Friends

Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/sunday-poser/

I find it hard to develop friendships. Social interaction is an uncomfortable feeling. Especially with people I don’t know.

It is easier when you meet someone out of the digital world. It gives you time to prepare what to say without seeming rude. With WordPress, I avoid direct interaction, and conversation is optional.

My son is autistic, my daughter, as an adult, is curious she has ADHD. I didn’t think about it growing up, but I am probably somewhere on the spectrum myself. It answers many of my questions and most of these types of conditions are hereditary.

How I am in the company of others, a part of my DNA and there is no shame.

I work in a school, and only one person in my department is my age. I find, if you get on with someone, it is because our sense of humour, or interests are the same. There is a quirkiness about them. Are they my friends? I talk and laugh. Would I go out socially? No. A staff night out? Yes.

When I got home, I would put on pyjamas, glad it occurs only twice a year.

For me, friends grow together, and I don’t count many on one hand, but I trust those who cared for me like a sister or brother w