hartzofspace wrote:
ouinon wrote:
I think that i now, mostly, believe that perhaps that this is all i am capable of, if i don't want to start doing my fake thing with anyone. I hate that. ( i used to love it, how powerful it often was, short term, but now i loathe myself in that mode. it is light years away from my real self).
I think I understand what you mean. We have to hold so much of ourselves in reserve, at first, and then there is the constant fear of "discovery" and rejection. And it was powerful, but the person who enjoyed that power doesn't exist anymore!
Exactly, that's it. If/whenever I ( rarely/briefly) feel the power, and get any enjoyment, I am aware of a terrible being, someone who is all fake, all surface, for whom all that matters is the power/effect on the other; because that was what i had worked so hard at as a teenager, so concentratedly, unwaveringly, with all my strength and all my intelligence; socialising as my substitute passion/perseveration/obsession. ( I think this happens far more often to women with aspergers than to men).
And because it was all I had, ( having suppressed all my real interests in order to survive school), in my late teens and twenties until breakdown/breakout, my social skill was like dissection. Like the robot in Asimovs "I, Robot" who reads minds and so "lies"/pretends to everybody to please them because it can not stand to cause pain/because that would be a threat to it ( a robot "must not cause harm to a human being"). Its problems, and exposure, start when it is exposed to more than one person at a time. I was like that.
Words and gestures and facial arrangements and timing and clothes, modelled on every beautiful woman seen in film and magazine, were my tools, and the "systems" to understand and "manipulate"/"use"/act on, ( as if i were working out a car, or a computer), were people. I was operating on them. And it was as satisfying as working out what ails a computer might be to a "geek", to reel another person in, like a fish. I wasn't interested in the people except as chess pieces in a huge chess game.
I don't do that anymore, ( except by accident, if I drink more than a glass or two especially), but unfortunately my body language is hopelessly incorrect as a result. It's like having two sets of personality signals. No wonder people/strangers are confused. ( and me!)
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