I was a diagnosis at 40, name changed for this. I’ve never sustained friendships, I realise now that for autistic people understanding the difference between types of relationship (acquaintance, friend, close friend) can be difficult and it’s led me to some stupid notions that people were friends who were just using me for free childcare etc.
I’m supposedly part of a small old group of friends - none of them came to a recent ‘thing’ and it’s made me realise that although we live close we aren’t close. We see each other twice a year. That’s it. Dh is very unwell and no one who knows has asked how I’m coping or offered help. No text nothing. I’ve realised I socialise with my adult kids and my parents. If I died tomorrow about three people would come to my funeral, if it didn’t clash.
I hate working, it’s so hard. All the everyday decisions and interactions make me suicidal in the moment if they go wrong or are tricky. I’ve joined something and it’s tomorrow (a group) and I don’t think I can out myself through that thing of meeting people and then they realise you are weird and they politely avoid you.
i know we are all meant to be celebrating being different etc but there’s nothing to celebrate for me. None of my attributes (intelligence, focus) are exclusive to ND people so it’s no advantage anywhere.
I just feel like such a waste of a life. I’m 52 and hate myself, and what I’m living. I don’t know why I’m posting.