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Sideways
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@scout86 - I grew up with a dad who's high on the aspergers spectrum. He stores crazy amounts of information in his head, and I don't think that he needs everyone else to have their facts straight all the time, he's just not very socially adept. So his sole contribution to a lot of conversations is correcting the incorrect, and then elaborating with crazy amounts of detail on any topic under the sun.
There are some things that I'm grateful he corrects me about. If some GP had just told me chocolate causes migraines, it's really handy that he'll correct that. I suffer from migraines- I need my info on them to be right. Less handy that he'll then start some speech about migraines and chocolate and little neurons in the brain and on and on.
It gets tiring. I'm okay with it, because I know he's not taking a dig at me, it's just the only way he knows how to contribute to a conversation.
But when you ask if I'm okay with living with wrong info in my head generally? Totally. Doesn't bother me at all. Things that matter to me, I want to have my facts straight. Whether or not my version of how lighting and thunder are created is even remotely scientific? Couldn't care less. One day it may make for an interesting conversation with someone. Probably not. But knowing that my grade 2 version of clouds bash together and cause thunder probably isn't true? So what!
There's a big grey area in between the things I want to have right, and the things where I don't care if I'm wrong. And what I need to have right changes over time. But I'll never be right about everything, and that is so okay with me.
The motivations and tactics people have for correcting me when I'm wrong, though - that matters. If it's a put down, if they're trying to make me feel stupid? I don't like that much.
There are some things that I'm grateful he corrects me about. If some GP had just told me chocolate causes migraines, it's really handy that he'll correct that. I suffer from migraines- I need my info on them to be right. Less handy that he'll then start some speech about migraines and chocolate and little neurons in the brain and on and on.
It gets tiring. I'm okay with it, because I know he's not taking a dig at me, it's just the only way he knows how to contribute to a conversation.
But when you ask if I'm okay with living with wrong info in my head generally? Totally. Doesn't bother me at all. Things that matter to me, I want to have my facts straight. Whether or not my version of how lighting and thunder are created is even remotely scientific? Couldn't care less. One day it may make for an interesting conversation with someone. Probably not. But knowing that my grade 2 version of clouds bash together and cause thunder probably isn't true? So what!
There's a big grey area in between the things I want to have right, and the things where I don't care if I'm wrong. And what I need to have right changes over time. But I'll never be right about everything, and that is so okay with me.
The motivations and tactics people have for correcting me when I'm wrong, though - that matters. If it's a put down, if they're trying to make me feel stupid? I don't like that much.