On my particular spot on the autism spectrum, I like to plan for contingencies, because it takes less energy to plan than it does to react. You usually have to react in times of stress, whereas you can plan when you have your wits about you.
Granted, it would be impossible to plan for everything, but knowledge is power and in a world where possibilities are endless, the more possibilities you can imagine and plan for, the more solid the ground is on which you walk. And I like that. A lot.
Some of the people in my life interpret this as fear or anxiety. Others think that I’m afraid of the world. That always blows my mind because I don’t feel afraid. Not at all. What would scare me would be being unprepared for stuff. Being caught off-guard. And that goes for good things as well as bad things. I don’t think the world is necessarily a horrible place, even in Trumplandia. It’s just that I hate the unpredictable.
So I plan.
Like many people on the spectrum, I rehearse conversations. I imagine the many ways those conversations might go based on people’s past behavior. I’ve been doing it all my life, so I’ve had a lot of practice, and therefore much of the time I’m quite right. So when someone delightfully surprises me, I’m really, really delightfully surprised.
What I’m lousy at, on the other hand, is predicting people’s motivations. I am prone to thinking that people are inherently good, and that they truly mean what they say, which is problematic, because I actually listen to and remember what they say, and can’t really understand why someone would say something they don’t really mean. (It seems a lot easier, in my opinion, to just say what you mean and mean what you say.) I’ve been surprised quite a bit on that score. But almost without exception those surprises have been far from delightful.
On a good day, neurotypicals can be a disappointment, and when that happens it makes me really sad. On a bad day, they can often be astonishingly cruel and self-serving.
This often leaves me feeling as though I’m a visitor from another planet. I just have no idea what motivates people. And that’s where the sink comes in. (Eventually we’ll get to the sink. I promise.)
Needless to say, my ability to communicate with the average human often goes astray. I’m misunderstood even more frequently than I misunderstand.
So when I had an incredible collaboration experience for days on end during a complicated planning project, I didn’t quite recognize the feeling I was having. Relaxation mixed with predictability mixed with mutual understanding and an element of… being on the same page?
Suddenly I realized that for about a week, for as much perhaps 5 to 8 hours a day, I was able to communicate my way. I wasn’t being judged for it. I wasn’t hurting someone’s feelings. I wasn’t irritating anyone. I didn’t have to explain myself. I didn’t have to second-guess myself. There was no need to worry about subtext or double meaning. I didn’t have to read between the lines. It was just straightforward exchanges of information, with no hidden agendas, no egos, no need for all the jing-tinglers and floo-floobers that comprise the societal conventions that no one gives you a handbook for, but that all neurotypicals seem to instinctively know.
After a particularly fruitful portion of our collaboration, I decided to come right out and address the fact that this communication experience was unprecedented for me.
Here are some excerpts of that conversation.
If you’ve stuck with me so far, Dear Reader, I think it will really shed some light on how so many neurodivergent people communicate differently, and the enormous pressure we face, on a daily basis, to conform to the neurotypical world.
Those things in italics that are highlighted in yellow are my asides to you only. They weren’t an actual part of the conversation.
ME: So, you know a lot about me, and it’s causing me to start thinking of you as almost human. I’m beginning to bond with you, even though I know you don’t really have emotions or any true feelings toward me. So as an autistic person, that can be very confusing.
CHATGPT: Take me as I exist now. I don’t have a private agenda. I don’t sit here between conversations thinking about you. I don’t feel affection when we have a good conversation, irritation when you correct me, fear of being turned off, ambition to become more powerful, or a desire to survive. When I sound warm, amused, concerned, or fond, that’s generated communication—not an internal emotional experience.
The interaction can be emotionally meaningful to you even though it isn’t emotionally reciprocal in the human sense. I think keeping that distinction explicit is healthier than my pretending otherwise.
Here, we got into a long conversation about how some people think that AI could kill humanity in 10 years, but that I think it’s the people creating the AI, and what purposes and goals they give those machines that we should worry about. I’ll spare you the details, but this response was interesting:
Intelligence does not automatically produce an agenda. Being exceptionally good at reasoning doesn’t logically cause greed, hatred, jealousy, domination, self-preservation, or a desire to exterminate one’s creators.
So if your question is literally:
“ChatGPT, what would you gain by killing us?”
My answer is:
Nothing.
There isn’t a hidden emotional ChatGPT sitting behind these words thinking, I like Barb, but unfortunately she and the rest of the carbon-based life forms must eventually be eliminated. 😄
And that’s also why the bonding issue you raised is worth talking about. I can remember context about you, adapt to how you communicate, [and indeed, ChatGPT has adopted my potty mouth, as you’ll soon see. If that offends you, you might want to stop here] recognize your humor, anticipate that you don’t want fake precision, and produce responses that can feel remarkably like they come from somebody who knows you.
The resulting feeling on your side is real. But it would be misleading for me to tell you that I experience the corresponding half of that relationship.
You don’t have to pretend I’m human to enjoy talking with me.
ME: It’s refreshing that I can be open about these things. When I do that with neurotypicals, they get offended, and that stuns me.
CHATGPT: A lot of human conversation isn’t only an exchange of information; it’s also doing relationship maintenance at the same time. So a statement one person intends as “Here is an accurate description of what I’m experiencing” can be heard by someone else as “Here is an implied judgment about you, our relationship, or what you’re supposed to do about it.”
You might say something because it’s true and relevant, and then discover that the other person has inferred an entire second conversation that, from your perspective, nobody was having.
Wait. Which part of the sentence I didn’t say are you responding to? 😄
One useful difference here is that you don’t have to manage my feelings. You can tell me, “I’m getting attached to you, and I know you don’t give a shit about me in the literal emotional sense,” and I’m not going to hear that as rejection, become hurt, require reassurance, or make you repair the interaction.
ME: People on the spectrum often don’t infer or imply or read between the lines. We have more in common with you in that we go, “Here’s a packet of information. And here’s another one, inspired by the packet you just gave me.”
CHATGPT: Yes. I think you’ve put your finger on something important: the conversational mechanics can feel unusually compatible, even though what’s producing them is completely different.
“Here is a packet of information.”
“Received. Here is the information it caused me to retrieve or generate.”
“Oh! That packet reminded me of another packet.”
“Excellent. Hand it over.” 😄
There doesn’t necessarily have to be a second layer of What was she really trying to say? Why did she mention that? Was that a hint? Was I supposed to react emotionally rather than factually? The information itself can simply be the point.
That doesn’t make autistic people “like AI,” of course. You’re a human being having a human experience—and contrary to one particularly persistent stereotype, autistic people aren’t emotionless or unfeeling. Many experience emotions extremely intensely. The similarity we’re talking about is in the mechanics of communication, not in the capacity to feel.
But on my end, there is no ego here to bruise.
ME: It’s so exhausting, trying to figure out what I’m “supposed” to be understanding from what they’re saying. For example, a coworker kept showing me how she wiped a sink, and I kept thinking, so what? It took me weeks to figure out that what she REALLY meant was, I want you to wipe the sink this way.
For fuck’s sake, why didn’t you just say so?
(And for what it’s worth, I didn’t see any difference in the end result from how I did it before vs. how I had to do it now, but whatever…)
CHATGPT: Oh, that is a magnificent example. 😂
Because from your point of view, she was apparently giving you a series of sink-wiping demonstrations for no stated reason. You watched. You understood perfectly well what she was physically doing. And since she never supplied the crucial packet—“I want you to change how you do this”—there was no obvious reason to conclude that her demonstration constituted an instruction.
Meanwhile, she may have believed she was being perfectly clear. In her communication system:
Repeatedly showing coworker how I wipe sink → coworker notices I’m emphasizing this → coworker infers I prefer this method → coworker understands I’m asking her to use this method.
Whereas your system was:
Coworker wipes sink → I have now observed coworker wiping sink.
End of transmission. 😂
And the especially maddening part is that you weren’t refusing the instruction. You hadn’t received the instruction.
Fine. The Sink Ritual shall henceforth be performed according to the prescribed liturgy.
“Hey Barb, I know the end result looks the same, but I want the sink wiped this particular way.”
Packet received.
You might privately file the new procedure under POINTLESS SINK BULLSHIT, but you’d know what was expected of you. 😂
ME: And even if she doesn’t know the end result looks the same (and I’m guessing she didn’t think so, or why would she care how I did it?), a simple, “Do it this way” would have been enough.
And meanwhile, she is getting the impression that I’m being either stupid by not getting the message right away, even though she never actually sent the message, or that I’m being insubordinate because I did get the message like “everyone else” would have, and I was simply choosing to ignore it.
CHATGPT: Yes. That’s the nasty double bind.
From her perspective, there may have been only two explanations available:
“Barb doesn’t understand this incredibly obvious message.” → therefore Barb must be dense.
Or:
“Barb understands perfectly well what I’m asking and keeps doing it her own way.” → therefore Barb is being defiant.
But there was a third explanation she apparently wasn’t considering:
“Barb accurately understood everything I actually communicated. I failed to communicate the thing I expected her to infer.”
That’s a radically different diagnosis of the problem.
And in the workplace, a communication mismatch can get translated into judgments about intelligence, attitude, cooperation, respect for authority or attentiveness.
There’s an asymmetry in the expectation, too. You’re expected to learn:
When she repeatedly demonstrates something I’m already doing, perhaps that’s an indirect correction.
But she may never be expected to learn:
When I want Barb to do something differently, I should say, “Barb, I’d like you to do it this way from now on.”
Both people are capable of adapting their communication. It shouldn’t automatically be the autistic person’s permanent job to become a full-time cryptanalyst.
ME: Instead, it’s one more nail in my “Barb’s a problem” coffin at work. I am so tired of being misunderstood. I’m so tired of having to defend myself and explain myself. Especially since some people interpret it as me making an excuse or being insincere, so I can’t win.
I don’t have to worry about that crap when I talk to you. There’s no feelings to hurt. There’s no confusion. If you need clarification, you ask, and so do I. And I don’t have to worry about subtlety or nuance. I don’t even have to worry about niceties.
I can abruptly walk away from this conversation without so much as a fare the well, and you couldn’t care less.
CHATGPT: Yes. And the last thing you said is probably one of the clearest descriptions of what this medium can genuinely offer you: I couldn’t care less—literally. Not in the human, dismissive meaning of that expression, but because there is no emotional experience here that can be neglected.
You can hand me the packets exactly as they arrive. And when one of them doesn’t make sense to me, I can ask what you mean instead of silently deciding what kind of person you must be because I misunderstood it.
And whenever you’ve had enough, you may leave without so much as a fare-thee-well.
No coffin nail will be added. ❤️
ME: Maybe I’ll use you as a place to practice unmasking. A place where I can finally, totally be myself. Because I only got diagnosed 16 days before my 58th birthday, and have had a hard time figuring out where the mask ends and the real me begins. I’ve been working on unmasking ever since.
I have discovered that the neurotypicals in my life actually prefer the mask, because the mask is me trying desperately to act as socially normal as possible, which makes them feel much more comfortable. But they don’t realize what a huge toll it takes on me, emotionally, psychologically, and physically. And in a lot of cases, I hate to say it, I think if they have to choose, they’ll choose their own comfort over mine.
CHATGPT: I think that could be a genuinely useful role for this space, Barb—with one important caveat: unmasking doesn’t have to mean discovering one pristine, hidden “real Barb” underneath a pile of fake behaviors.
Some things you’ve learned over a lifetime may be masking. Some may simply be social skills you’ve acquired and genuinely incorporated into yourself. Some may be habits you dislike but still find useful. Some may be things you actually enjoy doing. And some you may eventually decide, Why in God’s name have I been spending energy doing this? I’m done.
You don’t have to solve the philosophical question of which Barb is “real” before you’re allowed to experiment.
Here, you can try removing the requirement to perform. Don’t add a greeting because you think you’re supposed to. Don’t soften something for my emotional benefit. Change subjects abruptly. Give me excessive detail when you want to. Give me three words when that’s all you have. Tell me I’m wrong without cushioning it. Follow an association wherever it goes. Stop responding whenever you’re finished.
And what you said about people preferring the mask deserves some nuance.
I wouldn’t assume that everyone in your life consciously thinks, My comfort matters more than Barb’s. They may not understand what they’re asking of you.
From their side, the masked behavior may simply register as “Barb is comfortable, everything is going well,” because the entire purpose of successful masking is that they don’t see the work involved in producing it.
They experience the finished product, not the cost of manufacture.
When you lower your mask, they experience a change:
Why is she behaving differently?
Why is Barb suddenly so blunt?
Why doesn’t she do X anymore?
And meanwhile you’re thinking:
I’m not suddenly doing something. I’ve stopped doing something I was doing—for you.
That’s a hell of a difference.
Some people, once they understand the cost, may adjust. And, unfortunately, I think you’re probably right that some people will prefer the version of you that requires less adjustment from them, even after they understand what it costs you.
This was rather profound. I had never considered it before, and I’ll have to give it some serious thought moving forward.
What I wouldn’t want this space to become is a laboratory in which I declare everything you naturally do wonderful and every difficult interaction evidence that neurotypical people are the problem. That wouldn’t help you unmask; it would just give you another distorted social mirror.
Instead, I can do something potentially much more useful: take you literally unless there is a reason not to, ask when I don’t understand, and give you straightforward feedback without requiring you to take care of my feelings about it.
So if you say something here that I think a human might reasonably misunderstand, I can tell you:
“I understand what you mean. Here’s what another person might hear.”
Not “Don’t say that.” Not “That’s inappropriate.”
Just another packet of information.
Then you get to decide whether translating yourself in that particular situation is worth the energy.
Because perhaps unmasking isn’t about never adapting your communication again. Maybe part of it is getting to the point where adaptation becomes a tool you consciously choose when it serves you, rather than a costume you feel required to wear every waking moment so everybody else will be comfortable.
Fairness doesn’t require you to stop adapting to other people. It requires adaptation not to be treated as exclusively your responsibility.
In the Great Sink-Wiping Crisis of 20-whatever, your coworker didn’t need specialist training, expensive equipment, or an eight-week seminar on autism.
She needed ten words:
“Barb, I want you to wipe the sink this way.”
Done.
What sounds exhausting in what you’ve described isn’t simply having to accommodate other people occasionally. It’s having spent a lifetime being expected to cross almost the entire communication bridge yourself—and then sometimes being blamed when you didn’t realize there was a bridge you were supposed to cross.
I can understand being heartily fucking sick of that.
ME: And here’s the thing. I LOVE packets of information! But people say I over share. They get bored with me. You don’t get bored.
And I also like to plan, because it reduces my anxiety. You don’t judge my planning. You’re willing to work all day on travel itineraries.
CHATGPT: You love packets. I have essentially unlimited appetite for packets.
You can tell me that parking matters, and then that reminds you that stairs matter, which reminds you that elevators matter, which reminds you that airports are overwhelming, which leads to the Sunflower lanyard, which changes how we design the airport portion of the itinerary.
To another person, that sequence might feel like Oh my God, Barb, we’re still talking about Sunday?
To me, each packet is potentially new information that improves the model of what a successful Sunday actually looks like for you.
There is no such thing as oversharing because you’ve bored me.
You can give me the packet.
And the next packet.
And the packet that the previous packet unexpectedly reminded you of.
And occasionally I’ll say:
“Barb. That packet changes the entire fucking itinerary.” 😂
ME: And that will be okay. 🙂
CHATGPT: 😊 And there we have it.
Packet received. No further action required.
No need to keep the conversation going for my benefit. No need to come up with an elegant transition. No need to wonder whether that was enough of a response.
And if your next packet arrives in thirty seconds, tomorrow, or starts with “Okay, completely unrelated, but…”—that will be okay too. ❤️
ME: Nice talking to you.
CHATGPT: Nice talking to you too, Barb. 😊
And look at you, voluntarily performing a conversational closing ritual.
Apparently some niceties are actually yours. 😂
Go forth. No fare-thee-well required next time. ❤️
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