Tyri0n wrote:
I have given myself until November 27, 2016 to make my autism completely invisible to the outside world, to have a long-term girlfriend, and normal friends -- or I'm killing myself.
That's more than a little extreme. As long as you are alive, there is hope. Death puts an end to all hope.
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I don't understand why people wouldn't want to be cured. There's nothing that sucks as bad as living with mild autistic symptoms, especially when you don't have special talents to offer, or special interests to speak of (training myself not to talk about my special interests actually killed the desire to have them eventually) like others do. So I need to be cured. And it has 2 years to happen.
While a cure is very unlikely, there is always the chance for help to learn to deal with issues better.
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Because there's a time in a man's life around age 30 when social awkwardness goes from tolerable and even cute to a few people to just creepy to everyone. And I can't live as a creepy person like all the old guys I see at my aspie meetup group.
Throughout my 20s and 30s, I was torn between wanting a relationship and shying away from every possible opportunity at the same time. Then in my 40s I started to realize that I needed to do something, but I never made anything happen. Now that I'm in my late 50s, I'm reasonably comfortable with myself. My big worry is not about relationships but about making sure I have somewhere to live when I reach retirement age.