When you have Aspergers making friends is not as easy as it sounds. My daughter is a social bumblefly. Yes I meant to say bumblefly! She wants to be social, LOVES having friends. But as soon as they sense just a tad bit of weirdness or difference they head for the hills. When she talks about her reptile obsession to much, if she gets too in your face because she doesn’t understand personal space or that your hands are not for grabbing. She’s 8.5 and I worry every day that she will never have that ONE amazing friend to hang with. I dont expect her to have an army of friends just that one friend that accepts her completely as she is.
Lets face it, do any of us really have a friend that accepts us with all our faults and still loves us? I do, ONE. My husband. He see’s me at my worst and still accepts me and loves me unconditionally. I’m lucky, but what will happen with my little Bean? I can’t protect her from the mean people all her life. Yet it physically pains me to see her struggle. And that is not an over exaggeration. And sometimes when I feel pain, I get angry and explode. Angry that people are mean, angry that people dont understand, angry that there has to be some social pyramid for everyone. Why can’t we all just learn to be accepting of those that are different. Not tolerant, I hate that word!! Tolerant to me means to put up with. I dont want anyone to “put up” with me or my daughter. But to be accepting that there will be days that are different..harder than others. Difference isn’t a bad thing, its just different.