paul64
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I'm self- and friend-diagnosed as of a couple of months ago and at age 58. I'm almost certain it answers the open questions I used to slot into various psych diagnoses, though I have a couple of those, too. And I got through life 'til a few years back with alcohol, drugs or both, or "anti-lived" through sober periods at agoraphobic anxiety and avoidance levels and bizarre feelings that I now see as my occasional autistic bleedouts. My gf's seemed relieved when I started drinking. I was sometimes more fun and at least hangovers ended.
You might be able to guess where this is going. If not, I feel a *little* wobbly re alcohol, but I much more feel like the last time I tried dating without it: 15 years old, with an age-appropriate work history, if I were 15, adding to the Impressive Life Story any date eventually forces me to reveal, at least a little...and then turns into a compulsive rolling confession
On the plus side, this is the first time as an adult I've overall not felt completely and constantly desperate for romance; sex, yes...that's also been a few years. Whatever my desire level, I am very backed away from going any further than my few makeout sessions. It seems like a completely bizarre activity even in the moment, and like I'm not really there or someone no one ever taught the facts of life. I realize this reaction could involve a lot of normal reactions and Aspie stuff. But even just texting, I also feel like somebody stole my clothes and I'm wearing borrowed underwear with "Mom" written in black marker...or the equivalent.
Not only is my life story embarrassing and not exactly Pilgrim's Progress, but it's totally obvious the other person is wondering how to flee, as I blather on making it increasingly worse. Now, a lot of guilt and embarrassment also circles around events related to the alcohol & pills, so at the time of a date, I'm usually pancking and overloading on the same self-loathing as I sometimes have alone. Use your imagination, but one time I was offered the most blatant 'seduction' attempt possible and was so discombobulated it didn't dawn on me until I told the story to a friend the next day.
So here it is. A a serious relationships is more in my open question zone, but sex before I'm dead is looking like the next ship to sail before I'm confident or blind drunk enough, rather than my current dating comfort zone: on the couch at 11 pm browsing dating profiles. Probably like everybody else. Like everything, now, with the self-diagnosis, being conscious of how spaced-out focus is my go-to even is becoming my only go-to, even over something I'd so much rather be doing, like having sex. For romance to be an option, too, would be even better, if not so primal a desire.
Has anyone else found coping strategies, especially for the date one life story roll out? Or decided that some kind of relationship might even be worth a "few" drinks, since that's exactly why I always went back to it or something else that let me get to, "This guy is weird, but at least he's __ my brains out?" Or just said forget dating, I'd rather watch another war documentary I've already seen 300 times?" Or come up with a more agreeable version of your life events?
Thanks!
Lonelyhearts in Michigan
a/k/a Paul
You might be able to guess where this is going. If not, I feel a *little* wobbly re alcohol, but I much more feel like the last time I tried dating without it: 15 years old, with an age-appropriate work history, if I were 15, adding to the Impressive Life Story any date eventually forces me to reveal, at least a little...and then turns into a compulsive rolling confession
On the plus side, this is the first time as an adult I've overall not felt completely and constantly desperate for romance; sex, yes...that's also been a few years. Whatever my desire level, I am very backed away from going any further than my few makeout sessions. It seems like a completely bizarre activity even in the moment, and like I'm not really there or someone no one ever taught the facts of life. I realize this reaction could involve a lot of normal reactions and Aspie stuff. But even just texting, I also feel like somebody stole my clothes and I'm wearing borrowed underwear with "Mom" written in black marker...or the equivalent.
Not only is my life story embarrassing and not exactly Pilgrim's Progress, but it's totally obvious the other person is wondering how to flee, as I blather on making it increasingly worse. Now, a lot of guilt and embarrassment also circles around events related to the alcohol & pills, so at the time of a date, I'm usually pancking and overloading on the same self-loathing as I sometimes have alone. Use your imagination, but one time I was offered the most blatant 'seduction' attempt possible and was so discombobulated it didn't dawn on me until I told the story to a friend the next day.
So here it is. A a serious relationships is more in my open question zone, but sex before I'm dead is looking like the next ship to sail before I'm confident or blind drunk enough, rather than my current dating comfort zone: on the couch at 11 pm browsing dating profiles. Probably like everybody else. Like everything, now, with the self-diagnosis, being conscious of how spaced-out focus is my go-to even is becoming my only go-to, even over something I'd so much rather be doing, like having sex. For romance to be an option, too, would be even better, if not so primal a desire.
Has anyone else found coping strategies, especially for the date one life story roll out? Or decided that some kind of relationship might even be worth a "few" drinks, since that's exactly why I always went back to it or something else that let me get to, "This guy is weird, but at least he's __ my brains out?" Or just said forget dating, I'd rather watch another war documentary I've already seen 300 times?" Or come up with a more agreeable version of your life events?
Thanks!
Lonelyhearts in Michigan
a/k/a Paul