It was 20 days before my QPR friend texted again, after bailing on plans. They commented on the last message I sent (about attending a friendās wedding), apologized for not texting recently, and then asked to see a photo of my friendās ring. Thatās all. I sent a reply with a ring photo immediately and texted the next day about an estate sale find, and still nothing. The night before they texted, I had written out a 4-page letter to them, as is my way when I have too much to say to someone who probably doesnāt care. Once I got the text, I foolishly hoped Iād get some kind of conversation going that week and not have to send the letter. The letter is gracious and gives them an out, if thatās what the silence has been about, but something about the text made me more angry than the silence.
Like, they decide to text me once a month, and itās one message of small talk? To what end? Breadcrumbing the friendship? At least with silence I could imagine all kinds of reasons, but for them to barely acknowledge the 3-week ghosting is something I canāt explain away. I suspect they saw a Facebook post I made (a rare occurrence), and since theyāre sometimes on there, it may have reminded them I exist (evidence for the āout of sight out of mindā theory). The content of the letter still applies, but Iāll wait to send it since itāll seem less dramatic that way. It was written as a response to 21 days of complete radio silence, so it needs at least 7 consecutive days of silence to be justified in its current form.
Iāve debated how vulnerable I need to be (in the letter & in general) because if they want to preserve the friendship at a less intense level, my honesty about my feelings (the depth of my love, the depth of my sadness) would hinder that. But while I feel like I should be OK with downgrading the friendship to preserve it, is it worth it if it comes at the cost (and pain) of hiding myself? Or is that the cost of love, to be able to love someone at the level they want to be loved even if it requires less connection & honesty? Or is that no longer love? The worst part is that, despite being autistic, with them I felt so safe that not masking felt so natural and masking felt like dishonesty. Iāve never felt that safe before. To accept the masked version of the friendship is the kill the unmasked version of me that was able to exist in our friendship. I knew not to get attached to this, but it creates another source of grief to account for. Acceptance requires a kind of cauterizing that means I have to close the door on that safe friendship for good, so I need to be sure itās the end. Sending the letter gives me the chance to know sooner whether Iām bleeding out or not.











