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Personally, my knowledge of socializing and social skills grew in stages throughout my life.What age did you guys realise how important socialising and social skills were? I think I did around year 5/6 when my desire to be social was compelling me to interact with others. So, I started feeling deeply lonely as I had no person around me to connect with. Not at home or at school. And it's like I suddenly realised that I wasn't alone in the world and that there were people around me, if that makes sense. To this day, I still do not know how to really compute this, how to feel about it. I am as confused now as I was back then on this fact. I can form statements from it from observation and learning but I do not know how to act off of them. I can certainly say that I instinctively feel an urge to act nice, kind and pleasant and that this is right. Besides from that, nothing else. I feel like a child still mentally regarding this.
As a result, my attempts to socialise were cringy, unsatisfying and fruitless. I never met my goal until I came across the concept of suicide later on in year 11. From year 11-13, I promised myself I'd commit suicide at the age of 18. In that period, I had no care of how people saw me or how I treated others as I would not deal with the consequences anyway, so I managed to gain a 'friend group'. I was never truly satisfied with them. I only desired fun in my final years so we what we had was shallow. From what I said, you can probably see that this was partly my fault as I cemented myself as the easy-going, fun friend, which is too weak of a foundation for stronger friendships that would satisfy our nature, or soul or whatever. I've still not found a way to act as uncaring as I did then without thinking of suicide. It's bizarre - the more I take life seriously, the more I fail at endeavours of friendship and learning.
Interestingly, my grades were really good during this period, eventually plummeting as I started taking life seriously, thinking I had a future. But many other things occurred at the same time in year 13, and I could not deal with the stress and lacked guidance.
I don't really know how to conclude. Lol.