I’ve read about how it’s typically difficult for adults with autism to remain employed, and I can completely see why. Never been officially diagnosed, but I’m pretty sure it’s a foregone conclusion in the way that I constantly over analyze every action taken by my co-workers and supervisors
So yeah there’s definitely some ND thought here, but I also can’t seem to get past how fake everything feels. And it feels like I have to play along with their little game where they all assume different personalities between the hours of 9-5 instead of being themselves. Because contrary to popular belief, individuals aren’t beneficial to capitalism, drones are
I hate my brain
I've had problems with socializing since I was a child since I have ADHD, which gave me bad social anxiety causing me to be withdrawn and largely quiet and still around normies (masking is automatic now and I can't turn it off anymore), and also I have severe depression which makes me so inwardly focused it annihilates my capacity for empathy. I can't make friends easily and I don't know how to network and I feel fucking trapped in bottom-rung anything and I sometimes feel like I have no real connections with any other human beings at all, even my own family, even the ones I live with.
I'm really struggling with my self-worth right now and the finances are at the heart of it. Not just feeling bad about myself from being poor; having to budget money is stressful for me, and I'm having to compromise on food quality at this point when I do have the energy and organizational capacity to actually make it to the grocery store, assuming I have money to spend. I can't do the things I want to do, like buy clothes or have more than one pair of shoes at a time or pay back my brother the money he loaned me to fix my brakes, or start up boxing lessons or go out and meet more people or do fucking anything and payday is just so fucking depressing because I see my money disappear almost immediately.
And I don't feel like there's any way out. I am not fucking good at making money. I don't think I ever will be.
The worst part is I HAVE made friends at my job, and we go out to karaoke and bar trivia and shit, and afterwards I'll just feel worse about myself because it's like prodding at a wound instead of letting it lie and being numb. I'm crushingly lonely and want deeper connections, and just getting surface level shit is so much more painful than isolation.
You’re not alone comrade. Everything you’ve described rings true for me as well
This reads very familiar, I'm sorry you have to feel those feelings. Particularly the line about doubting ever having an authentic human connection with anyone, including family. I wish I had advice but I do want to offer sympathy. It's so hard to curb the inward focus instinct that depression cultivates.