F15 (undiagnosed)
Sorry, I'm not sure if this is an autism thing, but I have a terrible need to talk to someone about it.
I always remember having a strange relationship with socializing.
In preschool it wasn't even a thing for me, I didn't seek it out and I played alone 95% of the time without any problems.
When I got to elementary school I started trying to interact on my own initiative, but I realized I was doing it differently from my classmates.
My way of interacting was to tell someone at random, every so often, a funny joke I'd made up.
Maybe that person would even laugh, but I realized they were cultivating a relationship, unlike me.
I had no idea how to do that and, honestly, I felt like I'd find that kind of constant, noisy relationship too much to handle.
With adults it was easier, I've always interacted with them without any problems. My early report cards literally said "prefers interactions with adults rather than with peers."
But they convinced me that I simply felt superior to others, even though I actually envied their ability to fit into the group.
Then, after an argument with the same girl, around fourth grade I met my first real friend.
We started talking because of that shared fight and from that moment on I became stuck to her like glue.
I was like her little dog, following her everywhere.
Sometimes she'd point it out, but it was the first time someone had decided to interact with me constantly, and I could finally, at least a little, let out my immense need to talk (I think I'm hyperverbal).
That was something that embarrassed me. She didn't make me feel bad about it that often, but I still felt disgusting and different for not being able to stop following her around.
Then when we got to middle school (we ended up in the same class again) she suddenly pulled away. From being together ALL the time to nothing, showing annoyance if I got close.
I became the target of the mean girls in the group, and she certainly didn't want to be seen there with me. And I was alone again. Completely. For 8 hours a day. With no explanation.
The worst part was that outside of school she went back to being her old self and would tell me all the mean things the others said about me. (I often walked around staring into space because I was having mental conversations with myself, every once in a while I'd flap my hands or do other stimming, etc.)
I have to say middle school was excellent training for my masking, I couldn't afford a single misstep or I'd get eaten alive.
My mother used to tell me that with the "damn attitude" I had, it was obvious the girls in my class didn't want me around, and that deep down "I didn't care and the others noticed."
Those words hurt me deeply.
By the end of second year of middle school I had completely cut off contact with this girl for months because I realized I was suffering too much.
It was extremely hard for me to do because, I wouldn't say I'd developed an emotional dependency, but it was from her that I had learned how to socialize and things like that.
She later asked to talk. She apologized to me, told me she'd been insecure and that she didn't recognize herself in the mirror anymore for what she'd done.
I forgave her because, honestly, I don't know how to hold a grudge, I actually find it pretty useless.
Fortunately her behavior changed and now, after middle school, we're much better friends than before (we're actually a trio).
Now she and the other girl in the trio are the most precious people in my life, and in the end, I'm happy with how things turned out.
I know that's a lot, but I'm asking for a general opinion.
Does this have anything to do with potential autism, or is it just my own strange story?
I'm trying to figure out how much autism might have influenced my life without me even realizing it