
amyrel
I just want to sleep all day
- Nov 20, 2023
- 20
I truly despise the whole "sillyfication" of all mental illnesses that is currently happening online. Especially with autism, since it's done nothing but ruin my life. Of course there are people who say it is simply apart of them and no big of a deal, I am happy those people are able to live like that. However for me it truly is an illness, something alienating me from all of humanity.
I used to be a huge people pleaser starting from elementary school, or as long as I can remember. I would mask and be a completely different person depending on who I'm talking to. Back then I used to also study the personalities of anime characters I liked and would build parts of it into my own mannerisms. This all lead to me having my first existential crisis around the age of 9. I did not know who I truly was, what thing I liked, what things I forced myself to like, what my actual dislikes are etc. I knew nothing about myself, and to this day I believe I still haven't figured myself out.
I struggle a lot with heavy memory loss, however I feel that back then I used to be pretty close to an actual human, like everyone else. I don't know what the trigger was for change, if it is related to the constant act I would play, or if it is something else entirely. Either way, I am no longer able to feel empathy. I've tried mentioning this to multiple people, but I always get the same response. "It is simply because of your autism, you feel things different compared to other people." But I am no fool. I know the difference between viewing the world a different way and simply missing something. This lack of empathy makes me feel like an asshole, I know how to comfort people, however I can only offer logical solutions to people, which comes with it's own set of problems.
Pretending to be human, a normal person like everyone, gets more exhausting day by day. I laugh at jokes I feel nothing about, I talk about my "likes" and "dislikes" I truly do not care about. And everyday I feel this act is coming closer to it's end. I've stopped pretending with a lot of things, but that has only made me realize I'm getting closer to "living" as a walking corpse day by day. Wouldn't it be better to just die at this point? It's the easiest solution. Unfortunately, I have a very close bond to my mother though. And supplies are hard to get where I am.
I just don't know what to do. I wish I had someone who simply told me how to live my life, so I would not have to engage with such thoughts. At the end I think the mindless day routine with no social interaction is most comfortable for me.
Sorry if this is a bit incoherent.
I used to be a huge people pleaser starting from elementary school, or as long as I can remember. I would mask and be a completely different person depending on who I'm talking to. Back then I used to also study the personalities of anime characters I liked and would build parts of it into my own mannerisms. This all lead to me having my first existential crisis around the age of 9. I did not know who I truly was, what thing I liked, what things I forced myself to like, what my actual dislikes are etc. I knew nothing about myself, and to this day I believe I still haven't figured myself out.
I struggle a lot with heavy memory loss, however I feel that back then I used to be pretty close to an actual human, like everyone else. I don't know what the trigger was for change, if it is related to the constant act I would play, or if it is something else entirely. Either way, I am no longer able to feel empathy. I've tried mentioning this to multiple people, but I always get the same response. "It is simply because of your autism, you feel things different compared to other people." But I am no fool. I know the difference between viewing the world a different way and simply missing something. This lack of empathy makes me feel like an asshole, I know how to comfort people, however I can only offer logical solutions to people, which comes with it's own set of problems.
Pretending to be human, a normal person like everyone, gets more exhausting day by day. I laugh at jokes I feel nothing about, I talk about my "likes" and "dislikes" I truly do not care about. And everyday I feel this act is coming closer to it's end. I've stopped pretending with a lot of things, but that has only made me realize I'm getting closer to "living" as a walking corpse day by day. Wouldn't it be better to just die at this point? It's the easiest solution. Unfortunately, I have a very close bond to my mother though. And supplies are hard to get where I am.
I just don't know what to do. I wish I had someone who simply told me how to live my life, so I would not have to engage with such thoughts. At the end I think the mindless day routine with no social interaction is most comfortable for me.
Sorry if this is a bit incoherent.