I’m going to kind of jump around here, and try to hit everything that’s been brought up…
Fear…is interesting.
I’m not afraid of relationships. Fear of rejection is not a fear I have. I’m not shy, though I act like it sometimes, when it would be imprudent to say what I’m thinking. Ridicule? Why would I care if someone wants to ridicule me? The only thing that affects is my social standing with the other people around them. If I effectively deal with the ridicule, then I can preserve my standing with those people, or even enhance it. It’s just an opportunity for me to demonstrate that I can handle it well.
It would be a lie if I said that social rejection has no effect on me…it does. For about 30 seconds, and then I get over it. That length of time doesn’t change based on how long I’ve known the person doing the rejecting, and I don’t waste any time afraid of whether or not it will eventually happen.
Because they’re bored of watching TV? Seriously, though, going out and training for a marathon is just as much letting your disability define you as sitting around watching TV is. In one case you’re trying to fight against it, in the other you’re giving in to it. In neither case are you accepting it and doing what you want. Not that I’m trying to say that no cripples who train for marathons or watch TV are doing what they actually want to do.
All three of the calls you mentioned would be pointless to me, unless I had an ulterior motive. I can go get icecream alone, if I want it.
Or, for a real life example, someone I’d known for about 2 weeks asked me “How was work today?” That question caught me off guard and I immediately started thinking about how to answer it, and why they were asking. The answer I decided on was something similar to “meh, it was work”, a non-answer that doesn’t really say anything, but sounds like I’m saying something. It was really none of their business.
No, I don’t feel guilt.
Yes, I’ve always been this way…well, almost always. There was one time when I was 7 or 8 and someone I knew had to leave (couldn’t ever see them again)…I cried a bit then.
Emotions were allowed to be shown, but they were mostly shown by one parent, and rejected by the other. Not that I had any desire to share or disclose them in the first place. The last thing I want when I’m feeling sad is to have another person around. I also have no desire to share my emotions when I’m feeling happy, lest you think this only applies to negative emotions. Most of the time when I’m feeling something I work to bring myself back to my baseline. I tried an experiment recently where I allowed happy/sad/whatever to run their course without interference and decided that it wasn’t worth it.
What does it mean to love yourself? What do you do when you love yourself that you don’t do when you hate yourself? Or are just indifferent about yourself? I see that ‘love yourself’ thing thrown around quite a bit, so I’m kind of curious.
While I’d love to say I’m an android…
Hmm maybe I’m an android with blood. I never have actually tried peeling back my skin.