My Dog Is My Social Coping Support

As an autistic man, socialising can sometimes feel like walking through a maze with no map. I want connection, but too much interaction can quickly become overwhelming. That’s where my dog comes in—not just as a pet, but as a real form of social coping support.

When I take him out for a walk, something shifts. Neighbours who I might normally avoid stopping to talk to will smile, wave, or say something simple like “cute dog” or “he looks happy today.” These short, low-pressure interactions are enough for me to feel connected without the stress of holding long conversations. My dog is the bridge that makes these moments possible.

He also helps me feel more comfortable going to places like cafes. Sitting alone with a coffee can feel exposing, but having him by my side gives me a sense of purpose and security. People might stop and pat him, which takes the focus off me and makes it easier to manage small talk.

It’s not about forcing myself into situations that drain me—it’s about finding ways to take part in community life at a pace that works for me. My dog helps me do that. He gives me companionship, routine, and a way to dip into social interaction without drowning in it.

For me, he isn’t just a pet. He’s a partner in navigating the social world—one tail wag and gentle step at a time.