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not sure if this is anything but could help
I have been nervous about social situations for a while for the exact reason you said: I never know how it's going. I am kinda always second guessing myself and what I find is that my mind is just spitting these sort of anxious thoughts out really quickly. So for me there is value in forcing my brain to slow down, sometimes it's me distracting myself and sometimes it's me sitting still trying to just observe the nasty thoughts. When they're slower, I recognize what for me is essentially a script of self-hatred. Not really any organic or in-the-moment thoughts.So, I tell myself that I'm not good but I don't even really believe that when I beat myself up. And it's the same kind of thing with mistakes. I literally keep thinking about dumb shit from 2019, and even though I have the insight to reflect, I am still trapped in wondering if I did something stupid. There's this recognition more and more that my brain is using this like a chew toy, I'm making myself anxious for fun!
I am often caught in a literal way of relating to people! I'm currently trying to talk myself out of there being a "right number of times" to reach out during a week or "does this warrant texting someone". Because I'm so caught up on these things that I just don't text. I want to be better connected, and that desire is starting to outgrow my fear of saying something stupid.
Again, not sure if this is anything, but I relate very much to your comment
A+ comment, I completely relate to this. I think there's a grain of truth to this:
for me too, but my current theory is that being miserable is the easiest thing in the world. I want more than that, though, so I fight.
Oh for sure, I've faced misery as a default on and off for a long time. I have to work to be happy, but when I get there it feels like it was worth it.
oh waow
Why would the brain do this, it causes us distress so surely we should not?
But for me, at this point I get more anxious about ambiguity than anything else. There are situations where it's like, if I could even tell clear-cut whether it was my fault, I could deal with it better. I tend to get huge spikes of anxiety when there's no sensory input, socially, like I don't get any feedback...
This is awesome, love to see it. There is no "right number of times" for anything social related! Message people, cause problems โจ For me it is also hard because, uh I genuinely annoy people a lot of the time, literally I talk too much. That might sound like an eyerolling anxiety self hate thing, but I talk at extreme lengths to the point people have just quit in the past. So Idk, I just wish I could go to bed without my brain wondering if I've fucked up, not sure...
Brains are confusing
I relate to this so much, and I find that I have to rely on myself to interpret things. Which is, like, terrifying, because if I misread things I might feel super embarrassed. I'm very much used to relying on someone else's opinions
Sadly I am pretty much the opposite, I am quiet to the point that I can't engage and others don't know how and neither do I. It's frustrating because I can't hate myself but also, hot damn I would like to change this about myself. I wish I had better insight for this specifically
No kidding...
I have very much got into the habit of just not making any assumptions or interpretations beyond the very literal. I must be infuriating to talk to but lol
If you find a really weird special interest that you really like, maybe it'll drive you to talk more? :3 The vast majority of my social motivation is talking about weird stuff, Idk.
Interpreting is annoying
Beyond the core assumption that people don't want to talk to me, I have avoided interpreting to an intense degree, in that if people don't talk to me I assume that means they just don't want to. If I initiate a conversation, and the other person doesn't initiate the next time, I am left in analysis paralysis and we often don't talk again. It's like I want someone to run in and slam the "Executive Function" button for me.
I grew up watching reality TV so sometimes I use my imagination and pretend I'm in a confessional on an island in Panama, or whatever. It's a framing device for me and only me lol
I have interests that I go nuts for, I just get caught in this assumption that people don't want to hear about it. Because if I talk and nobody responds, I get very caught up in why people didn't respond. I'm fighting years of post-game analysis every time I say something and wonder what people think. I want to understand so I can improve. But the world just at large doesn't care if I specifically understand things, so...
Same same.. Its so difficult. The ambiguity is killer...
YES. I am working on internalising this.
If there's a part of being autistic I actually truly loathe, it's this. Being incapable of reading social cues or whatever on its own is not awful, but it leaves me drowned in anxiety sometimes and aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
You just send people however many messages you want, you just talk to em a lot and it's great y'know... Their inboxes full, their minds full, with our incredible yapping...
yes. yes... sigh... it is such a struggle at times. makes me very glad for the little breaks I get from being a Human Adult(tm) when I can just become a lesser creature and everything can be simple.
Also, text conversations can be helpful too.
fuck yes I love this framing. my messages are a gift lmao, why would any reasonable person be upset about them? I never feel bad receiving messages from people, so this really should be one of those "treat yourself how you treat others" moments...
god I wish that were me
Oh yeah I mean, imagine talking to people irl???
Exactly this You're gettin it now!