My closest friend is my sister. We've always been close, but many times she has mentioned that she only put up with me because I'm her sister, and if we weren't related we probably wouldn't be friends. I admit, I complain a lot, and I'm incapable of reading in between the lines, I don't listen and I interrupt quite frequently. Since I've self diagnosed myself with Aspergers all she's said is "You definitely have it. Now that you know what your problem is, fix it. Figure out what you have trouble with and work on it". If it were only so simple. We actually got into an argument a few weeks ago where I publicly yelled at her and said "It is difficult", then I walked away from her to cool off. She was telling me how it's not that hard to change my habits. This was before I self diagnosed myself.
I have another so called friend whom I've been questioning for the past 3 years whether or not he wants to be more than friends. But for the fact that I'm convinced her refuses to be seen in public with me, I doubt he wants more. He randomly calls me cute, or says things I do is cute, but he occasionally brings up my annoying quicks. According to him I don't listen, interrupt frequently and ramble on and on when he asks me a simple yes or no question, without actually answering his question. A couple of years ago he always used to tell me "Read between the lines". I'd ask him what he's talking about, then he would randomly start singing love songs. I feel like I'm reading too much into everything he does and that I over think everything, but I can't help it.
My sister lives in another province and the guy only talks to me on the phone. This means I don't get out much. Unless I'm going to work or going to see my grandmother. I don't talk to people online, because I never know what to say. So all the people on my Facebook, if I deleted my account, they probably wouldn't notice, they are not friends.
My problem is, I know what I want. I want friends, I want a boyfriend, I want to have regular contact with other people, but I don't know how to do it. And when people do start to get close, I often push them away or avoid them all together. No one really knows who I am. I've been teased by those closest to me and I push away anyone that tries to get close to me. I still live with my mom, and as much as I talk about moving out, I don't know how I would cope. I sometimes cry when I think about how alone I am and when she goes out on saturday nights and I'm home alone... I hate it.
I have another so called friend whom I've been questioning for the past 3 years whether or not he wants to be more than friends. But for the fact that I'm convinced her refuses to be seen in public with me, I doubt he wants more. He randomly calls me cute, or says things I do is cute, but he occasionally brings up my annoying quicks. According to him I don't listen, interrupt frequently and ramble on and on when he asks me a simple yes or no question, without actually answering his question. A couple of years ago he always used to tell me "Read between the lines". I'd ask him what he's talking about, then he would randomly start singing love songs. I feel like I'm reading too much into everything he does and that I over think everything, but I can't help it.
My sister lives in another province and the guy only talks to me on the phone. This means I don't get out much. Unless I'm going to work or going to see my grandmother. I don't talk to people online, because I never know what to say. So all the people on my Facebook, if I deleted my account, they probably wouldn't notice, they are not friends.
My problem is, I know what I want. I want friends, I want a boyfriend, I want to have regular contact with other people, but I don't know how to do it. And when people do start to get close, I often push them away or avoid them all together. No one really knows who I am. I've been teased by those closest to me and I push away anyone that tries to get close to me. I still live with my mom, and as much as I talk about moving out, I don't know how I would cope. I sometimes cry when I think about how alone I am and when she goes out on saturday nights and I'm home alone... I hate it.