I've spent some time trying to figure out why I hate myself so much. The AS really doesn't explain the way I am, and it's no excuse for the way I think or feel or behave. I tend to blame all my problems on autism, when really there is something wrong with me personally. There is a divide between me and the rest of the human population, including other aspies. There are two groups of people - the rest of the world, a group of normal, healthy, responsible people, and me, an inferior life form. I am not a human. I am a dud.
The way I see myself and my relationship with the rest of the world is not something that I can describe using the limited faculties of the English language, but there is an explanation that I have come up with. I had an epiphany during an episode of psychosis a few years ago, in which I got a glimpse into the essence of my life and my self. I don't fully understand the thoughts I had then, because they are outside the realm of human philosophical reasoning, but I wrote down the revelation I had:
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I have a feeling that other people's lives are different from mine, that they do it differently, and while I do my work under the support of an onlooker, they quietly accept their burden and plug the hole with the waters of their lives. They say "You can not have this. You have not taken the right number of years. Your time was only a rigged substitute." I see red. I see the rung of the shower curtain. And the voices say "This is not the real thing."
I wish someone would help me understand myself and my self loathing, but no one understands the way I think. Only one who is insane can understand what I have seen.