Every day at the moment, I’m having between sixty and seventy arguments. Some are mild, a witty response to a provocative remark; some are longer, a tussle between players on opposite sides of the game; and some are long drawn-out, bloodthirsty affairs that leave souls destroyed and lives in ruins. Sixty to seventy, every single day.
But it’s not as bad as all that: they only take place in my head.
Like many people with Asperger’s, I have something of a phobia about confrontation, to the point of enduring any amount of abuse in order to avoid it. When it does happen, I avoid eye-contact and retreat into myself, and all the cogent, coherent arguments I could make evaporate. I have a visceral reaction – acid, like liquid copper, spreads from my gut, my chest tightens, my throat constricts, and the back of my neck starts to burn, because even though words can apparently never hurt me, I feel as though I’m being physically attacked. So I wait for it to end, mutter some platitudes that completely undermine my own position, and then slink away in a turmoil of guilt, shame and humiliation like a dog with his tail between his legs.
And afterwards, I dwell on it. For days. I relive the argument, word for word, re-experience the feelings, the fear and helplessness, think of what I could have said or should have said but didn’t because at the time all I wanted was to retreat. Like someone who has taken a beating, it takes me a long time to recover. It’s as though my psyche is bruised, and the world is now altered, everything out of place and dangerous until I manage to rebuild my walls and feel safe around people once again.
I worked in telesales for a time. Last thing on Friday afternoon, a stranger eviscerated me down the phone line. I didn’t sleep that night, couldn’t relax all the next day, had bad dreams on the Saturday, ran over the incident a million times all day Sunday, and on Monday handed in my notice and bought a plane ticket to New Zealand. Growing up, people said I was sensitive – too sensitive to survive in society. I think the truth is that I’m autistic, and my problems with social communication and social interaction, married to anxiety, insecurity and an obsessive nature, make conflict something I’m particularly incapable of dealing with.
So I tend to avoid confrontation, if I can. You might have heard the opposite to this – that people with Asperger’s are themselves argumentative, self-centred egoists who run rough-shod over the feelings of others – and this is also true, no matter how contradictory. So how does that work?
I can only answer for myself. When it comes to facts – or at least what I consider to be facts – my natural pedantry, honesty, commitment to accuracy and inability to let things go mean I often get into arguments over trivial matters. Like when over dinner one time my (ex) sister-in-law was talking about someone overly concerned with their appearance, and concluded with the statement, ‘People are so fickle.’
‘What do you mean by that?’ I asked.
‘You know,’ she said. ‘People are so shallow and superficial.’
‘Oh, I totally agree,’ I replied. ‘But that’s not what fickle means.’
‘Yes, it is.’
‘No, it’s not. Fickle means changeable, inconstant, not shallow.’
‘I’m an English teacher.’
‘And I have a dictionary. Shall we look it up?’
‘Well, whatever it means, most normal people would have known what I meant.’
‘Then most normal people are using the word fickle incorrectly too.’
Sure, it’s a little thing and in hindsight it comes across as kind of petty, but that’s the sort of argument I can’t resist having – those to do with facts, where I will back myself to the hilt because I know I’m right.
On the other hand, when it comes to disagreements about less concrete things – emotional things – that’s what I struggle to cope with. I approach life in a rational fashion and expect other people to respond in a rational way, but that’s not what tends to happen. Instead, people are complex and confusing and behave in ways that aren’t rational at all. I just don’t understand it. You try to discuss something in a calm and controlled manner and they flip out, fly off the handle, scream and shout, and in a split second I’ve backed down, lost the argument and dropped into survival mode. Otherwise, if I try to stand up for myself, I get eaten alive.
I link this to my autism, especially since I know many others who experience the same anxiety over arguments. Perhaps having poor Theory of Mind skills – the ability to understand another’s thoughts, feelings, and point of view – means we are incapable of successful conflict-resolution. Or perhaps my aversion to confrontation is something more particular to me.
As a child, I grew up in a household in which confrontation had very real consequences, then at 19 I moved in with my girlfriend’s family, where a violent brother and emotionally unstable mother meant that any confrontation led to holes being kicked in doors and phones smashed against the wall. At 21 I formed a band with a girl who ruled my life for the next three years because I was terrified of her spectacular outbursts and felt powerless to escape her anger, while at 28 I moved into a ‘supported living’ house, where my housemate would break milk bottles on the kitchen floor if I disagreed with him. Over the years, I’ve learnt that confrontation means danger; backing down is the best way of surviving.
But it isn’t, because it’s incredibly damaging to your self-esteem and your long-term happiness. Living like this makes it very easy to be taken advantage of – unless you isolate yourself as a hermit, which, to be honest, is a very attractive option sometimes. I get churned up inside just thinking about the potential for arguments. I walk on eggshells, terrified of upsetting people because of how they’ll react, and I know what that makes me.
There’s that common expression about the world being divided between ‘givers’ and ‘takers’. This assumes that givers and takers are in some form of symbiotic relationship that fulfils one another’s psychological needs. I think the truth is much darker than that.
To paraphrase the 1960 movie The Apartment, there are ‘takers’ and ‘the took’. The worst thing about being the took is that you know you’re being taken, but there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. Because takers don’t take what is freely given – they take whatever they want. It’s a form of abuse, one that people with Asperger’s are very susceptible to because of our difficulties handling confrontation.
So when I know I need to confront someone about something – when I’m being taken advantage of, for example – I obsessively plan out what I’m going to say. And then how they’ll respond. And what I’ll say next. And so on, and so forth.
Of course, in real life, people don’t respond how you want them to, so I try various permutations – if the person responds rationally, irrationally, emotionally, angrily, defensively, offensively, how I’ll react, how I’ll respond. I have the same argument sixty or seventy different ways, every single day, all in my head.
And then the moment comes, and all the preparation goes out of the window. You’re aggressive instead of assertive, you stumble over your words, the other person explodes and you cower, or worse they deny anything’s going on and it’s all in your mind, which confuses you, until at the end of the argument you’re in a worse position than when you started, and all the things you’d meant to say, and all the rights you were going to insist upon, lie unspoken in your heart.
And you realise that there’s really no reasoning with some people, so it’s best to leave those arguments where they belong – spinning around in your head all day, every day, because they’re the taker and you’re the took.
And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.
7 thoughts on “Takers and the Took: Asperger’s and Confrontation”
As someone who is undiagnosed, but suspects she has AS, I really agree with you on the conflict thing. I avoid it too. I plan my arguments and then bottle out. I didn’t realise that it was common amongst Aspies.
That’s so honest and beautiful written! Thanks a lot!
Never give up, never surrender! Ok, that’s a movie line, and I’ve no idea why it popped in to my head while reading this, but don’t give up, keep trying to handle ‘discussions’
Describes me very well too!!!! ….. I have a phobia towards confrontation and being shouted/yelled at… Worst is that my mother has strongly forbidden me to act violent if faced upon those situations, coz any situation of those sorts triggers a violent sort of instinct within myself…. Protection perhaps????…
Will quote you here:
“Like many people with Asperger’s, I have something of a phobia about confrontation. When it does happen, I avoid eye-contact and retreat into myself. I have a visceral reaction – acid, like liquid copper, spreads from my gut, my chest tightens, my throat constricts, and the back of my neck starts to burn, because even though words can apparently never hurt me, I feel as though I’m being physically attacked.
And afterwards, I dwell on it. For days. I relive the argument, word for word, re-experience the feelings, the fear and helplessness, think of what I could have said or should have said but didn’t because at the time all I wanted was to retreat. Like someone who has taken a beating, it takes me a long time to recover. It’s as though my psyche is bruised, and the world is now altered, everything out of place and dangerous until I manage to rebuild my walls and feel safe around people once again. This one strongly resonates with me… It’s like i can have flashbacks about it and can last for days, maybe even years, as sad as this sounds!… Even from confrontations from several years past… They come back to haunt me and just generate a feeling of unrest/uneasiness… Doesn’t help that in some of those situations my mother was involved and made the situation worse by her shouting/yelling to me to get me out of that situation…. She rather exacerbated my fear/phobia towards confrontation imho… Interestingly, my MD thinks it could be a case of PTSD stemming from earlier trauma in my life, perhaps from bullying when in elementary through middle school plus other stressful events suffered in my life
It’s gotten to the point that anytime my mother raises her voice, wants to get into any argument with myself or get my attention on something, this tension immediately steps in, that I want it to end right away!!!!
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Fits my son to a T! Interested to know if the author has found help (article written/published 4 years ago) & if so where? Son has been to numerous Asperger’s counselors to no avail. Worst part is he is so lonely as this debilitation has keeps/has kept him from meeting his soulmate & at 38 years old, he is in a bad way. Breaks my heart & I would do anything to help. Please advise or comment.
I’m crying here with frustration. This is me every day and at this moment. I can’t believe you just described me word for word. I was diagnosed last week by the way (I’m 41). Right now I’m going, for the 100th time, through a confrontation which I have to go through tomorrow because the neighbour under me came to complain (in soooo many sentences which I found abusive) to my husband that the toilet makes too much noise at night so we shouldn’t flush it (by the way it’s just normal noise, just the building has poor noise insulation, not like it’s broken or something) And my husband just as he is just agreed. Well I don’t. So now I have to go “discuss” this abuse that transpired yesterday. It’s 5am I’m still up all shaking and rehearsing the bloody dialogue exactly how you described it. The worse thing is I have to do it in French which I barely speak because we just moved to France.
I’m in tears (inside actually, I’m too nervous to actually cry even if I try to) I’m so sick with this lifestyle that you discuss above. It’s my life 24/7. I take walks outside in nature and if there’s noone around I always rehearse some future argument out loud. And the result besides all my efforts is exactly like you describe every single time!
By the way my childhod was great, very caring parents etc. So it’s nothing to do with it for me. It’s just autism on it’s own.
I’d appreciate if you get in touch.
Take care as much as you can.