risper
NEET
- Nov 9, 2024
- 59
Autism rant:
If I needed a reminder of why I cut people off, this was it. I thought I could handle it. He, my "friend" was the reason I quit the app in the first place after a old incident, a photo of my messed up wrist shared without even thinking. sure, he apologized, but trust? gone. still, I thought I had the upper hand now. I've improved, I mog him to oblivion, became high htn from high mtn. I actually thought my looks would carry me, like that could make up for months of being shut off from the world, isolated in my room, practically mute. I thought maybe I’d feel better if he could see that. When he asked to call, I was hesitant, but I agreed thinking, "Can't be that bad" The second the call started, everything hit me like a train: the stuttering, the silence/ I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to sound normal. Every minute was hell, and there he was, laughing like it was nothing, joking around like that incident was just some funny story. I couldn’t respond right. I was practically laughing along, knowing that I looked like a fool. It was the worst feeling, like every bit of progress I thought I made meant nothing. He called me soft and made some joke about me getting drunk. Soft. that’s all he could say after months of me trying to perfect every single part of myself. and the worst part? I had no comeback, no way to defend myself. Just nothing.
I left that call feeling like total shit, and I’m done. I don’t need niggas reminding me of my failures or using my low points as their entertainment. No more of that shit, no more of trusting people, no more of trying to force some connection that clearly isn’t there. I learned my lesson: don’t bother with anyone. Just keep it to myself
If I needed a reminder of why I cut people off, this was it. I thought I could handle it. He, my "friend" was the reason I quit the app in the first place after a old incident, a photo of my messed up wrist shared without even thinking. sure, he apologized, but trust? gone. still, I thought I had the upper hand now. I've improved, I mog him to oblivion, became high htn from high mtn. I actually thought my looks would carry me, like that could make up for months of being shut off from the world, isolated in my room, practically mute. I thought maybe I’d feel better if he could see that. When he asked to call, I was hesitant, but I agreed thinking, "Can't be that bad" The second the call started, everything hit me like a train: the stuttering, the silence/ I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to sound normal. Every minute was hell, and there he was, laughing like it was nothing, joking around like that incident was just some funny story. I couldn’t respond right. I was practically laughing along, knowing that I looked like a fool. It was the worst feeling, like every bit of progress I thought I made meant nothing. He called me soft and made some joke about me getting drunk. Soft. that’s all he could say after months of me trying to perfect every single part of myself. and the worst part? I had no comeback, no way to defend myself. Just nothing.
I left that call feeling like total shit, and I’m done. I don’t need niggas reminding me of my failures or using my low points as their entertainment. No more of that shit, no more of trusting people, no more of trying to force some connection that clearly isn’t there. I learned my lesson: don’t bother with anyone. Just keep it to myself