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shane would hate me cause everytime a new person comes on screen i'm ready to let them into the group without a second thought
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That autistic issue of spending all your time worrying about other people and what they think and if they’re okay that you’re never in the moment, you’re stuck in your head, and you appear to everyone else to be completely selfish…
Oh and feeling everyone’s pain and what’s really going on with them but they’re not being honest with themselves, so you just feel stuff they won’t acknowledge and it’s awkward and uncomfortable as eff.
… So then you hold it all in inside and you try not to speak on everything you see, so now you’re the weird one and there’s something very wrong with you.
And then people wonder why you’re such a hermit recluse…
I Should’ve Stayed Alone
I hadn’t let myself fall for anyone after him. Not really. It wasn’t just a breakup — it was the kind of loss that leaves you stuck in the middle of love and grief. The kind of love that felt like home, until it wasn’t mine anymore. I spent months holding onto pieces of what we had, trying not to let the emptiness swallow me. I loved him. I still think I do, somewhere.
So I stayed alone. Not because I wanted to — but because no one felt safe after that. I didn’t have it in me to start over, to peel back the layers and let someone else see me. I wasn’t ready to be soft again, to be held or touched or known.
But then I tried.
And I wish I hadn’t. Because the next person didn’t just break my heart — he broke my mind. Slowly. Quietly. In ways that made me question if I was the problem. I let him in even though I was scared, even though every part of me was still bleeding from before. I tried to love again, to be open. I gave it another chance.
And it destroyed me. It wasn’t love. It was chaos disguised as comfort. I went from mourning the one I loved to surviving someone I couldn’t even recognize myself around. I wasn’t healed, but I was hopeful — and that hope was used against me.
Now I miss the old love more than ever. The one I had before all this. The one I thought I could survive losing. I never thought I’d say it, but losing him was easier than surviving what came after.
I should’ve stayed alone.
But I just wanted to feel something safe again.
- L 💌
realising how much of the problem I have with. being a person. kinda stems back to the way that with my neurodivergence, I naturally (and have learned to) see the world in terms of how everyone is feeling, what trauma I can see in them, and why they feel like that. it's fantastic when it comes to being there for people and introducing them to God or whatever but the thing is, existing in the day to day world there's no socially acceptable way of expressing how I see the world or doing anything but pretending not to see this in someone who has firm boundaries (like I do so I can't be a hypocrite about it) against talking about this, like, casually.
forcing myself to exist and censor myself on this because we haven't built this trust is masking. and frankly I don't feel safe to unmask almost ever, and even though when I'm by myself I don't have to mask, when the way I see the world centres around other people, do I really unmask if there's no one around to see it? I am the forest and the tree falling in it. unmasking is about communication, connection. I have that with myself. I need it with others more often. it's fucking hard to be like 'oh yeah here is my unmet need that disables me all the time can you meet it' no it has to be natural and feel right and I can feel it if it's not and I won't feel safe.
this is what I mean when I say that whatever autism-adjacent thing my brain falls into means I don't have sensory sensitivities, I have intuition sensitivities. my myers briggs raised ass is proud for coining it but again, if no one is there to validate it, I'm just here getting all overwhelmed all of the time with nothing I can realistically do about it. except search far and wide to be myself. but how to you even 'come out' about this? how do you open up communication? how do you take this risk when you don't feel safe and it's no one's fault but the fact that no one knew how badly you needed to be accommodated and you expected that care as a child but got the opposite? I need to be believed, but I don't even have words for it. I'll get there. but it'd be nice to have a community in the meantime.
I finished listening to the Magnus Archives last night, and just wanted to thank these two users in r/TheMagnusArchives for providing posts that finally soothed my broken heart a little bit in the morning. I hope they can do the same for you, too, if you’re also easily utterly devastated by endings that even have a smidge of dark uncertainty.
bonus:
god made his strongest soldiers autistic only children of narcissistic parents
💮SPRING💮