Hello friends, neighbors and poor, poor individuals who
stumbled their way here. It’s good to see you again, if it has been awhile. It
is good to meet you, if it is your first time here. Either way, I’m going to
fume for a bit. Sorry about that.
Here’s the skinny: I recently found out that someone I once
considered a friend took it upon himself to berate my wife. Now, she’s a human
being and, as such, occasionally fucks up, which may well merit a berating.
Possibly even a scolding or rare what-for. I would never stand in the way of
such a thing.
I don’t consider basic biological and genetic concerns to be
among those things, however.
You see, she has social anxiety disorder. Even in small
crowds of ten or so strangers, she gets anxious and continually checks the
exits until she can get away. Remember that time you got called into the boss’s
office and the head of every department in the company was there and they were
all staring at you like you punched their favorite cat in the face, then spent
all day playing Candy Crush instead of working? To the best of my
understanding, that is what most social situations feel like to her.
It bears mentioning that this person was not only aware of
this, but that this had been a matter of discussion on several occasions.
So, he decided to invite her to the local goth/industrial
club’s foam party, in a manner that seemed awfully like a demand. Even ignoring
the fact that she has never, in any way, shown interest in either night clubs
or goth/industrial music, this seems like a profoundly stupid invite. Please
look up two paragraphs if you are confused.
However, she contacted him to let him know that she would
not be attending what would be an evening of abject horror for her. She cited
the previously mentioned reason. This is when the berating started. It ended
with him stating that she doesn’t have any friends. Because that’s an effective
thing to say to someone who views social situations with wild-eyed terror. And
this is someone who likes to talk about how much more accepting and open he is
towards people whose square pegs do not fit in most of society’s round holes.
I want to make something clear to you. Yes, I am definitely
talking to you, individually, now. Not those
other people. You. Even mom (Hi, mommy. I love you.).
Clinical Depression, ADHD, Anxiety Disorders, Phobias,
Bipolar, OCD, Autism, Asperger and a host of other issues related to the vagaries
of cranial chemistry are incredibly hard to comprehend for anyone who has not
experienced them personally. Feeling sad is not the same as Depression. Getting
bored is not the same as ADHD. Being nervous is not the same as suffering under
an Anxiety disorder. Being afraid is not a Phobia. Being concerned or even
worried about details is not the same as OCD. Asberger’s is not just assholes
saying whatever they want and not caring. Hell, the experience tends to differ
pretty heavily from person to person.
Unless you are there, you don’t get it. That means you don’t
get to comment on it. Period. Shut your mouth. Try to help, if you can. Or walk
away. Those are the only choices you get.
Also, fuck that guy.
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