felinesaresuperior wrote:
hanyo wrote:
felinesaresuperior wrote:
we walked down the street and i called the dogs and my father said one day i'm going to get bitten and that will be the end of my love for animals.
Too bad people like that don't realize that the same can happen with people. Bad experiences with people=end of love for people.
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you are so right! you can certainly get bitten by a person, and it's much, much more likely than getting bitten by a dog. and yes, it will be very difficult to love people after that. i know. especially it happens to us, aspies.
Yes! It's funny how people fail to see that.
I thought my parents were bad, but damn,
felinesaresuperior, Keeno, myth - sounds like you had it much worse. I was "lucky" that my parents never cared enough to try to "fix" me in that way. They did tell me to "go and play with others outside" on the assumption that it was just a matter of going outside and when I ran into other kids there I would just naturally play with them, but at least they didn't interrogate me about it afterwards. I think my mother gave me a hard time about having few friends (and interests) from time to time, but fortunately she gave up fairly easily.
I can also identify with being made to sit somewhere until I say something. I don't remember being made to say "I love you" specifically. It was probably something like "mum, I'm sorry for what I did". I'd have to stand in a corner (facing the walls) until I said it. Firstly, I stopped calling her "mum" very early - it seemed too... affectionate... somehow and I found it very difficult to say. Secondly, I didn't think I was sorry, so why would I say it? I understood even then that I could speak the words and not mean them, but I thought "that couldn't possibly be the point of this - how stupid would that be?" Nobody explained to me why I
should be sorry, they just assumed that if I thought about it enough I'd realise it myself, but I didn't. So eventually either I'd mumble something that was "good enough" (by that stage!) or they'd just give up and release me, telling me to "think about it some more".