If I’m contemplating ways to communicate with a neurotypical (other than my daughter or husband), I can’t help but feel leery. It’s awful, especially if there might be a chance to maybe communicate with an old acquaintance or relative. In such situations, I feel like a rabbit that’s trapped in a dark corner that doesn’t know if it should run or if it’s okay to stay.
The dark¹ corner feeling comes from hitting my best level at small talk. If I dig at the conversation to bring it deeper, then sooner or later it seems I’m buried under dirt. This isn’t what usually happens when I’m communicating with another Aspie. I’ve observed enough Aspie-to-Aspie conversations to see that there is a huge difference between Aspies relating versus NTs. For me (and most other Aspies), there is no guess work involved in understanding what’s being communicated by either party when only Aspies are involved.
From what I’ve seen about how NTs handle communicating with me, they’re either assertive or avoidant. Compared to those two opposites, I’m somewhere in the middle — except for online (which typically is Aspie turf anyhow) and/or snail mail — too often too much like Charlie Brown, as displayed in this conversation done in a strip back on December 31, 1965:
Charlie Brown: Next year I’m going to be a changed person!
Lucy: That’s a laugh, Charlie Brown.
Charlie Brown: I mean it! I’m going to be strong and firm.
Lucy: Forget it. You’ll always be wishy-washy.
Charlie Brown: Why can’t I change just a little bit? I’ll be wishy one day and washy the next!
Charlie Brown is much like how I am. Charles Monroe Schulz (a classic Asperger individual) portrayed himself in his comic’s character, Charlie Brown. However, in some ways I have changed since childhood. In the comic strip, Charlie Brown never grew up. Oh how I’d love to continue the Peanuts comic strip where Schulz left off, depicting Charlie Brown through adolescence, young adulthood, middle-age, and then as a grandfather. It could still be funny overall, but (for it to be accurate) it would have to have some serious sections.
Take for example the Peanuts strip from January 21, 1968:
Lucy to Charlie Brown (at her psychiatric booth, explaining why people take advantage of him by talking too much:) It’s your own fault! You’re just too wishy-washy! People who talk too much² deserve to be insulted! They deserve to have other people walk away from them! Talking too much is an unforgivable social sin – absolutely unforgivable! The only way to deal with people who talk too much is to let them know just how boring they really are. You can’t waste your time with them, no, sir! Why should you sit and waste your valuable time while some bore talks on and on about nothing? Life is too short to waste it listening to some person who doesn’t know when to shut up! Time is too valuable! Time is…
How many times can a person endure having injustices done against him, especially when its twisted around to have him feeling like he is to blame? Charlie Brown’s worst ‘flaw’ is his repeatedly trusting others and longing to be accepted as the others are in the Peanuts gang.


Just because I learned how to be strong and firm sometimes (in order to protect myself), being leery is what causes wishy-washiness. Kids don’t mind ‘playing’ with someone as if he’s a toy without feelings. There are too many adults who haven’t matured past that stage. They’re just more experienced and able to be subtler than when they were younger.
Most adults, especially old acquaintances and/or relatives, hopefully want to work as hard as I do at finding a way to communicate that constructively works for everyone. Yesterday, I received a surprise phone call from someone back in high school. The last time I saw her was about 15 years ago. We talked for hours and we both seemed to enjoy it.³ I went through the same thing last year with a close relative I hadn’t spoke to for 15 years, except she surprisingly showed up at my house instead of calling. I have no idea if either of them are as confused as I now am.
I wasn’t given any contact information (like a phone number, email, or snail mail address) before yesterday’s phone conversation ended. I have to hope she merely forgot and maybe she will read this post and call me again. I also hope that maybe the relative who I saw last year for a couple of hours will read this post and contact me to help eliminate some of my (or our?) confusion. I can’t help but wonder if she hasn’t written to me for the same reason I haven’t written to her… that maybe she is as confused as I am?
I can’t shake the feeling that people might struggle over why I’m highly reluctant to use emails, especially when for them it’s much easier than putting a stamp on an addressed envelope once a season and having to wait longer for the gratification a response brings.
I thought having a contact page is a good compromise. I would receive the message and respond via snail mail and would be willing to send my skype name (only to those who I know very well). Skype provides many options for communicating, even sending an SMS (text message). After what I’ve been through with AOL’s programs, skype’s instant messaging is a relief. My mac handles the newest version of skype beautifully. However, if I were to install it on windows xp, I’d probably download the old version 3.8.0.188. Unfortunately, not everything that’s new is improved. (I do digress, no?)
My guess is that some people might have a hard time to understand why someone like me would never create a facebook account. It’s frustrating for me to know there are people I care about who have a facebook site, but facebook doesn’t allow a person access to it unless s/he subjects her/himself to facebook’s insanity.
In the beginning of this past February, a woman contacted me who saw me periodically during my childhood. She acted excited to have found me and I thought we’d stay in touch, instead of sharing only a couple of emails. I hope that she too might read this post and let me know at least why I haven’t heard from her again.
Before that, another person from high school (no, not a boyfriend) said he had been trying to find me for 27 years. He wanted us to be friends and he called a few times to briefly chit chat. I thought we’d actually visit in person, especially since he was close by in the area. Again, I’m left perplexed as to what all that polite small talk was about when it led nowhere.
Even going as far back as 45 years, a neighbor from that long ago dropped in unexpectedly to visit me in 1983 (without any contact in all those years) for about 10 minutes. Then, that was it. I never heard from her again (even though I remembered her birthday and mailed her a card afterward).
I’ve either said enough to explain why communicating with NTs makes me leery or I’ve said too much. No matter what, the way I look at it is, “How can you lose something that you don’t have?”
If Charlie Brown had an identical twin sister, I’d be her. Good grief!
¹It’s dark because I can’t see where I’m going with my conversation in regard to what the NT is planning to do about it.
²This includes people who brazenly trespass against you and would do so repeatedly if given the chance. Its not the size of the offense as much as it is the wrong spirit.
³What isn’t enjoyable is how much my muscles ache from being so tense while talking. Even though nothing bad happened, it’s kind of like almost having an accident in the sense that you can’t help but automatically brace yourself in case there is a collision.