So it would just end already. Nearly 60 years on this planet and nothing ever changes.
It seems no matter how much I work to put my life in order, and function in my own minimal way, to fly under the NT radar and just exist in peace, sooner or later, usually just when I feel safe in my own space and routines, I step across some Neurotypical Red Line and the bottom drops out.
Suddenly all Hell breaks loose and I've gone from quiet, unassuming schlemiel, to being nailed up on a cross as an example of bad humanity. It never fails. There is no moment of peace that doesn't ultimately explode like the Hindenberg and bring my whole life crashing down around me. I'm a burden and an embarrassment to everyone I depend on (and I don't want to lean on anyone, but I'm too useless to be truly independent). It seems there is only one way I will ever be able to take control of my own dignity, though there's hardly any future in it.
Not asking for help, or advice. It wouldn't matter. Just venting to the room, because I have no one else to vent to.
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"I don't mean to sound bitter, cynical or cruel - but I am, so that's how it comes out." - Bill Hicks