I think that my ex-fiance was one. I didn’t read between the lines, I’m not the brightest bulb. We dated for three months, and well a hug later went our separate ways. One night she calls me and asks me if she can stay the night as she has no where to go, family stuff. I say okay. One night turns to a week.
Of course I make a move, it’s college, it was just a kiss and it went on from there. And anyone that wants to judge me; she could have easily stayed with her sister, or well any of the twenty other people of her family (I went to a family reunion later on), so yeah we ended up living together for the next five or more years. We went our separate ways because I didn’t want to have kids at the time. Still have the phone with all the rings she looked up for us. It’s a bit sad but at that point I got the general picture that it won’t work.
I’ve only just now learned how to ‘read between the lines’. I think that’s part of what it means to be autistic. For me, it’s not because I wasn’t the brightest bulb, but because part of me believed that people were intrinsically empathetic and just, because those are good traits, and I believed that people wanted to be good. I know now that things aren’t so simple, and though most people are good, they rely on subtext and disguise their motives to not seem blunt, rude, or simply to avoid facing something painful.
I think there’s a lot of really hurt people and that changes who they are. You wouldn’t believe how many people confided their past trauma to me. There’s a lot of dark people. I studied psychology, read many many books. But still I’m oblivious to a lot of things. It’s like a friend that comes out being gay, oh okay, I mean it crossed my mind, I hope you find someone—sorry I don’t roll that way.
I think that my ex-fiance was one. I didn’t read between the lines, I’m not the brightest bulb. We dated for three months, and well a hug later went our separate ways. One night she calls me and asks me if she can stay the night as she has no where to go, family stuff. I say okay. One night turns to a week.
Of course I make a move, it’s college, it was just a kiss and it went on from there. And anyone that wants to judge me; she could have easily stayed with her sister, or well any of the twenty other people of her family (I went to a family reunion later on), so yeah we ended up living together for the next five or more years. We went our separate ways because I didn’t want to have kids at the time. Still have the phone with all the rings she looked up for us. It’s a bit sad but at that point I got the general picture that it won’t work.
I’ve only just now learned how to ‘read between the lines’. I think that’s part of what it means to be autistic. For me, it’s not because I wasn’t the brightest bulb, but because part of me believed that people were intrinsically empathetic and just, because those are good traits, and I believed that people wanted to be good. I know now that things aren’t so simple, and though most people are good, they rely on subtext and disguise their motives to not seem blunt, rude, or simply to avoid facing something painful.
I think there’s a lot of really hurt people and that changes who they are. You wouldn’t believe how many people confided their past trauma to me. There’s a lot of dark people. I studied psychology, read many many books. But still I’m oblivious to a lot of things. It’s like a friend that comes out being gay, oh okay, I mean it crossed my mind, I hope you find someone—sorry I don’t roll that way.