I identify with this so much it’s eerie…. For the longest time, I mistakenly thought something was wrong with me that I felt repulsed by the idea of going out by myself socially. Not all suggestions involved going to clubs or bars.

But the very idea of going out by myself just seemed, if I’m overthinking it, pointless. Yes. Pointless. Why? Sure I could find comfort here rather than going out (I do live with my parents still, btw).

I’ve often been baffled, and now know thanks to expressive autistic people like Glenn, by the idea of going out where there is a seemingly limitless potential for social pitfalls. Sure this could be mostly social anxiety.

If multiple factors, some of the reason is derived the double empathy problem and, in my 42-year-old case, a lifetime of experiences with cross-neurotype miscommunications.