Sometimes it's hard to be an Aspie, actually that sounds like a song, but it isn't. Yes, I'm an oddbod at times, but I can assure you that my heart is in the right place. More than often I write on social media or say something to offend someone, but it really isn't meant nastily; I'm just extremely socially awkward.
I have built a lovely carapace around myself, like the crabby Cancerian I am. Nobody's getting inside my shell, it's nice and cosy in here and that's the way it's going to stay.
Showing posts with label socially awkward. Show all posts
Showing posts with label socially awkward. Show all posts
Wednesday, 19 April 2017
Saturday, 25 March 2017
Post #91 - Charidee (In A Smashey and Nicey Voice)
I fully admit that I'm a bit of a social pariah, well, I never manage to say the right thing. Recently I put my foot in it by mentioning strongly-held religious beliefs concerning disability to a woman who turned out to be a Jehovah's Witness and there have also been incidents in the recent past. If in doubt, say nowt is clearly a good rule of thumb.
I often find myself not knowing what to do, act or say. My sense of humour can be bizarre at times. I often feel very awkward about responding to requests - examples of this are feeling very pressurised into sponsoring someone to undertake a charity wing walk to raise money to fund a group to help people with a specific medical condition. The woman in question actually brought a clip board with a sponsor form on it and physically handed the assembled choir members. I felt terrible. Surely a wing walk is a thing people actually want to do for themselves? Why should I fund somebody else's leisure activities? It's my money and I can gift it to whomever I like. There's a quiz night organised in May and I have no trouble in contributing to join one of the teams.
As a family we do give to charity directly via our joint bank account - one is the National Autistic Society, which does great work in the field. Obviously I'm a little biased here, but that's a charity which is very close to my heart.
I often find myself not knowing what to do, act or say. My sense of humour can be bizarre at times. I often feel very awkward about responding to requests - examples of this are feeling very pressurised into sponsoring someone to undertake a charity wing walk to raise money to fund a group to help people with a specific medical condition. The woman in question actually brought a clip board with a sponsor form on it and physically handed the assembled choir members. I felt terrible. Surely a wing walk is a thing people actually want to do for themselves? Why should I fund somebody else's leisure activities? It's my money and I can gift it to whomever I like. There's a quiz night organised in May and I have no trouble in contributing to join one of the teams.
As a family we do give to charity directly via our joint bank account - one is the National Autistic Society, which does great work in the field. Obviously I'm a little biased here, but that's a charity which is very close to my heart.
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