Isolation is something we are all dealing with to some extent. It is quite out of character for human beings to accept being isolated. With my condition, I have blogged about human sociability as though it is some kind of problem. Of course it isn’t and at those times I am trying to shift peoples perspectives to maybe think out of the norm. Human sociability drives us in so many ways. The other issue I have talked about is gang mentalities. Where groups fail to think with empathy and can behave strangely enough, anti-socially even though they are operating within a social model. I have complained about social media as well here and there. So many people have a break from social media because it is such a mind web where people find and create ideas that seem like shards of virtual broken glass.
So what makes isolation bearable? A rich inner world helps. Rather than waiting for external cues there is the world lying mysteriously in books and other quiet cultural tomes. I definitely don’t dislike human social needs but because of my condition I find them hard to understand. The problem of course is all mine. I can’t expect anyone to understand this strange misunderstanding though at least now I have companions in isolation. Self isolation. In these strange times we can work on ourselves. Though I don’t really appreciate all of these isolated companions hoarding toilet paper and keeping their fragile mental health in order. It really is hard. To be honest I also have the social problem. Normally I visit a restaurant and give the waiter a nod on arrival.
I try unsuccessfully to communicate with the Chinese herbalist or I visit a small shop and ask a question. Someone will approach me when I am painting on the street and ask me a question. Even me, a barely social animal can’t escape my own social needs. They are fairly meagre needs mind you but they are always there no matter what I, or the DSM V says.