Coupe
Well-Known Member
TW for forced eye contact, coercive/nonconsensual therapy, forced compliance, invasion of personal space, ableism
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When I was about 12 years old, I was sent to "speech therapy" - which turned out to be more of a subtly coercive and profoundly irritating "social skills" class where the therapist would try to force me to develop genuine interest in what struck me as the most mundane and trivial of topics....the weather and chewing gum (yes you read that last one right) for a couple of examples.
Anyway, one of the first things the therapist wanted to train me to do was make consistent eye contact, since this was something I didn't already do because of emerging social anxiety. She extolled the supposed virtue of consistent, unbroken eye contact so much that I began to think that maybe if I could only force myself to be good at making eye contact, she'd discharge me from her practice (either that or I'd get discharged a lot faster) and I'd no longer have to waste my time there.
So, she and I worked on eye contact for our next two or three sessions. When I was able to force myself to look right at her when she spoke to me (no matter how painful and invasive it felt), she praised me to the skies and told me that she loved how "cooperative" I was. After she declared me proficient at making eye contact, I waited for her to announce that she was going to meet with my mother to inform her of how well I was doing and that there was no need for any more appointments...only to find out that she was only getting started in "therapy-ing" me. However, for the sake of making my point, I won't delve into the rest of it now......
So now, as an adult, I still make eye contact with people when engaged in conversation. It's still something that does not come naturally to me and that I have to remind myself to do, but I have found that I can manage it with....not a whole lot of discomfort. My big conundrum is, was eye contact always something I could do without much of a problem (even if I had to be prompted to do it), or is it one of those things I had force myself to do, regardless of pain or discomfort, for the sake of trying to pass as NT back in the days when I felt that my personhood and even my life was at stake if I didn't or wasn't able to (I wish that was an exaggeration)....and I've just managed to push myself through the pain and "unnatural-ness" of it?
....I just don't know.
.....I guess my biggest problem with eye contact is not necessarily that it hurts, but just....the unfairness of it. When a neurotypical person's eyes bore into my own, it feels to me as if they're ravenously taking something they have not earned; something I did not consent to them taking. What that "something" is, I'm not sure....tiny pieces of my soul, perhaps. Tiny pieces, but pieces that add up over the course of a lifetime, nonetheless.
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When I was about 12 years old, I was sent to "speech therapy" - which turned out to be more of a subtly coercive and profoundly irritating "social skills" class where the therapist would try to force me to develop genuine interest in what struck me as the most mundane and trivial of topics....the weather and chewing gum (yes you read that last one right) for a couple of examples.
Anyway, one of the first things the therapist wanted to train me to do was make consistent eye contact, since this was something I didn't already do because of emerging social anxiety. She extolled the supposed virtue of consistent, unbroken eye contact so much that I began to think that maybe if I could only force myself to be good at making eye contact, she'd discharge me from her practice (either that or I'd get discharged a lot faster) and I'd no longer have to waste my time there.
So, she and I worked on eye contact for our next two or three sessions. When I was able to force myself to look right at her when she spoke to me (no matter how painful and invasive it felt), she praised me to the skies and told me that she loved how "cooperative" I was. After she declared me proficient at making eye contact, I waited for her to announce that she was going to meet with my mother to inform her of how well I was doing and that there was no need for any more appointments...only to find out that she was only getting started in "therapy-ing" me. However, for the sake of making my point, I won't delve into the rest of it now......
So now, as an adult, I still make eye contact with people when engaged in conversation. It's still something that does not come naturally to me and that I have to remind myself to do, but I have found that I can manage it with....not a whole lot of discomfort. My big conundrum is, was eye contact always something I could do without much of a problem (even if I had to be prompted to do it), or is it one of those things I had force myself to do, regardless of pain or discomfort, for the sake of trying to pass as NT back in the days when I felt that my personhood and even my life was at stake if I didn't or wasn't able to (I wish that was an exaggeration)....and I've just managed to push myself through the pain and "unnatural-ness" of it?
....I just don't know.
.....I guess my biggest problem with eye contact is not necessarily that it hurts, but just....the unfairness of it. When a neurotypical person's eyes bore into my own, it feels to me as if they're ravenously taking something they have not earned; something I did not consent to them taking. What that "something" is, I'm not sure....tiny pieces of my soul, perhaps. Tiny pieces, but pieces that add up over the course of a lifetime, nonetheless.