I'm 41 and never had a real friend

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No one calls me or cares if I live or die. The only friend I had in HS my mom made for me. Romantic relationships aside, I realize now I never had one friendship in my entire life.

Friends are overrated. And why does it matter whether your mom made it or not?

I had a very close friend in HS and for many years until he met his wife-this person was more like my brother than my own brother and after he got his girlfriend/wife he was very scarce because she hated me and eventually they divorced and we were hanging out together until his neighbor started to say things and he got mad at me after a bad day and his neighbor saying things and I disappeared for a couple of years and then I found out about my AS and explained why it hurt when this friend of mine said the things he said and did but nothing is the same now- know how you feel-this is only one example of years and years of loneliness and bad treatment by many different people.

That's pretty much my story too, with some words changed here and there.

I've had close friends at times, but they always end up abandoning me (or I abandon them...see my post in this forum for more details).

Why do people put such value on friendships?

Because life is more enjoyable if you're sharing your experiences with someone. Doesn't matter what the activity is, it's almost always less fun doing it by yourself.

We also like the validation that comes from a non-relative actually caring about us.

last year i made a nice good friend she taught me many things about social cues whatever i have learned its because of her she was very helpful. i never told her i am aspie or anything.
she shifted from here now i havent seen her in longtime.
its hard now i am without friend again and quite lonely.
my life just revolves around house, work, cooking, kid blah blah..........

True friendship? never. I do have "friends" that only call me when they want me to do something for them. Many aquaintences due to work, but that's it. It sucks doing things alone, to the point I feel too awkward to go out alone. Never any relationships either. I fear it's too late for either. I always get comments on how nice I am but nothing past that. I don't really know what keeps me going on, building cars, dreaming, thats about all I can think of. Maybe a small amount of hope in regards to acceptance and love but that has almost faded completely away over the years...

After my recent experience I wont ever put myself out there where I can be hurt again, I have my wife and shes all I will ever need.

Never had a "friend," and probably never will. It's better off that way, and I'm happier because of it.

True friends, never. People who needed me for some time and wiped me off the moment their circumstances changed and didn't need me anymore, I had several throughout my life. I'm better off now without all the heartache and disappointment that humans used to bring me constantly.

Once, for a time. But, as always she found friends she liked better, and again, as always, those friends didn't like me or want me around and that eventually killed the friendship. You know what sucks? When you think about someone every day (for ten years, ain't that f*****g crazy?), and you know that they don't think about you. That was the first and last time I ever felt emotionally connected to someone. But one person is not worth that much grief or suicidal ideation. I never want another friend. And I'll be glad when mY duties are done and I can leave this godforsaken world.

My friendships have been ... unusual. I don't think I've had one that fits the average description, and I don't feel comfortable having visitors, or having any obligations to be a friend in the usual sense of the word. Since I retired I don't have the most common form of friendship of my past - the school or work friendships that didn't extend into my personal life. I don't like the phone to ring, unless it's my sister.

I know people that I think of as friends (some I knew previously in face to face situations, others I've never met), and whom I correspond with by email or through our blogs. My husband knows a lot of our neighbors and there are a few we will see now and then when they have parties, or just to say hello. But he visits them much more than I do.

This situation suits me for the most part. But there are times I feel just the way you describe, that no one cares or would notice if I died.

Oh yeah, friends like that too, many.

I do that too.. It's been years (5) since I last saw people but still think about them daily as if it's only been two days and I need to "do something" to "get back in". As if they are still thinking about me too and just waiting for that moment of me "doing something" to "get back in". Or maybe better.. expect them to be as open/accepting as I would be if one of them stood in front of my door tomorrow.