Hi! You can call me Deadmantis. You can even call me dead. My real name (Edwin) rhymes with Dead so there's that. There's a story behind that name but it's really weird so I won't open with it. I have a lot of "weird" interests that take up an awful lot of my time and I'm only around neurotypicals who can't mostly be bothered to care. I'm deeply interested in history from the crusades to world war 2 and even more recent. I'm a spiritual seeker who has read at least something about most of the major religions, I guess I do consider myself a non-denominational Christian at least nominally (mostly because my wife identifies as such and I want to be on the same page with her) but I am very esoteric by nature. I play the card game Magic: The Gathering, and have for about 30 years, but I've always had my own way of looking at it and as a result the average player can't stand me and it's a very love/hate situation even with myself in general. It can be the coolest thing in the world, or it can be a steaming pile of garbage that I'm sorry I wasted so much of my life on. I guess being autistic is at least in part about extremes, or so I've been told.
I'm always feeling like an outsider. No one understands me. The more I try to make sense to people, the more it falls through my fingers. My wife, she sort of gets it, but more in a "I don't understand most of what you say but I love you anyway" sort of way, which is nice, but still. She wants to join a support group for spouses of neurodivergents, and I respect that, so I'm going the other way and hoping maybe I can find some people to talk to.
Hit me up with anything and I'll do my best to keep up. I pride myself on knowing at least a little bit about practically everything I come across, and if I don't know I'm always willing to learn. I don't really know what to expect from a site like this, but this is me giving it a shot.
I hope the evening finds all of you well. I have always known I was different than the others and so many people in my life tried to invalidate that and tell me I was actually the same and was just doing it wrong. I hate them forever for that presumption. I got my autism diagnosis just in the last three months and it's liberating. No, I'm not like the rest of you (neurotypicals), I never was and it's your fault you didn't believe me. I didn't possess the social
I guess I'd just like to find my people. I'll talk about just about anything just to have someone to talk to who doesn't hold it against me. I don't know how common it is with autism, being new to it, but I feel like an incredibly toxic person around neurotypicals, and if they let me talk they are just giving me the rope that I'll eventually hang myself with. They don't care about my interests and they only care about things that are alien to me.
I'm even sort of a family man, I have three step children, but I still don't know how to talk about kids like it's a thing to talk about. I wish them well, I want what's best for them, I'd even say I love them, but I just can't small talk about really anything at all. It has to be life/death deep philosophical ideas that will change lives and paradigms or it's just something I can solve in 10 seconds and doesn't need said at all. Kids, good. I want good for them. I want them to do good. They are good. I am glad they are in my life. It's all good. And that's all I have.
I don't even know why I'm writing this. My wife wants to sleep in another room because she thinks I'm mad at her. But she's the one who told me to come here. I hate to be so blunt but life awfully effing sucks most days and it's all I can do to even attempt to keep it together. I don't know what I'm doing, like, at all, I get up and go to work at a job I absolutely hate and that I'm overqualified for (because I had a degree but zero work record I started on the absolute bottom of dead end jobs at 46), and all just so I can say I'm contributing to the family. I don't get anything from it personally.
If I could just cease to exist and ensure that everyone else in my life would be better for it I would probably be up for that. I realize that is not realistic (so I'm not in danger) but it's indicative of how I feel.
I'm sorry this is very dark. To say I am outrageously alienated from other human beings does not begin to describe it. I feel like I was dropped in a place of torment where the only way to get ahead is to submit to further torment. I just want it all to end. I'm tired. I'm not going to kill myself but I might never be happy for the entire rest of my life, and will only live for the betterment of others, and I guess that's good enough? I tell the people in my life I am happy because I don't want them to worry but in reality I am adrift, and ultimately alone in my obsessive thoughts.
Thanks for reading.