My husband recently started reading the SVM, thanks to my tireless bugging, and pressuring him. Firstly, let me say that there is nothing funnier than getting a totally straight (but not homophobic) guy to read sex scenes from a female point of view. The hesitation with which he approaches the idea of craving sex with a man is quite funny. He’s in DTTW now past the witch war, so he’s squirmed quite a bit.
But enough of my casual sadism.
There was this moment, when he looked up at me, and said “Who the hell would want to be a telepath? That sounds like autism. What a living hell.” We have a son with Asperger’s Syndrome (Autistic Spectrum Disorder) so we’re well acquainted with the hell that it can be for him. Lots of people take going to concerts and being in crowds for granted, but it pushes our son over the edge. It’s too much constant input, and the need for relief from too much stimulus that sends our youngest son into solitude. It’s constant, and never ending. It comes with a great deal of intelligence and lateral thinking, but most of the time, it’s a pain.
So it is too with Sookie’s telepathy. It is not a supernatural gift, but rather a heavy burden that removes her from normality. It’s a constant grind for her, one that makes conversation with humans difficult at best, and sometimes downright impossible. Some days she can’t filter people out very well, and other days, it’s completely easy for her to do so. It is not something that there is a constant need and use for, but rather something that most of the time, she wishes she didn’t have.