Tim Barrus
I am autistic (I am suppose to say neurodivergent). What does that mean. It means I wear a mask when I am not sleeping. When you wear the mask, Other People think they are seeing the real thing. You do not want to know the real thing. Any friendliness I might show you isn’t real. It’s a welded feature of the mask. The mask keeps me alive. I do not want to communicate because it does not validate anything whatsoever, Connection hurts. Manipulation hurts. You are either with the Normals or you are against them. The simplicity allows them to turn on a dime. I do not want to know homo sapiens sapiens. I don’t care about them anymore than I care about spiders and snakes. Communication between partners. When one of those partners is female, leave me out of it. I can smile, nod, even shake your hand (why do they do that) a behavior which I had to train for. I live in the deep woods. So I do not have to look at normal humanoids. Or communicate with them.
My mask is one of arrogant indifference. I wish you well with your primary relationship. But do not expect me to join you. I do not join. When you are talking to me (most men talk at you), I am probably not listening. Smile and nod. Why in the world would a female want to tend to a male who is not there. That’s beyond a little weird. Females need to look at that. What is it that makes you fundamentally subservient. What is it that you want. The little plastic man in his tuxedo standing on the cake has nothing to say.