Everyone in the workplace and in volunteer situations knows me as the person to ask if they have any kind of question. During an average day, I have half a dozen people come ask me for advice, because they know that if I don’t already know the answer, I know where to find it.
Of course, much like a stereotypical village wise person, there is a kind of social distance between me and other people. But I prefer it that way.
Autism makes my life very hard in some ways, but I do love my ability to create an internal encyclopedia on subjects I enjoy.
I feel this. I have come to realize that I really love helping. I assumed it was some kind of trauma response to childhood, but that never really jived with my recollections. I like the idea that it’s frankly just something I enjoy because of bigly empathy. Thanks for this point of view.