Intimacy

I keep thinking about what I wrote the other day, that social interactions are so hard, for so many reasons. One thing that I didn’t mention is that interactions can lead to intimacy, and it can be intense. Too intense to harbor. There’s no way of knowing which interactions that will be too intense, too good, too scary. It just happens, and I’m never prepared.

Honestly I don’t know which force is the strongest, my fear for intimacy or my craving for it.

Intimacy is difficult because I tend to not understand what kind of intimicy I’m experiencing. All I know is that interacting with someone feels good and I want more. I want to be closer. But in which way? That’s not always obvious. Sometimes it’s obvious and comparatively uncomplicated, but all the times when I don’t know what the longing for more of this person is – it scares me. If we met AFK, would I want to kiss you? Touch you? Confide in you? Talk about autism or philosophy? Be comforted by you?

I don’t know. And that scares me. And of course, I don’t know what the other person feels, if they experience any sense of intimacy at all. That scares me even more.

Recently, someone asked me to show myself to them. Not that much, just a piece, but an important piece. So I did. It was scary and energy consuming but oh so good. I want them to ask me for more. I want to ask them for more. But I won’t. This person did probably not understand how affected I was from our interaction and I won’t tell them, because that would be to cross a line I have no intention to cross. I hid behind theories, or maybe theories were what made the intimacy possible. I don’t know. All I know is that the interaction was difficult but felt so good and now I want more.

I don’t know if this is something particularly autistic or not. It makes me feel ashamed and that’s why I’m writing it. After all, this is a place where I write about shameful issues.

Abuser

CN: Abusive relationship

The other day I was suddenly reminded of the existence of my former abuser. It’s seven years since our relationship ended with a big drama, but it’s still very hard for me to refer to her as an abuser. I know that’s what she was, it’s just really hard to accept it.

When I was reminded of her the other day, it hit me that her words was one of the reasons for why I blamed myself so much when I got ill. She had told me that I wasn’t capable of certain things that I wanted to do, and she was very clear about how much she disagreed with certain choices I had made for myself. When I got ill in ME I thought I deserved it. I thought it was my fault, that I was the one to blame since I had done something wrong. I didn’t think that my choices were wrong but she had manipulated me into thinking that I was a bad person for making choices about my life that she didn’t agree with.

It’s truly difficult for me to grasp how deep the concequences of this relationship were. I still feel fear whenever I think about her.

I’m still a bad daughter

The other day I wrote about how I was surprised to see my mom sad when I told her that I was a bad daughter. The particular situation happened when I was a teenager but today, around 15 years later,┬ábut it turns out that I’m still a bad daughter.

My mom is upset that I didn’t attend her birthday celebration. It was organized in a way that’s not accessible too me. What’s even more confusing to me is that I wasn’t invited to it. She mentioned it briefly a few days ago when we were discussing something else. Since she had already planned it in a way that makes it impossible for me to attend, I assumed she was fine with celebrating her birthday without me. Today it turned out that she’s disappointed that I didn’t come.

I called her in the morning to wish her a happy birthday, something that was difficult since I’m so low on spoons that phone calls is really demanding. Then she told me she was sad and disappointed.

Here’s the thing: She helps me out with practical stuff with my kid sometimes, and now I don’t know if the plans we have made are still happening or if she considers the plans cancelled automatically. She didn’t say anything about it but it has happened in the past.

I want to write about power dynamics but I can hardly move my hands so that won’t happen. I’m just stuck in my bed, crying every time my kid makes a noise outside the door and feeling like a really bad person for… I don’t even understand exactly what I did wrong.