I am often told:
“Everyone experiences that.”
“That’s happened to me.”
While this may be true, and I appreciate the sympathy, it also makes it hard for me to forgive myself.
If everyone has trouble making friends, why am I so often alone?
If everyone is overwhelmed by loud noises, why do restaurants and concerts and carnivals scare me?
If everyone forgets and misuses words sometimes, why am I often incapable of getting others to understand what I’m trying to say?
Does this mean I’m weak? Does this mean I’m lazy? Does this mean I’m not trying?
Because you may experience something once, but I experience it constantly.
Something may occasionally bother you, but it is a constant obstacle for me.
When I tell you something is hard for me, and you tell me it’s hard for everyone…
You are not helping.
You are planting seeds of doubt.
You are telling me all the work I put into surviving each day is worthless, because I shouldn’t have to do that work at all.