I ask this specifically to people on the spectrum: how do/did you feel when you try/tried to make friends in school?
I don't like starting conversations with people my age (I find it easier with older people) and am very insecure with whether they would be interested in me or not, so that has kept me from befriending people. It doesn't help that the only options I have in front of me are the people who swear, speak in this slang that personally weirds me out (like how everyone calls each other "bro" for some reason), and are overall noisy and kinda immature. Plus, I don't even know if they like Animal Crossing or crocheting or Kieran from Pokémon!
I did try befriending someone once back in 8th grade with this neurotypical I sat next to and I failed spectacularly. There was a lot of misunderstanding and both of us felt uncomfortable. Plus, I was out of place when it came to the social norms that he was used to; I barely made eye contact and I think I came off as a creep to him a few times. I'd like to go into detail, but the more I think about it the more embarrassed I feel.
So I wonder what it was like for you making friends—or at least trying to—as an autistic person.
I don't like starting conversations with people my age (I find it easier with older people) and am very insecure with whether they would be interested in me or not, so that has kept me from befriending people. It doesn't help that the only options I have in front of me are the people who swear, speak in this slang that personally weirds me out (like how everyone calls each other "bro" for some reason), and are overall noisy and kinda immature. Plus, I don't even know if they like Animal Crossing or crocheting or Kieran from Pokémon!
I did try befriending someone once back in 8th grade with this neurotypical I sat next to and I failed spectacularly. There was a lot of misunderstanding and both of us felt uncomfortable. Plus, I was out of place when it came to the social norms that he was used to; I barely made eye contact and I think I came off as a creep to him a few times. I'd like to go into detail, but the more I think about it the more embarrassed I feel.
So I wonder what it was like for you making friends—or at least trying to—as an autistic person.