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A little too much probably. I can go on for weeks to months with absolute barest minimal of human contact. There have been times i barely utter few words over the course of days.
Like the random discussions here are completely enough to sustain that aspect of humanity indefinitely.
I’m not even sure i have ever reached to a point where I start to crave human contact
I honestly wish I was that introverted. Socialising is too difficult and daunting (plus I live in a rural area), but I also reeeally really need it.
Yeah it has its benefits, but it kinda disables one of the biggest aspects of human nature. The community, connection, enjoyment from interaction part. We’re supposed to be social animals.
Yes that aspect is still somewhere there, but it’s so weak and rare that it might as well not exist.
You just need to find people to be introverted with. It’s an odd concept, but reading a book in the same room as someone else doing the same is great
Edit: the trouble is finding them. That part sucks
I wouldn’t say an odd concept, it’s completely normal for me. Rather decent way to spend time, though not specifically reading a book, but whatever alternative each individual prefers.
But yeah there are way too many people who wouldn’t consider that as spending time together.
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel.
Joke aside, I’d be fine with that trade-off. I have no great love for human nature. We’re odd creatures, to say the least.
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I’m not even sure i have ever reached to a point where I start to crave human contact
I feel like I’ve spent most of my life alone. I’m socially awkward and my self-loathing and low self-esteem seem to hinder any attempt I do make. A coworker game me their number to share memes or something and we talked for like 2 days before I felt like I was bothering them and stopped messaging them. I feel guilty for things that I didn’t do or aren’t even my fault. I feel like such a basket case. I’m ultimately responsible for my own loneliness.
Are you me?
Currently on an 8-day camping trip with my extroverted girlfriend and her massive extroverted family. I cried on day one. It’s the morning of day 2 right now. My anxiety and self-loathing have been absolutely crippling and I wish I could just go home.
It sounds to me like past events with shitty people built up your loneliness though. It sounds like that because I’m the same way. I used to want to socialize, but couldn’t get it when I was young because bullies made me feel like every time I talked, I was bothering someone. I remember in fifth grade doing an exercise that was supposed to build up our self-esteem. We were given a paper and told to go around the room and get compliments from everyone. I got two: 1) You have nice hair, and 2) You’re good at annoying people. Needless to say, that exercise backfired on me, because the fact that that’s all I could get out of a room of 30 people solidified the idea that every time I talk to someone, I must be bothering them.
As an adult I know intellectually that that’s not true - plenty of people love what I add, lots of people think I’m funny, and say they learn new things every time they talk to me. But deep down, I’m still that little girl who thinks they’re all just humoring me to be polite. Along the path to adulthood, I stopped trying to make friends - the people who get me usually click with me immediately, while those that don’t click probably never will. So why put out the effort?
Anyway, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve had similar experiences. Autism is tough, without guidance for socialization and with a lower desire for it than neurotypicals have, it’s easy to miss out on key moments in social development. Now we’re loner adults, so used to doing things for ourselves, that the idea of involving others might not even enter our minds. That’s my case, at least. I always think I need to have some big thing planned if I’m to invite someone to do something with me, even though most people just think, “I’m bored, I should invite so-and-so over.” Meanwhile the idea of inviting someone over usually doesn’t cross my mind, and on the rare occasion it does I think, “I don’t want to bore others, so I won’t waste someone else’s time by inviting them when I don’t know what we should do.”
I try not to beat myself up about it. Yes, ultimately we are all responsible for ourselves and our loneliness, but I can’t control the anxiety I get at the thought of socialization. Though I’ve made massive strides since the foundation was laid, there’s a limit to what I can do. I can’t afford therapy, the co-pays alone are out of my budget. Stuck in this situation, I’ve come to accept it. On the plus side, there’s no rule saying we can’t go out and do things, attend public events and such, by ourselves. Maybe that’s weird to other people, but a lot of things about me are weird to other people, so I’m not going to let their opinions ruin my day.
Yep. I am the same. I talk to my cats, but in terms of people, three to four hours a week involve talking to people with my voice
I find I can usually pass for normal for about 10 - 20 minutes. Then, whoever I’m socializing with finds something else to do.
Yes, but you’ll be drained.
I can be surrounded by people I truly care about and I still can’t wait to get out of there. As I grow older, my social battery runs lower and lower. I’m now at the point where I’m mentally exhausted a week before and a week after a social event. That means that, let’s say 8 hours, of socializing takes up 14 days of my life. A quick cost/benefit analysis will reveal that it has to be a very special event before I’d even consider showing up.
When your friend drags you to a party where you know no one, and then leaves you alone
It’s interesting how even as a kid, I had limits for socialization that I couldn’t verbalize. I remember on the rare occasion a friend would come over, getting this growing tension inside, a sensation of “I want them to leave” that would build up until after they’d gone. Then the sense of relief when they left, oh that relief was so sweet.
Sleepovers were tough. Sure, they were fun, but by the time morning came around I just wanted everyone to GTFO and leave me be. I wasn’t taught how to communicate that need (saying something would be “rude” and that’s all I was taught), so I’d just feel increasingly stressed until everyone went home.
How introverted are you
me: Yes
If only they’d asked her how many rivets Titanic had…
Can relate
I’m at a wedding today. I only know my family. My dad is best man. People are either 25 years older or 15 years younger than me. The older ones know my dad and I look a lot like him.
Please kill me.
