Yikes. I long for a world without gossip, with thought before word and especially action, with people who meet their needs for sex and stimulation without pouncing on others. Stim toys and plushies are not that expensive, and there’s no danger of non-consent or misreading body language/cues or rejection sensitive dysphoria, they’re always available, and also no danger of a Lennie situation from ‘Of Mice and Men.’ I don’t understand how people who are completely unable to read the consent/intent of an entire neurotype think that it’s healthy and sexy to charge full speed ahead through life and into others’ space and then expect/demand everyone to ‘stop’ them when their impulsivity and aggression communicate possible violent non-receptiveness to resistance. Like if someone has such hyper focus on their own needs and impulses and so little interest in mine, there’s a non-zero chance that trying to block and fend them off will induce rage and even more poor impulse control. And that’s even more traumatising. I’m so tired. Sometimes hanging with super-social people feels like being at a party where everyone’s on cocaine or seeking cocaine except me. I understand if they’re getting dopamine from social contact how ecstatic that must be, but all I got was a landfill of cortisol and adrenaline and a near-fugue secondary stress response. HALP.