I remember sitting on my Aspergers friends porch, listening to the banter from all around the neighborhood...I had just been kicked out of my Aunt's house by her psychotic ex...
I remember saying to him... Listen to that! *noises from the neighborhood* Why do I feel hostility all around me?! Is that normal?! Does everyone feel this way?! They couldn't, or they wouldn't flock to shopping malls....
Why do I feel hostility the very second I step out the door?! It makes me want to crawl back inside the house, the din of humanity is threatening to me...
He told me it was my experience, he told me he feels it to, but to a lessor degree, partly simply from not caring...
He then told me that maybe I should take the medication my doctor prescribed, if only because I'd become so intolerant, that it didn't allow me to live anymore.
He agrees with me that almost everyone has an agenda. But, that outcomes are all that really matter...
Fast forward to today, after I had discovered that the meds I was given weren't going to work out for me. I found something else, another concoction that did...
I am grateful I took his advice. Not because taking stuff ripped away all the horrible things people have done to me...
But because, to some degree, it has allowed me to live... Even if only to some degree. I'll take it.