What is the point of it all? This life thingy is rather overrated isn't it?
There's a harsh reality that's crept upon me. The reality that no matter how hard I try, I'll always have boundaries. And they're harsh boundaries. It's not a life worth having.
My autism means even at 20 years old I'm bound to a life of boredom and misery. I have no friends, no chance of relationship and I'm struggling in my university degree. I have very few hobbies to speak of, struggle to speak to my own family members and more.
The thing is if I lived in some sort of bubble I'd be fine. I could have an interest, in let's say birds and take that interest further. But I don't. I like things that normal people like (I don't mean to sound hurtful using the word normal, but I suffer from it so I'm using it). I don't live in a bubble though. I know I have limitations, I know what aspergers does to me, I know what it means to me.
I then think to what my future life could be like. I could be working either in a warehouse or an office. Both options sound bad. I'd still struggle to speak to people, I'd still struggle to make friends, I'd still struggle in day to day activities (oh btw did I mention I still live with my parents?).
At the age of 80 I could be living in a care home, barely visited by anybody and sitting there waiting to die. I'm nearly 21 and I'm sitting here waiting to die. Why wait?
I refuse to accept my life like this. I can't change it, but I'm not just accepting it. Therefore, I have made a decision. This decision is to be in a situation where I never have to face any of these realities of later life. They won't apply to me considering what I'm planning.
Cheerio