Harrison
The Mad Taoist
I've always thought that, due to the nature of life on this world, we are by definition half of a whole. Biology drives us to seek a mate whilst, for some, the psychology of being who we are can lead us to choose to be alone. In there lies an eternal struggle for some.
Until I was diagnosed I actually believed I had been cursed, not unlike the Flying Dutchman of legend, to travel and endure lifes hardships until some woman claimed love for me of her own free will. I truly believed this, and there were times when I came close to ending my life because I could not take the loneliness of it anymore.
As a child I craved love in a non tactile, non expressive, family. My parents were efficient but not loving, and I grew to believe it was my mission to find that one love that was permanent. This included the nice country cottage, children and accompanying pets.
That search ended ten years ago, I gave up, surrendered to my nature. Yes I've been married, had children, even owned the cottage, but non of it was real, no one loved me for just being me, not even my children.
Now I know why and I choose not to date, it is still the hardest lesson I have to conquer although I have come to terms with being alone.
If love finds you, embrace it, if you truly are meant to be alone you will never question that state of being.
Maybe I am different to other aspies in that I have an immense capacity to love, I can (and have) drown(ed) in the sheer joy of being in love to the point where I destroyed my own world. Everything I worked for fell to naught when I had my heart shattered, millions gone, to stand naked before whatever power watched over me. In that time I said 'no more', but unlike some I have never been able to harden my heart to endure the total loss of love. Now, like some dark vagrant, I accept bits of warmth or affection through my work feeding the spark that is left moment to moment.
As time grows shorter dreams fade faster, whilst memories become the sharp knives that shred a soul. If there is a god then it found the perfect way to torture this particular piece of creation.
Until I was diagnosed I actually believed I had been cursed, not unlike the Flying Dutchman of legend, to travel and endure lifes hardships until some woman claimed love for me of her own free will. I truly believed this, and there were times when I came close to ending my life because I could not take the loneliness of it anymore.
As a child I craved love in a non tactile, non expressive, family. My parents were efficient but not loving, and I grew to believe it was my mission to find that one love that was permanent. This included the nice country cottage, children and accompanying pets.
That search ended ten years ago, I gave up, surrendered to my nature. Yes I've been married, had children, even owned the cottage, but non of it was real, no one loved me for just being me, not even my children.
Now I know why and I choose not to date, it is still the hardest lesson I have to conquer although I have come to terms with being alone.
If love finds you, embrace it, if you truly are meant to be alone you will never question that state of being.
Maybe I am different to other aspies in that I have an immense capacity to love, I can (and have) drown(ed) in the sheer joy of being in love to the point where I destroyed my own world. Everything I worked for fell to naught when I had my heart shattered, millions gone, to stand naked before whatever power watched over me. In that time I said 'no more', but unlike some I have never been able to harden my heart to endure the total loss of love. Now, like some dark vagrant, I accept bits of warmth or affection through my work feeding the spark that is left moment to moment.
As time grows shorter dreams fade faster, whilst memories become the sharp knives that shred a soul. If there is a god then it found the perfect way to torture this particular piece of creation.