Something that struck me.
I've been thinking about the book I read for my Psychopathology class (it's called Nobody Nowhere for those interested), especially the part where the girl recounts making friends at a new school...
I went around the school for weeks asking everyone I
came across if they were my friend.
"But I don't know you," most replied.
"But if you did," I would persist, "would you be my
friend?"
... I think that clearly describes my feelings about making friends for a very long time. I also think it's dangerous for me to so closely identify with an autist.
I went around the school for weeks asking everyone I
came across if they were my friend.
"But I don't know you," most replied.
"But if you did," I would persist, "would you be my
friend?"
... I think that clearly describes my feelings about making friends for a very long time. I also think it's dangerous for me to so closely identify with an autist.