I'm 28, and my mother just freaked out about this yesterday evening. On weekdays I work from morning till afternoon, then I got home, sit in my room, listening to music, watching movies. On weekends, I do the same all day long and I don't go anywhere. I have a few friends, but don't really talk to them or meet them, but they got used to it.
Yesterday my mother told me that it's like I don't live with them, cause I don't talk to her or my father (that is actually not true, I of course talk to them, but maybe not as much as she'd like to). Also, she doesn't like that I don't do anything social, that I 'isolate too much'. She doesn't understand my need of solitude. Which is actually funny, because she lives with my father for more than 30 years, and he's more aspie-like than me... (we're not diagnosed).
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The story of my life is about back entrances, side doors, secret elevators and other ways of getting in and out of places so that people won't bother me. (GG)