By inadequate I mean that schizoids are known for:
Compliance, being non-competitive, lacking assertiveness, feeling inferior and an outsider, inauthentic, the list goes on, but my favorite being the hidden grandiosity. Let's face it. Chances are that happens after thinking oneself is the best and everyone else sucks, while being away from people.
^All of that sounds like someone who feels at least somewhat inferior, and definitely down in the dumps.
naps wrote:Don't get me wrong, I consider myself socially inadequate. It's just that I don't see it as a problem. Avoidants want social interaction, but any attempts to achieve this are impeded by feelings of inadequacy, and that understandably frustrates them. It's all about how inadequacy is self-perceived.
Yeah and maybe that's a trait I kept. I dunno. I got rid of a speech impediment brought on by a hearing issue now fixed, moved out of a trope of a backward redneck town, went through a ton of BS that made me realize my threshold of $#!^ I could take. I don't feel inadequate anymore more other than that one major bit of me that's been missing. Mood stabilizer meds do seem to be helping though, so that's good at least.
My thought is it may be/seem like there isn't inadequacy due to people feeling more in control when posting online due to anonymity.
Well there's the rub: you have to take into account when reading posts here that
some people may not be honest, with themselves or otherwise. There's no way to circumvent that unless you've been posting here a while and have gotten to know some of the other posters well. I do think this goes on less here than in most of the PD forums. Look at AsPD. Everyone there's a psychopath.
I agree, but...in a lot of ways people posting anonymously are being a bit more truthful. Not saying everyone is telling the truth for a long shot, but I feel most don't hold back as much. There are ways to tell when people aren't as truthful, have identity issues, or are straight up deluded. Whichever way though, it's typically pretty easy over time to figure out who people are based on how they type, and figure out their motives in similar ways. Like you said though, you do have to get to know them.
There was a joke on The Daily Show a while back about people being given paint sample strips in order to determine their voting eligibility in the red states.
Winter over here gets to a chilly 70ish degrees. Gee didn't realize that's why I voted like that.
Could you elaborate on what your schizoid traits were there from the beginning?
As a kid I always preferred solitude. It wasn't until my mid twenties that I began to
need it. I'm pretty good about being covert, and I suspect there is an unrelated reason for this, but there were many times as a child when I felt (or was told) my emotional response to things fell short. For example, at my grandmother's funeral my brother was crying and all I could think of was "She was old and sick and made the house smell like poo. Why is everyone so upset?". I was always daydreaming. Much more than the average child.
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I preferred solitude rather than my parents or bullies. My parents would send me off to day camps a bunch. The camps were always out of town, since the only thing to do in my home town as a kid was hang out at Wal-Mart. The out of town kids were easier to hang out with, but I knew we wouldn't stay friends because I lived over an hour away. I had three friends as a kid. Two were gone by kindergarten (They were kids of women my mom worked with), and the other drifted when he went to different school at around 13 years old. When I was in high school I got a bit more social due to being home-schooled. My parents were shocked that I was begging to go back to school. I had been a mute for over three years due to fuked up bullying, and a couple years after I started speaking again I was wanting to be a normal kid.
I don't ever recall getting upset about death, but I pretty much hate/not care much about everyone in my family and most people from my childhood.
I was also always daydreaming. I had a walkman I'd take outside with me when I'd go shoot hoops in my backyard, ride my bike, or be in the garage. In every one of those areas I'd walk in a circle and talk/mutter to myself. When I'd get caught and called on it, I'd tell my parents I was saying lyrics. I doubt they ever believed me, but they didn't make me answer any more questions.
EmpathySucks wrote:Me too. But I'm not sure if I'm actually that socially inadequate as a caricature might suggest; I'm more the "forget about them while at home" type. I've tried making friends before but always felt like they're.. alien to me. Today someone at work described a party; I felt like I should belong there but I know that once I'll get there I won't feel part of it. Strange.
May not be the same for you if you've always felt you had SPD, but if I think on an event after (normally I take on the "forget about them while at home approach), I see it more as how it should have felt based on how I used to feel, and it makes me ridiculously depressed if I focus on it.
Like I said before, for me, my mood stabilizers have helped with this. I seem to feel more now, and not have such severe flat affect. Either way it's a step forward for me.