Any women with autism on here who aren't suicidal and feel happy with their lives?

I would really like to speak with one.

Not to be super bleak but many of the people I identified with in my life, the kind of people you'd say, 'we're alike' even if you weren't that close, are now dead. I have to ask why that is. One of only two other women with autism who I knew died recently of an overdose (The other does not seem to like me much and we no longer talk).

The feeling that 'we' are not made for this world, and how are we meant to get along in it, are very common and the evidence as I have witnessed and lived it thus far suggests probably true. Is any woman with autism here living a life they are happy with?  Is anyone here 'okay'? I would really like to have an honest conversation with another woman whose life doesn't suck - and how that came about. NOT performatively - no bullshit designed to make me feel better in the short term regardless of reality.  If you are an adult woman with autism and your life genuinely doesn't suck, can we chat?

Thanks peeps

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  • I was adopted aged five. My adopted family rejected me and, from the age of 19, I lived in a mental hospital.
    After I was diagnosed with Autism I must leave and had to live on the street.
    I almost did not speak. I didn’t have any life experience. I did not even know how to wash dishes, clean my room or how to use public transport or phone.
    All the time I was fighting suicidal ideation. I was trying many different ways to stop the horrible mental pain which burned me from the inside, but someone on the sky decide to give me a chance.
    Thanks to my friends who help me. I was given a chance to improve my life. People  tried to understand and help me. For me it was unusual. I was helped to go to college. My assistant at a college saw my drawings and suggested I go on an art and design course.
    I am 53 now and going to finish university
    I don't think about suicides anymore. I really want to create a puppet theatre where we could tell stories from our live.

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  • I was adopted aged five. My adopted family rejected me and, from the age of 19, I lived in a mental hospital.
    After I was diagnosed with Autism I must leave and had to live on the street.
    I almost did not speak. I didn’t have any life experience. I did not even know how to wash dishes, clean my room or how to use public transport or phone.
    All the time I was fighting suicidal ideation. I was trying many different ways to stop the horrible mental pain which burned me from the inside, but someone on the sky decide to give me a chance.
    Thanks to my friends who help me. I was given a chance to improve my life. People  tried to understand and help me. For me it was unusual. I was helped to go to college. My assistant at a college saw my drawings and suggested I go on an art and design course.
    I am 53 now and going to finish university
    I don't think about suicides anymore. I really want to create a puppet theatre where we could tell stories from our live.

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