No. Hell, no.
I've learned to accept me, maybe even to like me, but I too wonder what I'm being punished for. It's one of those questions I'd like to ask God.
Worry every waking moment if I'm "normal enough?" Live in terror of being rejected by my spouse and/or losing my kids?? Spend my life stereotyped a sociopath and/or a mass murderer?? Struggle to do/remember things other people take for granted (even while I can spit out streams of useless data)??? Agoraphobia??? Never being able to get people to listen, even when I know that I know what I'm talking about, even when it's a matter of life and death?? Getting called a whore and an adulteress when I haven't even contemplated another man in that way since I met my husband?? All the rest of it???? To spend another lifetime being "never good enough," despite the fact that there's "nothing wrong with me"????
Hell. The. f**k. No.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"