Do we truly know someone
Beyond the façade that they put on,
Do we ever truly see behind the masks
That those we think we know and love wear,
Ask if you are guilty as well
Of putting on fronts so that people can’t tell,
Who we actually are in truth
If this can be us than it must be true
To those who we choose to believe in
And who we try desperately to place our faith
But in the darkness of our minds, we hope it not misplaced
But how can we really ever know.
This theme catches my attention, because the facade or mask can be that of a narcissistic abuser, or as in my case of a high functioning autistic. I think the motivation and possibly even tbe catalyst for creating both these masks is the same, I think – avoidance of pain. I thought for a bit about what makes the two different, and realized that they are surprisingly similar. I can’t speak for how a narcissistic abuser feels about their mask, but I know that I absolutely hate mine. It was learned to keep me safe, to hide as many traits related to autism (even some I like about myself) from a world that doesn’t understand and vilifies any variation from the norm (this behavior always reminds me of chickens, because the plain normal chickens wil destroy the plumage of a fancy chicken if they’re placed in the same coop together). I don’t know if narcs also feel this way about their masks, but I long for a safe place where I don’t need mine, and can just be accepted for who I am, as is. But, then, the traits my mask hides are never malicious in nature, just out of the ordinary. So, I guess that right there is the difference.
Thanks very much for reading and understanding my friend, I hope you find that safe place to be yourself without a need for a mask 🙏 Faux
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