Isolating myself from the human world is the first thing that I instinctively do when the proverbial starts to hit the fan in my world. It happens almost without my awareness, and sadly, the more my friends try to reach out and connect with me at such times, the more and more fiercely I repel their advances. It leads to a lot of hurt, a lot of guilt, a lot of misunderstanding, because I think that even empathic well intentioned people who try to understand this phenomena probably can't a lot of the time. Somehow, almost all of my friends seem to come from the other end of the social spectrum and have enjoyed safe, healthy, nurturing and very socially connected upbringings and adult lives, which somehow just deepens the divide between us.
It's hard to not just conclude that it's all too hard. Actually, sometimes I wonder if that's what I have concluded, without even meaning to. Consciously I am trying to fight this, but it feels all wrong, and right now the prospect of even getting myself out the door and in to work this morning to face my colleagues is filling me with a nauseating dread.
Some day it will be different. I have to try to believe that, as others of you have had to believe it.
Maddog