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Hey everyone,

I’ve been thinking about something that might hit home for a few people here — especially if you’ve ever felt out of step with the world.

I found an old email I wrote years ago. No idea if I ever sent it. It was addressed to someone I knew for about four years — let’s call them A. We weren’t close friends, but we were around each other enough that a connection formed. They were younger than me — not by a huge amount, but enough that the dynamic was uneven, which made it hard to explain what I was feeling at the time.

It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t about attraction. Just that rare feeling of seeing something in someone that makes a part of you feel more alive. A reminded me of a version of myself that never got to exist — someone freer, more sure of who they were. It was like recognising something I’d missed out on. Something honest. Grounded. Familiar.

I didn’t want anything from them. The email was my way of saying, quietly, “You mattered.” Not for their benefit, really — more for mine. To put it somewhere other than in my head.

Looking at it now, it’s clumsy. Wordy. Probably something I typed half-cut, trying to unload feelings I hadn’t had the space to unpack properly. But even if it reads awkwardly, I stand by the impulse behind it.

The real issue isn’t the message. It’s the fear that comes with feeling anything that deeply — especially when you're not used to people understanding it. When you're neurodivergent, emotionally behind your peers, or just wired to care more than is convenient, everything gets misread. You’re either too intense, too late, or too weird.

But there’s nothing wrong with seeing value in someone and wanting to acknowledge it — even if it’s just to clear the weight off your chest.

I’m not ashamed of caring about people like A. I’m just frustrated by how little room there is in this world to do that without suspicion or awkwardness.

People say “it gets better.” Maybe. But often it just gets quieter. You stop trying. You learn to internalise. You become someone who doesn’t speak up about this kind of thing anymore.

But today I am, just to say it’s not always inappropriate to care. And if any of this makes sense to you, you’re probably not as alone in it as you think.

— M

(And no — this is not strictly about love or dating. Just about how rare it is to feel better around someone when most people make you feel worse.)

I kinda relate to this. I felt like that about my first girlfriend. We were on the same forum for a while. She had some of the same issues I had like dyslexia & ADHD(she was more hyper whereas I was more inattentive) but she seemed to be handling life a lot better than I had ever done despite her being a bit younger than me. I had even started to copy her unique spelling/grammar stYle cuz i taught it waz very kewl an cUUUt

I was going through a low point in my life & I made a depressed post about leaving the forum because I felt I needed to focus on the so-called real life more but had NO clue what I could or should do & I was probably about to end up getting myself into some major trouble. She replied right after I made the post & I happened to notice before getting off the forum. I cared what she posted because I really admired her. She was concerned & I didn't want her to worry. I replied & we we chatted with each other a bit in the thread & then started chatting on instant messenger. I'm so dense that the possibility of her liking me as more than a friend never crossed my mind till she told me she did. Looking back I think she had admired me just as much as I admired her.

That relationship ended for various reasons that belong in a different thread but I will say here that I probably ended up making things a lot worse for her & I will always hate myself for that

I majorly HATED being single after that because I missed our camaraderie as well as missing someone I could admire(I tend to be a bit misanthropic).