agent_cooper
Well-Known Member
Tonight is just one of those nights where I can't sleep because I'm just so frustrated.
Keep doing the same aspie things I've always done for the past 40 years. Only now I have a label for all that garbage.
At first, the diagnosis was great because I finally understood the "why" of my life. I started to try to compensate for some aspie things with some success, but lately I just seem to keep messing up in that wonderful aspie way. (Saying inappropriate things that hurt people even though I don't mean to. Focusing on one approach to a problem for hours at a time instead of trying a different way.)
The frustration builds until I do something really bad. (Tonight, I upset my wife by saying something that was just plain awful.) Then the dam bursts, and I spend hours thinking of how to "check out," how to just quit everything, including important stuff like breathing.
I'm okay now. I always get better after a few hours of doing "research" on how to "check out." But one thing that always bugged me in these situations is how there's no one I can talk to in moments like this. You can't lay this on anyone who knows you. It's too much to bear. And, it's not like I can talk to my therapist at 4:00 in the morning.
So, here I am. I'm hoping I can come here from time to time just to write down what's going on in my head.
Thanks for reading. You can now return to your regular forum routine.
Keep doing the same aspie things I've always done for the past 40 years. Only now I have a label for all that garbage.
At first, the diagnosis was great because I finally understood the "why" of my life. I started to try to compensate for some aspie things with some success, but lately I just seem to keep messing up in that wonderful aspie way. (Saying inappropriate things that hurt people even though I don't mean to. Focusing on one approach to a problem for hours at a time instead of trying a different way.)
The frustration builds until I do something really bad. (Tonight, I upset my wife by saying something that was just plain awful.) Then the dam bursts, and I spend hours thinking of how to "check out," how to just quit everything, including important stuff like breathing.
I'm okay now. I always get better after a few hours of doing "research" on how to "check out." But one thing that always bugged me in these situations is how there's no one I can talk to in moments like this. You can't lay this on anyone who knows you. It's too much to bear. And, it's not like I can talk to my therapist at 4:00 in the morning.
So, here I am. I'm hoping I can come here from time to time just to write down what's going on in my head.
Thanks for reading. You can now return to your regular forum routine.