I’ve been seeing some discussion recently about making friends - thanks to @Neri for posting some links to interesting videos. My concerns are more to do with losing friends. I have, over a number of years, had friends and colleagues “ghost” me. Some of these are people I have had friendly and productive relationships with over many years. For example, one had worked with me for some 15 years, we’d co-authored academic papers, co-edited a book, shared accommodation at international conferences and shared meals in each other’s houses, on opposite sides of the world. Then one year, at a conference, if she saw me coming, she’d walk away. She has refused to speak or communicate with me ever since. No explanation. This is, unfortunately, not an isolated incident (though perhaps one of the most hurtful.)
My partner has told me not to obsess over what I did wrong - “maybe she just didn’t see you as useful to her anymore.” (Can you guess? I am unconvinced.) Before I gained insight into my autism, this played into my schemas of defectiveness. Now, maybe, I can see it as a failing in social skills. But what did I miss? There have been other incidents that strongly bring to mind the song by Eric Burdon. (I heard it first from the Animals, not Nina Simone.) So I guess I’m hunting for clues about how to hear the whistle before I’m hit by the train.
My partner has told me not to obsess over what I did wrong - “maybe she just didn’t see you as useful to her anymore.” (Can you guess? I am unconvinced.) Before I gained insight into my autism, this played into my schemas of defectiveness. Now, maybe, I can see it as a failing in social skills. But what did I miss? There have been other incidents that strongly bring to mind the song by Eric Burdon. (I heard it first from the Animals, not Nina Simone.) So I guess I’m hunting for clues about how to hear the whistle before I’m hit by the train.