Social skills and having friends is one of the most common threads that Aspies share.
I could count the number of people I considered a friend on one hand.
My question that I would like to know from others here is looking back over your life, did you want friends but have difficulty finding and keeping them due to the lack of social skills and quirky traits or did you just not have a desire for friends and social interaction with peers growing up and happy enough without it?
I grew up the second part of that question.
Firstly I had no siblings or family that I lived with from the start except for my parents and one grandmother. I had one neighbor kid, a year younger than myself, until the age of five.
Our parents were always trying to get us to play together, but, for myself I never really enjoyed her company. We moved across country when I was five and then it was time for school. Seperation anxiety from my Mom was horrible the first few days. My first teacher didn't want to put up with me and transferred me to a younger teacher. We didn't have special needs schools then, especially in a small town. My only friend was a boy two years older than me who was the son of friends of my parents. We played the more boyish stuff like cowboys and Indians, explorers, riding our bikes and playing with the family dogs. He helped me with learning to read too.
Then we moved over 100 miles to a city where I lived, went to school, (home studied high school) and finally college. I had obsessive hobbies and many pets, but, no friends.
I went to a few school invitations from other girls and was miserable with their dolls and tea parties. I was tomboyish and loved to fish, walk in the woods and read. Wanted to learn everything I could and contemplated life philosophy.
Same in work. I studied medicine, psychology and a few fun things like art and acting while in college and became a pharmacist for a wholesale company. Other odd jobs too. But, I had my own room to work in mainly to myself or made deliveries in my own vehicle.
I didn't date until I was 23 and none lasted very long except for two.
My Mom was my best and really only friend. As long as I could live in this way I wanted, I didn't feel lonely. It seemed I just couldn't bond with others and did dread the day I would be without my parents feeling alone in a world of people.
I am there now. So I chose to live with one older man who wanted to not be alone due to health issues and I didn't want to be alone for the same reasons, plus lack of money, and I'd never lived alone. We have a platonic relationship but he is controlling and I have little time to myself. I still don't have the urge for friends, but, would rather have the opportunity to be alone (which would be almost impossible). I would like to know how I would feel on my own at least for a while in this lifetime.
I can enjoy being somewhat social with certain people and on-line like here where others may share what I feel and I learn from you too.
Understanding how others with HFA felt about friendships I'm sure will vary. It would help me understand how/why I grew up as I did.
I could count the number of people I considered a friend on one hand.
My question that I would like to know from others here is looking back over your life, did you want friends but have difficulty finding and keeping them due to the lack of social skills and quirky traits or did you just not have a desire for friends and social interaction with peers growing up and happy enough without it?
I grew up the second part of that question.
Firstly I had no siblings or family that I lived with from the start except for my parents and one grandmother. I had one neighbor kid, a year younger than myself, until the age of five.
Our parents were always trying to get us to play together, but, for myself I never really enjoyed her company. We moved across country when I was five and then it was time for school. Seperation anxiety from my Mom was horrible the first few days. My first teacher didn't want to put up with me and transferred me to a younger teacher. We didn't have special needs schools then, especially in a small town. My only friend was a boy two years older than me who was the son of friends of my parents. We played the more boyish stuff like cowboys and Indians, explorers, riding our bikes and playing with the family dogs. He helped me with learning to read too.
Then we moved over 100 miles to a city where I lived, went to school, (home studied high school) and finally college. I had obsessive hobbies and many pets, but, no friends.
I went to a few school invitations from other girls and was miserable with their dolls and tea parties. I was tomboyish and loved to fish, walk in the woods and read. Wanted to learn everything I could and contemplated life philosophy.
Same in work. I studied medicine, psychology and a few fun things like art and acting while in college and became a pharmacist for a wholesale company. Other odd jobs too. But, I had my own room to work in mainly to myself or made deliveries in my own vehicle.
I didn't date until I was 23 and none lasted very long except for two.
My Mom was my best and really only friend. As long as I could live in this way I wanted, I didn't feel lonely. It seemed I just couldn't bond with others and did dread the day I would be without my parents feeling alone in a world of people.
I am there now. So I chose to live with one older man who wanted to not be alone due to health issues and I didn't want to be alone for the same reasons, plus lack of money, and I'd never lived alone. We have a platonic relationship but he is controlling and I have little time to myself. I still don't have the urge for friends, but, would rather have the opportunity to be alone (which would be almost impossible). I would like to know how I would feel on my own at least for a while in this lifetime.
I can enjoy being somewhat social with certain people and on-line like here where others may share what I feel and I learn from you too.
Understanding how others with HFA felt about friendships I'm sure will vary. It would help me understand how/why I grew up as I did.