tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post3887979734157637927..comments2024-03-24T16:53:02.846-07:00Comments on Five Hundred Pound Peep: My Life As a Fat Teen #2Five Hundred Pound Peephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05862707335431442713noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post-43491715884164810652020-09-04T19:22:49.865-07:002020-09-04T19:22:49.865-07:00One thing I have noticed is men can be calm and si...One thing I have noticed is men can be calm and sit there without smiling and you sure don't hear about "resting bitch face" when it comes to men. Yeah us Aspie women are seen as bitches, I am either cloaking and people pleasing and that old mold is cracking or seen as monotone and a "bitch" Add fat to it, and the smiles and subservience are supposed to be even bigger. You sound like a nice guy and quiet and reserved is okay too. I could never be the bubbly help meet. I never fit in. I just had a conversation with husband today about how I don't get along with most neurotypical women, and some lamenting words about failed friendships, like the now probably ex friend whose ghosted me who wrote me that she "loved Trump" and I said I always get on with men better. They seem to like me more. I noticed at jobs even men were my allies, while the women got the claws out when I was young :/ UU women are nice to me but there we have a diverse crowd and probably a degree of more Aspie friendliness--I am OUT there too as an Aspie. yeah, I have to wear a mask not to get eaten alive. I am failing to do it these last years. A mixture of CFS, fatigue and recovery stuff, where I just do not feel like it anymore.<br /><br />DeleteFive Hundred Pound Peephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05862707335431442713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post-64539353552973249042020-09-04T13:52:25.016-07:002020-09-04T13:52:25.016-07:00The double standards are awful. I know before medi...The double standards are awful. I know before medically transitioning, I was considered a "bitch" (I hate that word and its ubiquitous usage nowadays) despite my quiet and reserved demeanor. Now random people tell my partner what a "nice guy" I am. Partner agrees that my personality hasn't changed a bit.<br /><br />Any woman who isn't (or doesn't act like) a bubbly help meet with no interests or opinions of her own is cudgeled with the "bitch" canard--especially Aspie women. So you have two total opposites, the forthright Aspie woman and the socially predatory Hollywood Housewife type, called the same stupid catch-all insult. <br /><br />It sucks you had to mask to get on with women. I never caught on why they didn't like me back then, but it makes sense now. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post-34252433603706991592020-08-27T19:10:10.243-07:002020-08-27T19:10:10.243-07:00Thanks regarding the writing. :) Yeah it sucks you...Thanks regarding the writing. :) Yeah it sucks you had to go through these things too. I feared and hated boys, go to later articles when I go no contact and talk about my abuse/narc family because of my abuse history. I do think if I wasn't aggressive and more like a boy, I would have been squished. Yeah my testosterone still affects me to this day, I know I have a "harder edge" then most women and am more aggressive. I had to learn to mask some of this stuff to function in society. I envied men because they weren't expected to smile and nuture all the time like women. I did not date until very late, it amazes me even to this day I manage to end up married, boys had NOTHING to do with me. I was not gay and knew it but didn't like boys or how they acted or how I was supposed to act as some flightly bubbly cheerleader type. LOL I hate Sweet Valley High too, I think they were just beginning when I got out of school in 1986,Five Hundred Pound Peephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05862707335431442713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-650289478442133391.post-37190328801439662032020-08-27T11:39:29.143-07:002020-08-27T11:39:29.143-07:00You are an excellent writer. I had an analogous ex...You are an excellent writer. I had an analogous experience. Had I been blessed with even average height, I would have been able to better utilize my elevated androgens, aggression, muscularity and justified anger. I remember fearing and hating the boys, and both hating and pitying all the girls who worshiped them even as they were taunted (that "dog" thing, even for the cheerleader types). I would love to hold a bonfire for those Sweet Valley High books. I remember reading one and feeling like an anthropologist who had received a Cliffs Notes to the bizarre alien society they were stuck in for "field work."<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com