I remember when I felt as you, but my situation was not knowing about aspergers and being a "forced" carer to my gran ( I was blackmailed by relatives).
I wanted so much to learn to drive and go to America and be an au pair. This was a way of breaking through the barrier of my private hell.
Accept, I only had my own extreme negative obsticles in the way. It NEVER occurred to me, to get in tuch with a driving school and go from there. All I could "see" was: I need to drive, but how can I learn?
Consequently, I have got my licence and secondly, I got married when I was 21. Gran was moved into a home ( very long story).
You have to work out which would be quicker to attain? Learning to drive or getting work?
The ideal job would be seeking out jobs that require just one on one interactions. Could you apply to be acknowledged as disabled? This would open doors of opportunity for you. It means that work where you do not get stressed with doing, will be found.
I now handle our finances and boy it has given me a boost of "being an adult". I have the responsibility of caring for our home and have a husband who is very militarian in his outlook and will notice small things.
For a long time, I could not cope, but I have learned along the way and now, I do believe I am not all that bad.
It is very hard to be accepting that in this world, we can be acknowledged very quickly as being disabled, but what comes along with that, is a huge amount of internal support.
I live in France ( my country is the uk) and I have tried to work. Had work here and there in cleaning holiday homes, but never went further, because of having to rely on hubby.
I found work and with a great deal of excitment, I emailed and even got an interview. Then, reality it home! How on earth was I going to get to that place of work? I hoped that the map would show it was not that far, but sadly, it was too far, for arrangments to be made and I was sobbing as I emailed saying that it was not going to happen.
There was a time, I found the perfect work for me. I saw in a temping agent's window: typist wanted. Accuracy more important than speed. My eyes lit up! I type fast, but not when being observed.
I went in, armed with my folder of exams; equired about the job offer and with a huge, eager smile, handed her my folder. She brushed it aside and abruptly pointed in a corner, where a computer was and said: take a speeding test. I tried to explain that according to the advert, speed is not that important. She refused to listen.
I failed that test and thought: it was due to stress. But I passed with distinctions in college for typing and that was extreme pressure. So, now I know it was HER attitude that put me off and why I made too many mistakes.
I tried to reason with her, but she was a closed book. She said: you failed that test and in fact, you were the worst one, so how can I trust to allow you to take this work? I said: but I have certificates of distinction for my typing! She would not listen and with the last shred of dignity, I walked out and thanks to having sunglasses, my sobs were not seen.
So, I am now in a position that I could add being a financal adviser, but my math is so bad, I would be laughed at. I could train as a psychologist, but disagree with the format of training.