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  I’m naturally very high in Dark Triad traits. I’m self-centred, always filtering a plan through “how does it affect me though”. I’m a career salesperson and lifelong social chameleon, and I have selective empathy to protect myself because when it’s activated, it’s ACTIVATED. So I leave my empathy off most of the time. What grinds my gears is seeing these traits I work against myself to overcome be paraded as the silver bullet that will save young men from themselves. I work against this side of me and look for the right amount of empathy to connect without overloading my circuits and bleeding my heart all over the place.  Because that’s what makes life human, real and fun. Throwing that away on purpose is retarded. I also contend with Persistant Demand Avoidance to make this happen. But the powerful combo of Dark Triad, PDA, a Sales Career, years in the Redpill space from a young age, and a bunch of other factors kept me in this dark hole cosplaying as a psycho for years, th...

I don’t need to tell you how much harder it is for autistic people to find and keep friends and partners. You know it. You’ve felt it. You’ve felt the lack of it. Your friends chat all kinds of shit they know nothing about and somehow bumble and lumber their way into friends, situationships and relationships, while you put in 10 times the work and thought, crafting every word perfectly just to get ghosted. Forgotten. Friendzoned. Used. Discarded. Mocked.

My brain has always wanted rules. That’s how it survives. If I can boil the chaos of people down to patterns and categories, maybe I won’t drown in it. But those rules turn into prisons. They teach me lies. One of the worst was that women are all the same. That if I could just crack the code once, I’d have the script forever. Black and white thinking did that to me. Autism did that to me. I walked into dating like it was a puzzle I could solve if I stared hard enough. But every time a woman didn’t fit the archetype in my head, I felt betrayed. I thought there was something wrong with her, or worse… something even more wrong with me. The mindset killed my shot at connection before it could begin. It stripped her individuality staring me in the face. It made me blind to the real her(s). Guess what happens when you operate with inaccurate data… The scripts failed me and I crashed, overthought things, shut down… I started resenting the world for not bending to my rules. I’ve sabotaged conn...