Postperson wrote:
Yes, that's why it's a disability. I couldn't support myself, it exhausted me trying to keep a job for 18 years, then I had to give up, a wreck, at 40. But then, some people are luckier with work.
That's a weird coincidence - I fled from my job after 18 years - not entirely ground down but I just couldn't stand the stress of it any more. Didn't know of AS in those days. Then after a couple of years of acting like a hippie I took another job, and now after 18 years of that I'm near the end of my rope again, and long to do another runner. This time I'll be less of a hippie and more like my true self. What is it with this 18-year thing? Anyway, I hope you don't feel inadequate about not holding the job down any longer. Maybe it wasn't worthy of you, maybe your freedom is more important than a job.
Anyway, I'm voting no. I've survived 56 years and I hope to live as long as the average Joe. The world of working for wages and consuming looks to me to be just as helpless a fate as being an asylum inmate - hopelessly dependent on somebody else's handouts in return for reporting to a detention centre when
they tell you to, using
their tools to make what
they tell you to make, always on
their terms. The bosses are the only ones who are really capable of looking after themselves. One stroke of the pen from them, and the "independence" of the worker collapses, The basic system is little different from the old workhouse system where paupers would have to go, cap in hand, when they couldn't cope. The rules are a little less vicious, but it's basically the same deal.
People sometimes worry about me because I don't seem to be able to cook, when biologically there's no need for cooking, except in the social imagination. I "can't" tidy up, yet if you look, I always keep the basic hygeine and health standards intact, I've rarely been physically ill. My basic survival strategy is plain for all to see, and it works, in as far as I'm alive and reasonably healthy, and have sought help less, not more, than most people. There are plenty of judgemental types who would look at my lifestyle and feel sorry for me - but I feel sorry for
them.
Anyway, you get my drift. By mainstream/NT standards, I'm failing at the game of life, and my capacity to survive is impaired because of autistic head problems and a wacky view of the whole game. But I don't see much to aspire to in the mainstream/NT world. They don't look particularly content to me. It remains to be seen who will survive the longest, me or them. I reckon it'll be me.