The constant need to touch (I call it groping) me.
Slacktivism. Yeah. Ok. Go buy your little pink ribbon tchtochkies and don't do anything else. You're REALLY making a difference in the fight against breast cancer (its national breast cancer awareness month... march is national colorectal cancer awareness month but you never hear about that because diseased colons and rectums aren't sexy and we have to save our precious tits). Shopping makes allllll the difference in the world!
Questions that they don't want to know the answer to. I was crying at radiation the other day, in a different waitng room so it wasn't obvious that's why I was there, and this lady came up to me and asked me if I was okay. At first I thought of responding with "do you actually care or is that standard neurotypical banter?" but instead I just said "fine" I say I'm "fine" every five days out of 7 that I get the radiation and the attendants ask me "how are you?" but come the f**k on? Who am I, or they, kidding?
I don't get the nt girls going to the bathroom in packs either. I fixed that in junior high by telling my friends I don't need an entourage.
How people will STARE at you if you look/seem different in any way. I was sitting in my wheelchair the other day in the hospital, with this woman ogling me, and finally I said to the c**t "Take a picture. It lasts longer." I mean, a hosptal for f***s sakes. Apparently there WOULD be people in wheelchairs.
TheDoctor82 wrote:
CockneyRebel wrote:
How they show very little empathy for us, yet they expect us to have empathy for them.
this, completely
I swear I had a complete sociopath of an English prof. Taking her in front of the ADA and threatening to sue her was the only thing that got me to pass her class.
I also don't get religion. I know that some ASD people, probably in a proportion comparable to NTs, practice a religion, but everyone I've ever found struck me as so damned ridiculous and illogical.
Consumerism.
Small talk. I just won't do it. I'll even go so far as to pretend I'm deaf to avoid it.
The insistence on keeping eye contact. Before I got cancer again (this is round 3), my mom would point to her eyes then to the eyes ofwhomever I was supposed to be looking at. I just can't see the point. They KNOW I'm talking to them.
Speaking of knowing I'm talking to them, why do people call each other by their names when its just the two of them? My ex wanted to know what/if I ever called him anything (I didn't except in a double dactyl I wrote about cunnilingus). Its like... who the hell else would I be talking to, the cable guy?
When doctors want to shake my hand (again) right after I blew my nose... and as an added bonus, they refuse to shake my left hand, the one that actually works.
I actually get the fixation with celebrities. Maybe its because I did have a dream of going to film school before realizing I could never direct because of my AS, then I was an actress (I'm listed on imdb, although most of my work has been in theatre), and a writer... so yeah. I get it.
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What on earth do you think you are, if not a robot, albeit a very complicated one? - Richard Dawkins, The Selfish Gene