Thoughts
A bigger part of it is just that I don’t believe anyone will ever understand me. I know a lot of people. A lot of people. Who claim to
understand me and yet react in shock and confusion when I describe how my brain works.
I don’t know if I want someone who understands me or someone who doesn’t try to.
I’m not afraid of someone knowing me. I’m deeply deeply afraid of someone claiming that they know me. It’s humiliating for someone else to say that they understand what goes on in my head. Because they’re saying that there’s no reason to listen to me and there’s no reason for me to exist.