Some insults are as easy to spot as a villain announcing their evil plans. Other insults are more subtle and insidious.
Here’s one: Implying that I’m incomprehensible.
It’s okay if an individual person doesn’t comprehend my motivations or behavior. Maybe they tried, made no progress, and decided not to try any further – if so, that’s a fact about them, not a fact about me.
It doesn’t mean that NO person will EVER understand me. It doesn’t mean I’m incomprehensible. It only means that to them, I’m not worth knowing.
It rarely happens these days, because I’ve spent a lifetime figuring out how to explain myself. It happened a lot more in elementary school, when kids would rather write me off as weird than try to understand my reasons.
Curiosity is the antidote. But it takes trust and patience – trust that every question has an answer, and patience until that answer comes to light.