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The damage that is done by being able to "fit in" without being able to really belong is in many cases what allows aspergirls to establish relationships; we may be so beaten down that by the time we see our peers developing relationships, we are accepting abuse. Abusers pray on the people who don't belong, who are desperate enough to belong that they'll do anything. By 7th grade, I was already beaten down enough to put up with this. Not only that, but the Aspie obsessiveness can settle in on these relationships, increasing the propensity for abuse; I know for me, rather than having a special interest like studying the differences between male and female aspies, I always had a special interest person, and it was always a male and almost always abusive. It started gradually; in 7th grade, Doug made a project of getting me to talk. He pushed away my other friends, until I was solely dependent on him. The obsessive nature set in, and he encouraged it. He recognized that, in an almost ritual-esque way, I would completely fall apart if we usually spoke at a certain time each day and then one day without explanation he didn't answer; he used that to his advantage. He wanted sex. He pulled the "____ would give me sex, if she will and you won't then why should I be talking to you instead of out with her?" etc. That's a near-direct quote. It still amazes me that I managed to say no, but as a result he pushed me away. I didn't understand it. The only explanation I could come up with was that I wasn't good for anything but sex, that sex must have been his sole purpose and I was useless for the rest. This mentality continued, adding a sense of being good for money when $1,000 ended up sent to a "friend" in Morocco.
The tendency towards abusive friendships continued to worsen. This year, in college, after 3 years of isolation, I finally made a friend. He's an aspie, by the way. I think he's the best example of just how bad friendships for aspergirls can become if they allow the obsessiveness to create a sense of dependence, and if they allow feeling out of place to result in settling for anyone who will put up with them. This friend knew I was in a relationship; at first he swore he respected it. Before long, he was saying that if I didn't leave my boyfriend, he would never speak to me again. I was desperate, I had already learned to depend on him, I was convinced he was my last chance at friendship and my only chance of ever belonging anywhere. I broke up with my boyfriend for 4 days after that... and when I got back with my boyfriend, the real abuse began. He began to call me a ****, a whore, a slut - despite my current boyfriend having been my first kiss and my first physical partner. He began to demand sex; to everything I said, he would repeat "**** me." He said things like "**** me, block me, or hate me, preferably in that order." He would tell me that he would not talk to me again until I ****ed him. Once when he made such a demand, I told him I was too depressed at that moment to even move, let alone have sex; he told me it didn't matter, I could be a ragdoll, "so long as there's a warm, wet place for (him) to put (his) dick, what does it matter?" Meanwhile, I couldn't even bring myself to say "**** you" to him without being in tears. And I was so accustomed to not fitting, to being the wrong one, that it took almost no pushing from him for me to believe it was my fault, that I deserved it, that I must have done something wrong for this to be the case. That has been going on since November, and he and I only just said goodbye today. When you consider the obsessiveness, that he had become my special interest, that translates to near-constant contact for much of that time; texting from the moment we woke up til the moment we fell asleep, not saying goodbyes but rather "talk to you in the morning"... I don't know how to explain the toll that it takes to have that type of experience be the constant, obsessive focus of your life for months on end. I don't know how to describe how wrong it feels when, upon parting ways, you long for the abuse back rather than lose your only social network. I don't know how to begin to explain how much self hate can accumulate, how it feels to have every moment be consumed by those words repeating in your head because you know that if that's how you've always been treated then obviously it's your fault. I'm sure you understand how it feels to be kept away from your special interest; now imagine what it feels like to have your special interest reject you; imagine your special interest calling you a slut, and not being satisfied to say it; imagine it insisting that you repeat back that you are a slut.
I'm sorry this is so long, but I really want you to understand how much may be going unsaid in the threads you're studying. I didn't tell my psychologist about the abusive side of things until Thursday this past week; I'd been too ashamed, too convinced it was my own fault, and let's just say I didn't feel comfortable sharing the full extent of it here. If I can't mention it when it's relevant, please consider the possibility that other aspergirls whose posts you're reading may not be telling the full story either. Male aspies may be less likely to make friends or find relationships, but I think in that way they're also less prone to fall into abuse. Meanwhile, at least for me, I know that Asperger's resulted in me completely sacrificing any self respect or sense of self worth for years because I took the friends I could get, allowed them to use me however they wished, and took every insult to heart to an obsessive degree. I don't think anyone here is likely to disagree that female and male aspies are not alike; that's where this thread came from, is from that acknowledgement. But the way you present your hypotheses makes it sound like the females have it easier, and while I only have my own experience to measure against, I personally wish I'd stayed isolated rather than accept the things that I accepted. I wish I could have had a special interest that I could enjoy from the privacy of my own home, that I could disappear into, that wouldn't lash out at me for entertainment. I'm only one aspergirl. Maybe my personal experience is unique. But what I hope you will consider is, just because we're DIFFERENT from male aspies, just because we may manage to fit in socially, does not mean we have social experiences equal to those of NT girls. Mine is one story, and please trust my word when I say I left out the crueler experiences because it becomes more personal than I am comfortable sharing; other aspergirls may have in fact managed well socially. But when you explain it in the way that you did above, you leave the impression that you're saying that female aspies don't have it as hard as male aspies, and I'm not inclined to agree. I think we have it different, but that doesn't mean it's better. I think isolation is one form of harm, while experiences like mine are another; I suppose I would liken what you're doing to comparing losing an arm to losing a leg. Neither is good, and from either position you may envy the other (without a leg you may not be able to walk, but you can play instruments or do crafts because you have both arms; without an arm, sure you have to learn to survive one-handed but you have your full mobility!), but when it comes down to it, the struggles faced will be very different and it would be unwise to turn it into a comparison. You can't calculate all the factors that affect female aspies vs male aspies to decide who has it worse, but you come across as very eager to dismiss all our difficulties as females simply because we appear to have what you wish for; you might better understand if you took the time to realize the struggles that do still exist. If female aspies are saying they have trouble with social situations, consider the fact that an abusive relationship can be no less harmful than having none at all, and you may not know the full story.