror, become more-or-less the subject before me. Be this through intellectual conversing, close connection, or something else, regardless I am penetrated. And there is no boundary. No protection. No barrier. Distance makes no difference, nor does the mode of contact. The instant messaging can affect me as much as a long, drawn out conversation. I can feel the other as pricks and pins. I can feel the other as a heavy weight on my chest. I can feel what is inside another and feel it on my body. I can take on the exact physical and emotional pain. I can develop symptoms: rashes, lack of mobility, acute pain, allergies. All which are that of the carrier who has crossed my path. I can pick up on the past, the present, and sometimes the future. I can see, at times, illness or malnourishment. I can see hopes and pains. And I can especially see fear.
The worst is the unspoken words I hear. The lines that vary from what is spoken—wave lengths of what I sense that are in contrast to what is shared. I can hear what is hidden and I can hear what is buried. I can feel the person judging me and feeling me out, as tentacles from the octopus or giant squid spread out, retracted and then flung forward into the depths of me. I can feel myself being dissected and observed. And I feel the thoughts of the one that isn’t me entering and exploring. I feel the argument before it is said. And I sense the contradictions before spoken. I know. I just know. And this knowing comes in gathered strings and unraveling twine; a web of sorts broken apart and about to reform.
I deny this all, in moments, as the happenings themselves leave me exhausted in the thoughts of how and why. It is easier at times to claim myself delusional or incorrect than to face such a process of living. Each expectation is felt. Each motivation. Each intention. I know the foundation of what the other is thinking. And some, more so most, are not ready or wanting to know. And I, for the most part, am not wanting to tell. It’s not my business. Nor is it my wish to see. And yet I am left spinning in a whirlwind of another, wanting to escape the ‘me’ they have made me, or I have allowed myself to become.
I leave not knowing myself, and at times feeling the worst over what I had become. I doubt my own existence and substance. I think I am what they are. Trapped in the illusion of the other, I wonder who I am. I doubt my genuineness and purity. I doubt I know the answers of self. And I begin to think I no longer understand anything about the being I am.
I come out of it untarnished, but exhausted. I return to my norm, which is very much level and at peace. I exist without the drama and without the immediacy and urgency that seemingly haunts most of humanity. There is no longer a rush, a need, a desire; there is just me. And I am at peace, returned to my self and state of being. Here I am at my best: in the alcove of solitude. Without the interactions of the world treading upon my esteem, here I am untouched and bathed in grace. Here I am free, until the next passerby touches down and finds me as himself. And I am left lost, running a race without realizing my legs are still.
16 thoughts on “535: Empathic Aspie”
Thank you for this – I’ve felt like this for a long time and I’ve never heard anyone else descibe it.
Yes, I thank you and can relate. It is irritating to me that I can hear myself taking on vocal traits such as voice intonation. I do it a lot when my cousin comes to visit as we look genetically similar. I don’t know if it is a survival instinct to assimilate or not. It seems something like echolalia on a larger scale. I get irritated as I am a unique individual with her own thoughts and beliefs.
Thank you. Ditto to the above comment.
“I leave not knowing myself, and at times feeling the worst over what I had become. I doubt my own existence and substance. I think I am what they are. Trapped in the illusion of the other, I wonder who I am. I doubt my genuineness and purity. I doubt I know the answers of self. And I begin to think I no longer understand anything about the being I am.”
I simply see myself as an amplifier, amplifying others feelings and thoughts. I don’t take it personally what they choose to do with that experience.
Oh my yes!!! someone told me yesterday, “You are a mirror- and most people do not love their reflections.” Sigh. I am – I both love and dislike this at times- just like you wrote. Sometimes it is great honour- others a burden. But at my core- I am at peace.
Travelling with you…
love your energy 🙂 You are a great mirror for me 🙂
This is an incredibly accurate description of how i emotionally correspond to other people. Thank you for describing it so fluently.
you are welcome
Very interesting to read as I have been thinking very much about this lately. Just as sound and sight impressions leave me so exhausted, so does people. I like people it’s just that they float in and out of me. Just as sound cannot be held outside of me, nor can people “stay on the outside”. One person said to me that people are not logical and that makes it all the more difficult as I take in their illogical behavior.
It’s one thing to reflect on this, to analyze and realize that this is what I deal with. It’s a very different thing to actually live with it…
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Thank you, I thought I was the only one whom thought of themselves as a mirror. Reflecting back what one thinks the other person wants to see, just so I can be liked by everyone, yet forgotten by them all as soon as they turn away.
you are most welcome
It took me years to realize this. At first thinking I was crazy for putting my strange life together in this manner, but it made the most sense. Nearly total isolation showed me all the things I missed and how it really wasn’t me. I’m trying to be the me I am discovering I am yet still struggle to hold onto that in the presence of others. I turned to the new age spirituality to try to figure out how not to take others energy on. I also had a theory about the eye contact issue. If eyes are the windows to souls and most are troubled I don’t want to know it. There are a few people I can look at but they are nice, loving and self assured. Others who I perceive as wearing a mask or fake I just can’t make myself look at them. And the ones who would try to use me as a transference of the things they would not like to deal with have the most intense stares. I’ve learned now to not engage and I feel so much better, sorta confirming my theory and how to stop it in my case.
I’ve had similar thoughts. Thank you for sharing.