I don’t really know why I have, for the most part, avoided making women friends ever since I “dumped” my group of women friends when I was seventeen.
By “women friends,” I mean a group of women who get together and who keep in close touch, as women. I did make some friends who are women, but that was on an individual basis, and a couple of them were a part of a group that was mostly men.
I know that the opportunity did arise, several times, to become one of “the girls” in an all-female group. I know that I pretended as if the opportunity didn’t exist, or felt so anxious I thrust myself out of the situation as quickly as possible.
Though I’m mostly a political writer, this blog was also meant to explore myself with the hope that a story or experience of mine may help someone out their understand hir own experience. With that in mind, I think I’ll take a moment to reflect on why it might be I’m nervous about being a member of a group of women friends, especially since lately I’ve felt like there’s another opportunity arising.
1. I’ve had bad experiences in an all-women group. The first and last group of women I was friends with saw me through some tough experiences: anorexia, angst, rock-bottom self esteem, cutting and self-harm, sexual abuse, rape, and alcohol poisoning. Of course, all of those occurred nearly exclusively when I was with that group, and some that I took home were actively encouraged my members of the group (like anorexia, cutting, and sexual abuse).
2. Fear of diet/self-hate talk. This is a real fear of mine, part of what made me shy from joining an all-woman group during the time between the “dumping” and now. I’d start getting closer with the women, and as soon as the men left the conversation would eventually get around to body-talk, which for most was essentially diet/self-hate talk. I was, oddly, one of the the thinnest of my friends for a good amount of time, so I felt as if there was a lot of jealousy directed towards me when I wore attractive clothing or makeup, like I was personally trying to show them up (I never was. My friends were beautiful, I just liked dressing up when I went “out” because I spent 90% of my life at the time at a desk in my pajamas, studying). This jealousy would translate into self-hate talk, or diet-talk (there was at least 3 out of 6 who were on a diet at any particular time, myself included). My self-esteem, already low, just couldn’t take the second-hand battering, since when my friends said hateful things about their bodies, it made me feel bad and hate my own body.
3. Feeling like I fundamentally cannot understand Neurotypical women. This played a large role in my fear of becoming a member of an all-women group. My conception of most all-NT-women groups are that they call each other several times a day (or email/IM) — hence some kind of constant connection that to me feels suffocating and co-dependent; the majority of their conversations are complaints about or criticisms of their bodies, boyfriends, jobs, clothing, other women, etc (again, this is my *conception*, not saying this is the truth); they’re required to feel some kind of inherent empathy for each other that creates this “sister-bond” I just do not understand, nor feel. Frankly, when I’m in an all-women group, I tend to take on a very masculine role, and feel very masculine as a result. It’s uncomfortable.
Therefore, a combination of AS, fear of diet-talk, and memories of bad experiences keep me from seeking out all-women groups. I’m also quite alarmed, since I’m feeling like I’m on the verge of being thrust “into the fray” of an all-women group right now, not of my own choice. My to-be sister-in-law, her sister, her daughter and my to-be stepdaughters, are all very close and when we’re together they lapse into all-women group talk, and it’s scary to me. Most of the time I feel like a freak. I just don’t understand them, and I don’t want to be there. I’m much more comfortable hanging out with the men, as we talk about house renovations, weather, music, science fiction, TV, cars.
Do any of these experiences resonate with you? What are your personal pros/cons associated with all-women groups, and how do you perceive them?
Posted in Asperger, My Story, Self-Esteem

