Finally Saying Hi

I was formally diagnosed some time last year. 46, male. I have been lurking here since then, making the odd post, not quite sure what to do with myself.

I have imposter syndrome as is the way. But trying to solve it is a dead end.

I am somewhat at peace with the diagnosis, or maybe at truce, with a sortof "deal with it later" kind of arrangement, endlessly pushed back.. Thought the diagnosis would bring peace and assistance. Nope.

46, male. 3 degrees, no job, that kind of deal. Massive social phobia. Executive dysfunction. A wheel spinning in the mud. Lots of internalised self criticism.

I am, honestly very lonely, in a prison of sorts that I have always been in. Though there are cracks. Its been sad in my head for most of my life, so I try not to think about it. 

I have a girlfriend who is the kindest person I have met, and one friend.

Trying to build a jewellery business. Won't post the link, will seem like spam. That's my focus atm though. Self learning, trying  to get as good as I can. Dichotomy of control keeps me on the process, not outcome. Or I try.

I am a person of contrast. 

Anyway, that's probably enough for an intro.

I just wanted to say hi

Hi.

Spob.

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  • Hello Blended - I'm Number.  Excellent intro above, in my opinion.

    Lots of it resonates with me and my experiences - except the social phobia and not really yet being "at one" with your diagnosis.

    The chain of words that most hit my spot are;

    Executive dysfunction. A wheel spinning in the mud. Lots of internalised self criticism.

    I am, honestly very lonely, in a prison of sorts that I have always been in. Though there are cracks

    I look forward to running into you more often.

    Kind regards - Number.

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  • Hello Blended - I'm Number.  Excellent intro above, in my opinion.

    Lots of it resonates with me and my experiences - except the social phobia and not really yet being "at one" with your diagnosis.

    The chain of words that most hit my spot are;

    Executive dysfunction. A wheel spinning in the mud. Lots of internalised self criticism.

    I am, honestly very lonely, in a prison of sorts that I have always been in. Though there are cracks

    I look forward to running into you more often.

    Kind regards - Number.

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