I'll be thirty next month, and I still can't put emotions into words most of the time. Don't even know what most of these emotion-things are, only wish they'd go away. They're annoying and uncomfortable.
And always, if someone asks me how I'm doing, the answer is "I'm here." Simply can't manage other words to answer that question. Feels too much, invasive, just too much (rather like with eye contact--which is so-so with strangers but near impossible with anyone I care about).
But yes, saying something along the lines of "use your words" to me, either when I was a kid or now would not work very well. Even once I understood the question in its entirety, I wouldn't necessarily be able to answer it. Though I am very verbally-oriented--I was scoring in the college/university-range on standardized tests by the time I was six or seven--I have great trouble putting my thoughts and feelings into words. Also, frequently when I'm saying something, the wrong word will come out, such as when I famously told the husband I wanted pancakes for Christmas, when what I meant (and thought I'd said, until he drew my attention to the actual words) was that I wanted pancakes for breakfast.
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Date: 2011-05-28 03:50 pm (UTC)And always, if someone asks me how I'm doing, the answer is "I'm here." Simply can't manage other words to answer that question. Feels too much, invasive, just too much (rather like with eye contact--which is so-so with strangers but near impossible with anyone I care about).
But yes, saying something along the lines of "use your words" to me, either when I was a kid or now would not work very well. Even once I understood the question in its entirety, I wouldn't necessarily be able to answer it. Though I am very verbally-oriented--I was scoring in the college/university-range on standardized tests by the time I was six or seven--I have great trouble putting my thoughts and feelings into words. Also, frequently when I'm saying something, the wrong word will come out, such as when I famously told the husband I wanted pancakes for Christmas, when what I meant (and thought I'd said, until he drew my attention to the actual words) was that I wanted pancakes for breakfast.