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Lost Wanderer, my nephew is only 11. He needs to be away from the video games so he can learn how to function in the real world. When he grows up, if he chooses to spend all his non-working hours playing video games, that’s his right. But while he is a child, he needs to be learning the skills that he needs to choose a job path and get a job that enables him to at least provide himself with his basic survival needs. And even though no one is expecting him to be Mr. Social, I think he needs to learn enough social skills to not get himself shot. Since he has Asbergers’, he needs to work even harder to learn social skills and norms, which means that the less time he spends buried in a fake world, the better. He only has 9 years left of being a child. It goes fast.I actually think that using video games as a mark of social ineptitude is why gamers and general society have never gotten along.
However, you see this not so much in the shunning of video games but in the cult-like worship of those who sport physical superiority over gamers. People like to cite the Columbine massacre as an example of what happens when video game addiction go wrong.
A more in depth look however will reveal that the crazed murderers were in fact just one of the many victims of an egotistical student hierarchy that worshiped its jocks above all else.
It’s why, in spite of my sociability, I no longer see that much value in activities outside of games. It’d be the same glorification that I give the games themselves. To really put things in moderation, you have to realize that one reality isn’t really all that better than the other.
I can’t speak for your nephew, but if I were in the same shoes (and I’m someone also admired for his brains) I’m best left alone. Maybe he does need to get out more. Or maybe, he’s more observant than you give him credit for and thinks that these social circles just isn’t doing it for him.
I go out and enjoy time with family and friends. But no matter how much I love it, there are still times when the mundane aspects of daily life just don’t… speak to me. I feel nothing. I can’t always be part of a conversation that I don’t take interest in. And why should I? Why must I always conform? Everyone is always preaching conformity. This religion. Society. Family. There’s a line you end up drawing between adjusting and being more amiable and just plain old, people-pleasing selling out.
I value my friends. However, it’s usually my gamer friends that I’m more ‘in tune’ with. My workmates, nice as they are, sometimes feel just too steeped in their own reality of outdoor activities, club hopping, and common man culture. I mean, there’s only so much I can get from trying to be ‘one of them’ when I’m just not.
But when he’s grown up, yes, I agree, if he wants to hide from everyone and everything, well, OK. But not when he’s a child.