Didn't wanna detract from the autism thread already here, but...
I am just...not coping well lately, I think.
When I first found out what Asperger's was and was told "Yeah, you're textbook," for a while, it was a RELIEF. It was "Oh thank GOD, there's some kind of explanation, I'm not just a complete and utter freak." I branched out and found a support group and start going and meeting other people who were like me and I've genuinely enjoyed it, and learned to play up the pluses and down the minuses.
I think the honeymoon is over though. I mean, it's sunk in "Oh, I'm not just a freak, I'm DIFFERENT." It was one thing to be the weird kid. Now I'm still the weird kid who's nearly 30.
I mean, imagine being a teenager your entire life. That's basically what I'm told to expect. The mental and emotional stability of a 15-year-old forever. I mean, I was always behind, I was still playing Ninja Turtles and wanting to roughhouse on the playground while the other kids were moving on to dating and whatever else. But I was still progressing, more or less, until now, and I just...stopped. I'm in this awkward place where maybe I'd like to date, but the thought of it terrifies me still.
My mother has flat told me she doesn't think I'd be able to handle living alone yet. I want to move out, I want to get out into the world and explore and do my own thing but I'm afraid to. There's a jillion things out there I don't know how to do. My folks were baffled when I asked them if I needed to dress up fancy to open my first checking account, because from what I saw on TV, people in banks were always dressed up in suits and stuff. Every time I go do some new "adult" thing, I panic beforehand. My dad took me to look at cars a while back and I freaked out so bad that we had to go home and I couldn't bring myself to go back.
At the same time, I know I'm getting older. I just turned 27. Especially in line of work I want, wrestling, I'm getting on in the years. Most people still look at me and see a teen but I know that can't last. Eventually I'm going to be aging visibly and I'll be a freak old person with a complete lack of capacity. People will be posting stories about me on places like CS.com talking about "OMG the weird old woman who was in here today." I'm not trying to guilt anyone who posts about the weird old people on CS.com, I'd post it too. But I'm going to BE that weird old woman.
I've just been depressed for a while now and not knowing exactly how to put it. I don't know who to talk to. The lady in charge of my group moved away and I don't really think any of the others are people I can talk to. I talk to my friend Catherine sometimes but I can't dump everything on her constantly, nor do I want to. I don't think my parents or siblings would understand, they'd probably just be annoyed by the melodrama. Hell, it annoys me. I feel like I'm whining. "Oh wah my life is gonna suck." They have serious problems like bad health and advancing age and stuff that's an actual concern for us all right now. I don't think I can whine about how I hate how my head works to someone who's anemic or who's heart is failing or what have you. It's stupid and it's immature and yet it's driving me to crazy.
I know I should find a counselor or something, I know, I know. That's always the answer, well, you gotta talk to a counselor. I don't know any counselor, and I don't want my family to know I'm talking to a counselor. I don't want to bother them about this, and finding out I'm sneaking off to therapy without trying to keep them involved would be a bother.
I just feel like a damn pest, all the time. Like all I do is get in the way and be a load and a waste of effort. I don't do enough to help, I'm too damn mean and weird and a loner and I make people uncomfortable.
I'm not depressed, not in some clinical sense. I'm just...down, you know? I just wanna be like, you know, better. Whatever meaning you can come up with for that.
I am just...not coping well lately, I think.
When I first found out what Asperger's was and was told "Yeah, you're textbook," for a while, it was a RELIEF. It was "Oh thank GOD, there's some kind of explanation, I'm not just a complete and utter freak." I branched out and found a support group and start going and meeting other people who were like me and I've genuinely enjoyed it, and learned to play up the pluses and down the minuses.
I think the honeymoon is over though. I mean, it's sunk in "Oh, I'm not just a freak, I'm DIFFERENT." It was one thing to be the weird kid. Now I'm still the weird kid who's nearly 30.
I mean, imagine being a teenager your entire life. That's basically what I'm told to expect. The mental and emotional stability of a 15-year-old forever. I mean, I was always behind, I was still playing Ninja Turtles and wanting to roughhouse on the playground while the other kids were moving on to dating and whatever else. But I was still progressing, more or less, until now, and I just...stopped. I'm in this awkward place where maybe I'd like to date, but the thought of it terrifies me still.
My mother has flat told me she doesn't think I'd be able to handle living alone yet. I want to move out, I want to get out into the world and explore and do my own thing but I'm afraid to. There's a jillion things out there I don't know how to do. My folks were baffled when I asked them if I needed to dress up fancy to open my first checking account, because from what I saw on TV, people in banks were always dressed up in suits and stuff. Every time I go do some new "adult" thing, I panic beforehand. My dad took me to look at cars a while back and I freaked out so bad that we had to go home and I couldn't bring myself to go back.
At the same time, I know I'm getting older. I just turned 27. Especially in line of work I want, wrestling, I'm getting on in the years. Most people still look at me and see a teen but I know that can't last. Eventually I'm going to be aging visibly and I'll be a freak old person with a complete lack of capacity. People will be posting stories about me on places like CS.com talking about "OMG the weird old woman who was in here today." I'm not trying to guilt anyone who posts about the weird old people on CS.com, I'd post it too. But I'm going to BE that weird old woman.
I've just been depressed for a while now and not knowing exactly how to put it. I don't know who to talk to. The lady in charge of my group moved away and I don't really think any of the others are people I can talk to. I talk to my friend Catherine sometimes but I can't dump everything on her constantly, nor do I want to. I don't think my parents or siblings would understand, they'd probably just be annoyed by the melodrama. Hell, it annoys me. I feel like I'm whining. "Oh wah my life is gonna suck." They have serious problems like bad health and advancing age and stuff that's an actual concern for us all right now. I don't think I can whine about how I hate how my head works to someone who's anemic or who's heart is failing or what have you. It's stupid and it's immature and yet it's driving me to crazy.
I know I should find a counselor or something, I know, I know. That's always the answer, well, you gotta talk to a counselor. I don't know any counselor, and I don't want my family to know I'm talking to a counselor. I don't want to bother them about this, and finding out I'm sneaking off to therapy without trying to keep them involved would be a bother.
I just feel like a damn pest, all the time. Like all I do is get in the way and be a load and a waste of effort. I don't do enough to help, I'm too damn mean and weird and a loner and I make people uncomfortable.
I'm not depressed, not in some clinical sense. I'm just...down, you know? I just wanna be like, you know, better. Whatever meaning you can come up with for that.
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