I know military well, having had 2 long term relationships with career military men, and family members who are cops. It actually is an easier way to navigate life though harsh, and sometimes cruel.
Yeah, it's a real dichotomy from an autistic perspective. The regimentation and simplicity and overall conditional aspect of everyday life can be quite appealing. However equally it involves a demand for group thinking and group living and eschewing any sense of individuality. Where obtaining solitude may only be the result of obtaining a liberty pass. And having a severe aversion to cigarette smoke in a smoking subculture wouldn't have helped.
I still recall how social demands were made upon me as a child pertaining to some very adult functions that I never understood at that age. Going to a party with complete strangers was bad enough. But in this case it involved my father's superior officer, and that my presence was considered "mandatory" for his kid's birthday. I still look back on that with horror. But at least now I know why.
Most of all I recall how much my mother was opposed to my going into the military as opposed to my father, who thought I would do well in that environment. Mom was right, of course. Luckily so was my "sixth sense" of such things. Yet I did nearly join the Air Force.
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