December 22, 2020

“It doesn’t have to be a snowman…”

In this poignant moment, Princess Anna reveals that her many invitations to build a snowman were nothing more than a bid for connection.

Her sister Elsa still refuses, afraid that her dangerous, beautiful, icy, uncontainable powers will hurt Anna – again.

I’m beginning to realize that my social anxiety is mainly a fear of hurting others. What if my words or actions accidentally cause someone to believe they aren’t worthy of my attention and respect?

But like Elsa, I can cause just as much pain by hiding away. There’s safety in solitude, and creative freedom too, but a castle for one is a waste of potential.

For some reason, I’m far less afraid of slipping up when I write. In recent years, I haven’t made much of an attempt to nurture friendships through writing, but warm memories of past penpals are inspiring me to try again.

After all, it doesn’t have to be a snowman.

P.S. I write from my personal experience as an autistic. What I share is not a substitute for advice from an autistic medical professional. Also, some of my opinions have changed since I first wrote them.