Hello, my name is Annie, and I discovered I had autism in my 20s. I'm also HIGHLY sensitive, and have always been really affected by any kind of judgment, annoyance, impatience, and anger in others. It would also really affect me when, in some way, I'd be singled out as being different. I did, of course, tend to stick out and learned very young to mask and hide. My social anxiety and low social confidence was so severe I was one of the quietest girls you'd meet until I reached college age, when I finally felt like I was experiencing some actual social skills growth.
I did always realize that I had quite a divide between how I portrayed myself in the outer world around people and the person I truly was on the inside. I felt stuck inside, too vulnerable and unsafe to show my full self and true colors. And that's a survival technique! When you don't have the tools or assistance in order to function in life, you have to use the route of a coping mechanism. I obviously had no help in my childhood and I so wish any adult could have recognized that there was something significant going on with me and gotten the answers so that I could have had more of a chance at acclimating to life.
Consequently, and quite unfortunately, I have not yet acclimated and integrated. That divide in myself, preventing me from blossoming and fully engaging with life and people, has been the central obstacle of my life....the primary objective, the need that needed to be attended to. I needed to find a way to cross that chasm, to bring my soul into the world around me. And I tried. I went out into the world, moved out for the first time to a big city with a friend. (Not a good move - she told me AFTER I arrived there that she liked where she was at and no longer wished to find a place to rent with me and I should find my own place. And I went along with that because I was a people pleaser. So I was in San Francisco all on my own, for the most part. And boy was it STRESSFUL)
I ended up becoming quite depressed and felt like it just wasn't working out. So I moved in with my father, who I hardly knew, in order to work on my mental health and again, work on my breakthrough. I was already feeling in very low spirits about life and lack of close relationships, not being able to truly connect with anyone. Turns out he was not a good person for me to be around at that time....he was very negative about life and had habits that kept people, including his own daughter, at a distance. So we could not connect and I felt like I didn't belong there. In fact, I felt like I didn't belong anywhere, that my chances at developing properly were quickly slipping away from me, that I would never be able to be myself and fulfill my potential, that I was just too different to be able to connect with people. I fell into an unrelenting pit of depression and began experiencing feelings of unreality and altered sense of self, which would grow into a monster that fed upon my soul - a dissociative condition called depersonalization/derealization.
Long story short, I experienced many different stressors further along the way, moved from place to place, and eventually landed back at my mom and stepdad's, which was my last option - absolutely hated it there. At that point I had nearly ceased being able to function in real life and it took me many years to get a handle on my mental health well enough to feebly get back out in the world. I've yearned and tried to get out of that living situation again. I've spent nearly a decade back with my parents, a place that is stressful and life-sucking for me. I don't believe that I could jump into living on my own again. Unfortunately, the friends I do have are not available to room with. So the other option is going back with my dad, and I believe it'll work out this time around, as I'm not raw and going through a major existential crisis. He needs to make a move as well. We've tried and tried to find a place to rent but have come up on the short end of the stick.
So that's my story. If interested, check out my GoFundMe to assist with the move, any little bit helps
Help with Securing A Place to Live, organized by Annie K
Do you feel stuck inside yourself? What is your story on that, or how have you been able to overcome it?
I did always realize that I had quite a divide between how I portrayed myself in the outer world around people and the person I truly was on the inside. I felt stuck inside, too vulnerable and unsafe to show my full self and true colors. And that's a survival technique! When you don't have the tools or assistance in order to function in life, you have to use the route of a coping mechanism. I obviously had no help in my childhood and I so wish any adult could have recognized that there was something significant going on with me and gotten the answers so that I could have had more of a chance at acclimating to life.
Consequently, and quite unfortunately, I have not yet acclimated and integrated. That divide in myself, preventing me from blossoming and fully engaging with life and people, has been the central obstacle of my life....the primary objective, the need that needed to be attended to. I needed to find a way to cross that chasm, to bring my soul into the world around me. And I tried. I went out into the world, moved out for the first time to a big city with a friend. (Not a good move - she told me AFTER I arrived there that she liked where she was at and no longer wished to find a place to rent with me and I should find my own place. And I went along with that because I was a people pleaser. So I was in San Francisco all on my own, for the most part. And boy was it STRESSFUL)
I ended up becoming quite depressed and felt like it just wasn't working out. So I moved in with my father, who I hardly knew, in order to work on my mental health and again, work on my breakthrough. I was already feeling in very low spirits about life and lack of close relationships, not being able to truly connect with anyone. Turns out he was not a good person for me to be around at that time....he was very negative about life and had habits that kept people, including his own daughter, at a distance. So we could not connect and I felt like I didn't belong there. In fact, I felt like I didn't belong anywhere, that my chances at developing properly were quickly slipping away from me, that I would never be able to be myself and fulfill my potential, that I was just too different to be able to connect with people. I fell into an unrelenting pit of depression and began experiencing feelings of unreality and altered sense of self, which would grow into a monster that fed upon my soul - a dissociative condition called depersonalization/derealization.
Long story short, I experienced many different stressors further along the way, moved from place to place, and eventually landed back at my mom and stepdad's, which was my last option - absolutely hated it there. At that point I had nearly ceased being able to function in real life and it took me many years to get a handle on my mental health well enough to feebly get back out in the world. I've yearned and tried to get out of that living situation again. I've spent nearly a decade back with my parents, a place that is stressful and life-sucking for me. I don't believe that I could jump into living on my own again. Unfortunately, the friends I do have are not available to room with. So the other option is going back with my dad, and I believe it'll work out this time around, as I'm not raw and going through a major existential crisis. He needs to make a move as well. We've tried and tried to find a place to rent but have come up on the short end of the stick.
So that's my story. If interested, check out my GoFundMe to assist with the move, any little bit helps

Do you feel stuck inside yourself? What is your story on that, or how have you been able to overcome it?