A rumination about the blessings and burdens that arise when everybody wants you — especially when being a friend was a learned skill for an Asperger type.
It’s summer and the family is home. When I say home, I mean that they’re usually crowded into the smallest room in the house, a room that just happens to be my office. When they’re not in my office, they’re calling up to it. “Where’s the…?” “Did you…?” “Can you help me…?” “I need you to….” And sometimes, very sweetly, “I just want to be with you.”
I’m often flattered, sometimes irritated, and many times I’m both flattered and irritated. It’s at times like these that the chorus to Bill Squier’s Everybody Wants You seems like the theme song to my life: [Read more…]