I read a thing today, and I'm tired of some of the implications, so you guys get to read one of my 10 paragraph subtweets again, sorry.
My mother once told me that I was "hard to get along with", and so I should apologize to someone I had done nothing wrong to, in order to keep up a friendship that was unfair to me, with the silent addendum that this was the best someone like me could expect. I realize now that a lot of that last bit was her damage, but at the time I was 13. Yeah, guess how well that went over. I was hard to get along with, to my neurotypical mother, because I was always doing things people didn't understand, being a hyperactive little maniac, picking fistfights with bullies instead of telling a teacher who would (and did!) do nothing about it. But I was the common denominator in all of the problems that people had with me, therefore Occam's Razor said that
I was the problem.
Having been accused of being a psychic vampire by one of my best friends in high school during our friend-breakup, I took that shit
to heart. It's part of where I learned to blame myself for everything that goes wrong in relationships, including for other people's choices and feelings. In Tina's mind I was a psychic vampire because I was always needing to be reassured from my anxieties (clinical anxiety was diagnosed 5 years later), needing a place to hang out with one of my 5 friends (not at home near mom's emotionally abusive boyfriend), needing to disappear into myself for a week because I was too depressed (also diagnosed 5 years later) to keep up the person-facade that I was
so bad at back then.
Basically, I was an undiagnosed autistic, and she liked my "weirdness" when it was quirky and brought social cache to her (it was the 90's, kooky white "girls" were very In). But she resented it (and me) because it cost her too much human concern to be friends with someone whose brain worked differently from hers. But I didn't see that at the time. All I saw was one more friend who perceived that something was wrong, and I was the only target she could see to be the cause of that, and so I believed her and blamed myself. Our human expectations are often invisible to us, and we tend to blame other people for that "bad feeling" we have about them. Especially when it is our unrealistic expectations which people can't consistently meet that are the source of the problem. It doesn't occur to us that our preconceptions are the problem, much like most racists don't think they're racist.
People with PTSD ...
ARE difficult to get along with; you kinda have to watch your step interacting with us because
there are landmines, often in weird places. It's not our fault the landmines are there.
We did not put them there. But still, "difficult" is a word that tends to follow the traumatized. And then we have a panic attack or yell because someone stepped on a trigger
that we warned them about, and suddenly other people "knew they had a bad feeling about us". And we get dumped and ghosted.
And you know, now that I'm older, I have noticed that a lot of the people who get accused of being "difficult", "hard to get along with", or of being "psychic vampires" are just ... average neurodivergent people. Not all of the accused are, people who are not doing their best do exist, but just ... so many of us are not what you tell us we are, y'all. So many. The whole
brown monkey vs. pink monkey thing is as depressing now as it was when I was 12.
People with autism/OCD/ADHD/PTSD/Bipolar/Depression/etc.? We are not your tribe, and that pings the brown monkey need to "correct" our whole being as human people. We are not allowed to exist differently from you. And that? That is fucked up.
And it is a "you" problem.