Yeah-- I can relate. Even with the handful of people I call family and friends, there's this feeling that I just don't fit. I've stopped trying to do anything about it or worrying about it-- I just figure it's part and parcel of AS and that's the way it is.
I write things down a lot. Then if they come up in conversation with the few people I talk to, if I'm really lucky I can say them concisely enough that I don't wear out their patience before I get my point across.
It's tiring, and time consuming. As I get older and have more kids, I find it's easiest to just talk less.
Trying to learn to cultivate silence and completion within. Not, like, "I need no one, I am an island." That just makes me angry. More like, "I am a tree. I stand here with other trees and watch the world go by. Squirrels like to hide nuts in my leaves. I am a tree."
Like-- I am connected with Life. That's connected enough.
I don't think it's going to work very well. Lonely.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"