Vacations, never. Has anyone else here never been "on Holiday" as an (Autistic) Adult?

Has anyone else here NEVER been "on Holiday" as an (Autistic) Adult? Either within the British Isles or, especially, leaving the Country.
When at school, I was allowed - with the School - to visit The Isle Of Wight, and France, and then Belgium...
But now that I am an adult (since leaving school)... London is as if imposed as a Prison, which financial constraints prevent me from ever escaping. And so I am curious as to whether anyone else has 'Never Really Been Allowed To Have A Vacation', just like myself...

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  • I've done a fair amount of traveling - mainly alone - and I'd like to do some more.  When I have some money, maybe.  I once traveled around the US and Canada on Greyhound buses, and there's a strong part of me that's attracted to that itinerant, no-plans approach.  In more recent years, though, it's always been organised down the the smallest detail to prevent anything from going wrong - and I'm always hyper-anxious until I'm there.  I like France.  I know a few words - enough to get by with basics, but not enough for a conversation.  So it's nice to go there and not feel I have to engage anyone in conversation.  My ex was French, and she was the only one in her family who spoke English.  So when we went to her parents, they would all be talking away to each other (they could have been saying all sorts of bad things about me, to be honest!), whilst I sat at the end of the table and got quietly drunk on my own!  I enjoyed that, in a perverse sort of way.  I was in a social situation - but I couldn't socialise!

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  • I've done a fair amount of traveling - mainly alone - and I'd like to do some more.  When I have some money, maybe.  I once traveled around the US and Canada on Greyhound buses, and there's a strong part of me that's attracted to that itinerant, no-plans approach.  In more recent years, though, it's always been organised down the the smallest detail to prevent anything from going wrong - and I'm always hyper-anxious until I'm there.  I like France.  I know a few words - enough to get by with basics, but not enough for a conversation.  So it's nice to go there and not feel I have to engage anyone in conversation.  My ex was French, and she was the only one in her family who spoke English.  So when we went to her parents, they would all be talking away to each other (they could have been saying all sorts of bad things about me, to be honest!), whilst I sat at the end of the table and got quietly drunk on my own!  I enjoyed that, in a perverse sort of way.  I was in a social situation - but I couldn't socialise!

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