When I was five my cousin Eddy emigrated to Canada.
Twenty five years ago he came back for a visit. I don’t remember very much of that.
Last Saturday my father called to tell me that Eddy would be visiting his sister Ina on Sunday. My father would go there and he asked me whether I liked to join him. I did.
Ina had invited several of her brother friends from the old days and her neighbours. The weather was beautiful so we sat in the garden. She makes a living of being a garden artist so she has a nice, all be it small, garden.
Neighbors tree
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I took the opitionity to observe these neuro typicals. One of my bigger problems in dealing with people is that I never knew what to say to them. So while everyone around me was busy having a conversation, I was watching in silence. But now I know that I have a problem with talking I don’t consider it a problem anymore.
But there is something more going on. It’s not only that I have a problem with talking. It’s also that I wouldn’t know what to say to these people.
My father asked Eddy for how long he would be staying in the Netherlands and when he arrived. Which is a strange question because just last week he talked about that with Ina. So Why would he ask Eddy the same question.
Ina’s neighbor had a few stories about things I don’t remember. Couldn’t be very important.
With some surprise she pointed us to a strange tree in a neighbors garden she thought to be dying. From her kitchen she only could see the leave less top.
Although I liked the visit I concluded that what neuro typicals tell each other, about liking to hear each others voice, is true. Most of the things they talked about weren’t that important. It seemed as though they were just making noise.
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I really love this one! WOW super! And yeah you’re right (most conversations people have skim the surface anyways) I am not autistic but find it hard to converse often for just that reason, I disconnect …
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