Hello lovely people. I'm struggling with my son's social life, or lack of thereof. I feel like I've absorbed all these messages from society that people with friends have better mental health and am absolutely plagued by them. I'm very relationship-oriented and, at my best, look after my friendships very carefully.
My DS is diagnosed autistic. He's very amiable and a delight when he's relaxed. But around peers he is frequently profoundly socially anxious which he deals with by becoming very annoying to get attention (you can imagine how that works out). He can't maintain a conversation for very long unless it's about flipping Aristotelian ethics or something. He does banter well but can't tolerate it except in tiny doses.
He had no friends by the end of primary school ( we moved a lot so this may have been a factor) then he went to a small middle school and began to make friends. Not close friends. Never saw them outside school, rarely invited any over and never got invited back. But chatted a bit on his phone with them. Occasional phone conversations that sounded like normal conversations between nerdy teenage boys.
DH who's an insane and annoying optimist (with loads of dark depressive waters beneath) kept saying 'see he's found his people'. I was never so sure.
Then DS said he was going out on Halloween with some friends. I got excited. Too excited. Kept pestering him for the details. "I'll drop you wherever you need to be dropped," I said. He kept texting these friends for details. In the end they said 'my mum says people she doesn't know can't come'. I'm not sure many 13-year-olds go trick or treating with their mum and I assume they didn't want him to come because he's too annoying.
He's taking it at face value. This is good - he's not upset - and bad - an example of his lack of understanding of social nuances. Also, somewhere, he does suspect a rejection but he's pushing it to one side.
I know its stupid but this has precipitated a massive implosion of my own mental health. I feel I've let my son down - it took us so long to realise he was autistic and during that time I was so cross with him for not being Mr Popular and playing football. That made things a million times worse for him. Now I got so excited by his apparent Halloween plans I nagged at him to set something up and it ended in a rejection.
Thoughts are flying around my head - does he even care about friends? Is he doing it just to please me? Is he going to have mental health problems at some point because he has so few friends? (He does have anxiety and pick at his palms but I know this is relatively minor on the scale of teenage mental health problems). I keep hearing about autistic people who do have good friends - what happens to the ones who don't manage that? Why can't everybody see how lovely he is? Etc etc.
What's going to happen to him?
And this is before I even get started on worrying about his excutive function problems and will he ever be able to hold down a job...
Sorry, if you have read this far, for the feelings dump. Hope someone out there can relate. At least I've got my (latest) story out in an OP so I can now comment on other threads without writing a novel.
Bless y'all.