heck, i dunno who to to sympathise with here. well, everybody, naturally, but most of us hate group hugs, don't we?
so let's pluge in with : i hear you schleed, and i don't think i've ever given you a hug before.
so there
i keep finding out that the "crue;"people - especially the young ones- are not cruel and heartless after all, just stupid (like you said) and pretty much devoid of imagination. they're also scared of being found iout as some sort of weido and consquently losing all their friends. Pointing the finger at the weirdo is a means of deflecting suspicion from themselves. I find it helps take the sting away if you understand that . and if you understand that you're stonger than they are, because you're managing to get by without any of those hurtful defense mechanisms.
When i was a kid, i managed to turn a number of bullies into friends. just by underming that shit, and confronting them . I recall one in particular bursting into floods of tears when I told her ecact;y how she was makimg me feel. Some kids-just a few-are
really spiteful . but I'd correct;y guessed (phew!) that she wasn't the vicious sort, just dim. And then, a few years later, i realised that it was more than just dimness getting in the way, it was my own impassivity. That was when a whole bunch of grade-A , goody-goody form-prefect types started bullying me, and kept it up remorsely , day after day, week after week for just so long as i kept a very tight reign on my near-irrestitable impulse to smash their faces in and limited myself to wondering where the heck they were coming from?
Eventually, i gave up trying to figure it out, and decided to just give in to the impulse and see what happened next. What happened next was - to my immense astinishment- they all cheered, clapped me on the back, welcomed me to the human race, and apologised for tormenting me.
Then they explained that I was so impassive that they couldn't figure out if I had human feelings, and suspected that i didn't have feelings. Seiously. It was as if they'd been reading far too much pulp science fiction (though that was actually
my thing, not theirs) with far too much credulity. and thought i I might been replicated by aliens, or turned into a Stepford Wife or something like that
Then the girl that I'd attacked and I were sent to Head's study to explain ourselves , and sufferered a mild ticking off from the mysified head, who somehow couldn't reconcile out identical stories with each other
and then we collapsed in gales of laughter the moment we got outside her door. And they were all really nice to me ever after.
They say spazzes can't empathise, don't they? Well, maybe some of us cant , but that looks to me like another major piece of NT projection. Seems to me that What they're really talking about is the ability to read, and supply an appropriate response to a bunch of formalised social signals, not a scrap of mind-reading, logical analysis nor actual empathy involved . Take away the signals and that so-called ""empathy" totally malfunctions and presents as cruelty instead. *sigh*
