I thought I was unique in this, but maybe it’s a common Aspie situation. When I was in high school, my mother told me that I didn’t need to get straight A’s all the time. I ought to go out and have fun instead. The problem was, I knew how to get straight A’s, but had no idea how to have fun.
I fear I wasted a lot of time in my adulthood making myself do things because I knew other people enjoyed them. I kept hoping I’d learn to like them. I was probably in my 30’s or 40’s before I decided I didn’t have to force myself to go to parties. I was never going to learn to like them, and why should I go to them when I didn’t.
So what if my idea of having a good time is to lose myself in a spreadsheet? Or if my idea of great art is a really good infographic? Is that really something so shameful that I don’t dare say it in public? It’s not like I kill people for fun or something. I’m weird but I’m not hurting anyone.I spent a lot of time making this for my own reference. It was a lot of fun. Why should I be so embarrassed about admitting that?