Something I’m super self-conscious about is my inability to remember names.
I’ve heard about Autistic people not able to recognize faces (propoagnosia…I think I misspelled it…) but I have a really hard time recalling names of people I’ve met before. I’ve had friends or casual acquaintances where I’ve gone weeks or months without knowing their names, because I get too embarrassed to ask them to tell me! And it’s so frustrating, because obviously I know who they are, but I just can’t remember their name.
I don’t know why, maybe it’s an association issue. Like the same way I know PLACES, but I can’t remember street signs or names of familiar boulevards/neighborhoods.etc, despite having lived in a place for years. That’s super embarrassing too, because then I think people will think I’m stupid and treat me like I’m a toddler when I’m not, I just cannot remember the name of the person/place I’m trying to describe.
If anyone else out there has this issue, please know you are not alone! I know how frustrating and alienating it can feel, but please know that you are not “stupid” or “infantile” for these issues!
I quickly rushed out of there. Everyone at school didn’t know she was in a relationship, hardly anyone did except my friends. So I didn’t know why I was surprised to hear her friends didn’t know either.
It didn’t bother me most of the time that she had slept with a lot of people. I just didn’t like to hear about it and I think that was normal for anyone in a relationship. Or I wasn’t sure? Nia was my first girlfriend ever, my first friend ever, my first genuine connection to another person ever. Besides my family.
Sometimes I wondered if I hadn’t grown up the way I had, would I still be clinging onto her so tightly?
Alright, look… How about I get off early tonight and I buy us a bunch of candy and we can sit around and get fat and we can watch a scary movie together? How’s that for a compromise? C-compromise? C-O-M-promise. Compromise. How about that’s your word for the day, yeah? It’s something that’s kinda in-between. It’s like halfway happy. By 5-1-5? 5:15. Yeah, sure.