First of all, I'm really sorry to come here for help again for my bullshit problems, but I can't really talk about this to people IRL, it's awkward and they don't tend to offer real answers, only clich'es. I would ask about it on an autism forum I frequent in the hopes that the advice would be more relevant, but quite frankly, in regards to relationships, there's two kinds of people on there. The forever alone types whose bitterness would make even the likes of me look like a ray of fucking sunshine by comparison, and the people who actually succeeded and now appear to take pleasure in laughing at those who haven't.
My anxiety meds seem to be working well, and with that comes some small increase in clarity when I look at my own problems. One of the things I've been forced to look at is how I think about relationships. It just ain't healthy how intimidated I am by the thought of being attracted to someone. I'm always afraid I'm gonna do something wrong, say something wrong, and come across as a pervert, I'm even afraid that having those feelings in itself makes me a pervert, simply because it seems so unlikely that they'll be reciprocated.
Part of the problem seems to be that it seems so complicated. All the codes, all the body language, we live in a world where wearing the wrong fucking hat is a good enough reason for people to mark you as the kind of asshole who makes "get back in the kitchen" jokes on xbox live. I can't just ignore all the messages around me. As much as a lot of this shit is said on the internet and greater internet dickwad theory applies, they're still said by real people, and a lot of them, which means I can assume it all means something. All these different, conflicting messages about who I'm supposed to be, how I'm supposed to act, what would make me a neckbeard, what would make me a douchebag, and most importantly, what would make me somewhat close to a functional human being.
At the same time, logically, putting aside all these voices fucking screaming at me, it seems as if it should all be so simple. After all, I am aware that women are only human beings. True, most of them are normal human beings, and normal people and I differ massively, but still. Hell, last night I approached something close to flirting. Sure, I was pretty drunk, and needless to say, she didn't end up leaving with me, but it was nice. She seemed to smile at me, I smiled back, she smiled back again, I figure "Well shit, I don't know much, but that's gotta be good" and we just got talking. I don't know if I'm making more out of it than there actually is. Shit, I don't know anything at all, thinking about it. This probably sounds fucking pathetic.
And the how of it all. For example, confidence. Everyone says I gotta have confidence. I get that, I understand that, but how? With the mountains of evidence that I'm a useless, unlovable abomination, Chief among them being that I'm still a virgin at an age when everyone else had long since rid themselves of their V-card. Everyone says what I should do, nobody helps with the how.
Any advice at all you'd have really would help.
My anxiety meds seem to be working well, and with that comes some small increase in clarity when I look at my own problems. One of the things I've been forced to look at is how I think about relationships. It just ain't healthy how intimidated I am by the thought of being attracted to someone. I'm always afraid I'm gonna do something wrong, say something wrong, and come across as a pervert, I'm even afraid that having those feelings in itself makes me a pervert, simply because it seems so unlikely that they'll be reciprocated.
Part of the problem seems to be that it seems so complicated. All the codes, all the body language, we live in a world where wearing the wrong fucking hat is a good enough reason for people to mark you as the kind of asshole who makes "get back in the kitchen" jokes on xbox live. I can't just ignore all the messages around me. As much as a lot of this shit is said on the internet and greater internet dickwad theory applies, they're still said by real people, and a lot of them, which means I can assume it all means something. All these different, conflicting messages about who I'm supposed to be, how I'm supposed to act, what would make me a neckbeard, what would make me a douchebag, and most importantly, what would make me somewhat close to a functional human being.
At the same time, logically, putting aside all these voices fucking screaming at me, it seems as if it should all be so simple. After all, I am aware that women are only human beings. True, most of them are normal human beings, and normal people and I differ massively, but still. Hell, last night I approached something close to flirting. Sure, I was pretty drunk, and needless to say, she didn't end up leaving with me, but it was nice. She seemed to smile at me, I smiled back, she smiled back again, I figure "Well shit, I don't know much, but that's gotta be good" and we just got talking. I don't know if I'm making more out of it than there actually is. Shit, I don't know anything at all, thinking about it. This probably sounds fucking pathetic.
And the how of it all. For example, confidence. Everyone says I gotta have confidence. I get that, I understand that, but how? With the mountains of evidence that I'm a useless, unlovable abomination, Chief among them being that I'm still a virgin at an age when everyone else had long since rid themselves of their V-card. Everyone says what I should do, nobody helps with the how.
Any advice at all you'd have really would help.