Sometimes, especially during bouts of deep depression, I think how much easier life would be if I was like everyone else around me. I realize I'm a pain in the backside as far as others are concerned. There are things I do that are inconvenient to them: I can't drive, have a difficult time talking on the phone, need to hold on to someone when I'm on a stairs, have almost no interest in what they see as 'fun and enjoyable' things to do, etc.
I feel bad that I don't want to go on a picnic (the heat and bright sun really bother me), go riding on a boat (same reason), go to the movies (it takes every bit of strength I have not to go running/screaming out of the theater), take a road trip (why, there is no purpose plus, I don't like being away from my house and books), etc.
Yea, I'm a real pain to them but I try to make up for my 'short-comings' by doing things I can. I keep the house clean so they don't have to, take care of their laundry, watch the children so people can go out and do things, planted a large garden that brings food into the house. I don't function well alone so I need them around, I like to think that they need me also.
I guess it would be easier if I was more like them but then, who would I be? Not me.
Sorry, just feeling down and venting a bit.