I'm far more autistic IRL, how about you?
Are you more autistic online or IRL? -
- Thread starter The 25th Cyberman
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I'm more autistic online. IRL I'm more narcissistic
Online, since IRL I at least pretend to be not-autistic.
I'm more autistic IRL, because I don't think before I speak, but online I can read what I've typed before posting it.
Mostly online, seeing as text doesn't tend to translate out to emotions all that well. And sarcasm can get lost almost immediately as a result.
Absolutely IRL.
I've a mental illness on top of NLD, and when I'm tired or having a bad day I can do some really weird and embarrassing shit, regardless of the meds my psych stuffs down my throat. And even when it's a good day, the LD means that I can end up looking like a right twit. You know all of the retail workers' stories about the idiot who walks past a gigantic pile of sale items fifteen times, not able to find them because when not on sale they're usually stocked in a certain aisle, and ends up accosting a worker right next to the item stack and asks them if the store is still stocking the item? That's me. It's a legit part of the disorder, I think it's called agnosia? It means that I can have a hell of a lot of trouble seeing an object that to everyone else sticks out like a flagpole. And if it's a really bad day I have trouble remembering and/or saying very simple words, and might even be twitching a little or swaying very, very slightly to the left. People tend to wonder if I'm retarded and/or an alcoholic and/or a drug addict and/or potentially dangerous. It's really depressing. I can go into the same store every day for a month straight and everyone who works there recognises me and are reasonably chatty to me, but I go in there once on a bad day and the workers spend the next six months trying to pretend that they're not quietly wondering if I'm schizophrenic. Mind you, I do get 'understanding' people on a semi regular basis. The ones who look at me with melting sympathy and tender expressions, thinking that I need their compassion and support, and that talking to me like I've an IQ in the low 70s makes them a good person.
I've done some insanely autistic shit online and I'll do so again, but at least there's a delete button, or else I can quietly disappear forever when I realise what a tard I've been. Unfortunately it's extremely difficult to do that IRL.
The last time you were in this tiny, family owned corner shop you twitched, zoned out while people where talking to you, couldn't remember your pin, asked repeatedly where the milk was kept and the poor cashier looked like she wanted to make a run for it, fast and far away from the crazy person. So you're embarrassed as hell and never want to go back to the store that you inadvertently terrorised? Stiff shit. They're the only place that's open within a ten kilometre radius because it's 11pm on a public holiday, and if you don't buy, you don't eat. The store doesn't want you back, you don't want to go back, but what else can you do?
I've a mental illness on top of NLD, and when I'm tired or having a bad day I can do some really weird and embarrassing shit, regardless of the meds my psych stuffs down my throat. And even when it's a good day, the LD means that I can end up looking like a right twit. You know all of the retail workers' stories about the idiot who walks past a gigantic pile of sale items fifteen times, not able to find them because when not on sale they're usually stocked in a certain aisle, and ends up accosting a worker right next to the item stack and asks them if the store is still stocking the item? That's me. It's a legit part of the disorder, I think it's called agnosia? It means that I can have a hell of a lot of trouble seeing an object that to everyone else sticks out like a flagpole. And if it's a really bad day I have trouble remembering and/or saying very simple words, and might even be twitching a little or swaying very, very slightly to the left. People tend to wonder if I'm retarded and/or an alcoholic and/or a drug addict and/or potentially dangerous. It's really depressing. I can go into the same store every day for a month straight and everyone who works there recognises me and are reasonably chatty to me, but I go in there once on a bad day and the workers spend the next six months trying to pretend that they're not quietly wondering if I'm schizophrenic. Mind you, I do get 'understanding' people on a semi regular basis. The ones who look at me with melting sympathy and tender expressions, thinking that I need their compassion and support, and that talking to me like I've an IQ in the low 70s makes them a good person.
I've done some insanely autistic shit online and I'll do so again, but at least there's a delete button, or else I can quietly disappear forever when I realise what a tard I've been. Unfortunately it's extremely difficult to do that IRL.
The last time you were in this tiny, family owned corner shop you twitched, zoned out while people where talking to you, couldn't remember your pin, asked repeatedly where the milk was kept and the poor cashier looked like she wanted to make a run for it, fast and far away from the crazy person. So you're embarrassed as hell and never want to go back to the store that you inadvertently terrorised? Stiff shit. They're the only place that's open within a ten kilometre radius because it's 11pm on a public holiday, and if you don't buy, you don't eat. The store doesn't want you back, you don't want to go back, but what else can you do?
IRL without a doubt, this NSP fandom shit can pass online where more people know about it and it's just text on a screen but try to have a real life conversation with someone about learning the piano part for 'No Reason Boner' and you look like a total fruitloop.
Probably irl, I think. My brain is faster than my mouth so I tend to slur my words together a lot and mispronounce things very often. Also stuttering. Oh god, the stuttering.
I end up getting flustered and frustrated at myself.
I end up getting flustered and frustrated at myself.
totally not a :powerlevel: thread.
I am surprised by how it seems that most people are not bothering to hide their autism offline. You can get real world consequences for irl autism
Yeah, the other day I almost crashed my mother's car because tiredness+ sensory perception issues meant that I couldn't feel where the brake pedal was.
Two days later, I managed to wear my shirt inside-out all day.
In conversation my pronouns seem to select themselves at random, and I regularly say the exact opposite word of what I meant.
I'm a walking comedy show IRL.
Two days later, I managed to wear my shirt inside-out all day.
In conversation my pronouns seem to select themselves at random, and I regularly say the exact opposite word of what I meant.
I'm a walking comedy show IRL.
Definitely in irl. I have horrid social skills and I avoid almost everyone so I won't embarrass myself constantly. Whereas online, I'm (mostly) normal and articulate. I guess it's easier to type with a keyboard than to say my thoughts out loud.
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That's a half-measure. You've got to go for the gold. Snap with both hands then give the pun recipient the 'ol double finger-guns.
