It’s odd how so many have difficulty grasping that not experiencing guilt or remorse does not remove the ability to experience other emotions. I’m not an automaton; a robot empty of ever being able to have average human experiences. Yes, some aspects of my identity and my expressiveness is entirely artificial, but those are just aspects, not an indicator of the whole.
Dealing with peoples ignorance around this is the most frustrating in the world. The majority of my emotions are muted, and some I don’t feel at all, but that does not mean I feel at all or am unable to understand them.
I may not feel sadness, guilt, remorse or grief for other people, but I know when those emotions are expected of me and how to mimic them. While that may not be the same as actually feeling sadness or guilt, if I didn’t care at all, I would even bother.
I wouldn’t be able to work as a social worker if I wasn’t able to feel at all.
Apparently, most people perceive this as creepy and interpret it as having incestuous undertones….
Which I really don’t understand… I mean, I am a 22 year old woman and I still snuggle with my mom.
My brother is 18 and he still snuggles with mom.
Hell, all three of use snuggle and sleep in the same bed most of the time!
The molars I bought came in today! I thought my heart was going to explode from joy.
I love how they look, how they feel, the sound they make when I roll them around in my hand! This little guys is my favorite :)
When I have time, I am going to sterilize them and then suck on them ;)
I had a strange dream a few weeks back about being a real estate agent and I was trying to sell this giant, old house with a massive back yard. It was a perfect house and in a perfect part of the county side, with no one around for miles. Well, living people, that is.
Right at the edge of this house’s backyard was a horribly unmaintained graveyard and all the coffins were pushing up out of the earth. I think I even saw a set of feet sticking out of a busted coffin.
I kept trying to convince the families that were looking at the house that it was no big deal and that they do that all the time, even making jokes like “It’s hard to keep the dead in the ground around here,” and stuff.
I really wanted to do my job and get the house sold, but then again I didn’t because I wanted that house and to live by a creepy graveyard.
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While I have never been officially diagnosed, because I would never talk to any professional about my tastes, I definitely qualify for ASPD.
I have difficulty maintaining relationships although generally make connections pretty easy. I have very few friends, but I don’t have very strong feelings for them.
I have trouble working within my cultures social norms, obligations or my countries rules.
I don’t really care about how other people feel. Occasionally I find someone that I really do care for (mostly female friends that I start to like too much) but I am not is contact with them anymore because I am no good with long distance relationships.
Depending on whom I am with or how well they know me, I can get very aggressive. I used to be a very violent child, nearly killing or maiming my little brother several times. I also attacked a lot of kids on the school yard. They actually used to call me the Sea Dragon because I would run around hissing and growling at other kids then bite and punch them.
I feel irritable most of the time and I hate talking to people, but this may be because of my anxiety and being an introvert who has a job that revolves around talking to people.
I do deceive and lie to people for my own purposes or pleasure and sometimes I have a hard time feeling bad when I have hurt someone.