Theodiskaz
Well-Known Member
Hello, I am 54 and just diagnosed. I learned to lie to save my life as a very young, hyperactive boy, or so it felt to me. I hate lying. I still will sometimes still blurt a lie, especially during highly stressful situations like a transition. My wife and I have actually worked out protocols for her to approach me in search of information in such a way that I can calmly answer her questions. This both disgusts me and makes me question hard this diagnosis.
Moreover, I stare at people, according to the smart one, my longsuffering, unheralded wife. Sure I do. You can't trust em. Quite unpredictable. Dangerous. So I am attracted to anyone who gets physically very close. I prefer to wear sunglasses so I can keep people in sight, plus it gives one the power to turn away the gaze of almost anyone who is looking at you.
In class, I lock eyes with the instructor, absorbed in the lecture. When I talk to strangers, I make them uncomfortable with my gaze, and vice versa. With my wife, I look into her eyes to see if something is wrong, but can't if she is crying or cross with me.
I am a wildly emotional man. I meltdown at the drop of pin, or the change of a plan. And I really, really care about the level of suffering in the world. I think about it, try to understand it, try to think how to fight it. Yes, the truth is I cry quite a lot, consider myself to be highly empathetic. I have three granddaughters who live in my heart. They are my favorite people, and I am their favourite nurturer, book reader, boo boo kisser etc.
I would like to entreat anyone here with whom these experiences resonate to please let me know.
I never fit anywhere and will not be surprised if I don't here, either.
Thank you for your kind consideration.
Moreover, I stare at people, according to the smart one, my longsuffering, unheralded wife. Sure I do. You can't trust em. Quite unpredictable. Dangerous. So I am attracted to anyone who gets physically very close. I prefer to wear sunglasses so I can keep people in sight, plus it gives one the power to turn away the gaze of almost anyone who is looking at you.
In class, I lock eyes with the instructor, absorbed in the lecture. When I talk to strangers, I make them uncomfortable with my gaze, and vice versa. With my wife, I look into her eyes to see if something is wrong, but can't if she is crying or cross with me.
I am a wildly emotional man. I meltdown at the drop of pin, or the change of a plan. And I really, really care about the level of suffering in the world. I think about it, try to understand it, try to think how to fight it. Yes, the truth is I cry quite a lot, consider myself to be highly empathetic. I have three granddaughters who live in my heart. They are my favorite people, and I am their favourite nurturer, book reader, boo boo kisser etc.
I would like to entreat anyone here with whom these experiences resonate to please let me know.
I never fit anywhere and will not be surprised if I don't here, either.
Thank you for your kind consideration.