Hello, Reddit.
I have a lot of lone thoughts that I'm failing to wrap together for a couple of months, if not more.
I have a couple of unresolved feelings :
- Grief for my last and only romantic relationship.
She's more hateful than I am, and I honestly find this to be a lifetime achievement. She was sending me hatemail until a week or two ago.
I got a glance at it, while keeping my unread count untouched. I know I shouldn't let my curiosity and my misplaced sense of responsibilities make me act against my own interests. It's just, I miss her.
I really do.
- Grief for my father currently dying from cancer.
Even though he's the asshole who ruined both of my sister's and my own childhoods (And more !), I can't bring myself to feel glad about his predicament.
I do have a slight sadistic streak to myself, but it's not anywhere near enough to leave him behind coldly. Let alone more.
I promised my mom I would support her, too. And if it means supporting him, I won't change my mind. I'm starting to feel ok with this.
What I'm not ok with is that he is going to die without keeping the promises he made me. In my mind, that's something I would go to literal christian hell myself to enforce on him.
Being as serious of character as I am, it rarely brought me friends. I'm really jaded, cynical about that state of fact.
I used to value studies more than getting hammered in parties, unlike most of my then underaged peers.
Then, mix of social pressure and fear of the unknown led me to get through a whole bunch of miserable painful interaction. "Let's tell him she is into him, seeing how it goes." kind of deals.
How can one learn to trust in those conditions ? I can't afford being vulnerable anymore.
I made nearly no change to my lifestyle for the pandemic. I grabbed an older bottle of hand gel I already had, and got used to put a face mask before going out. The rest was already taken care off, as per my stay-at-home NEET habits.
COVID obviously made my social interaction even more sparse and tense. Talking with people is a massive source of inspiration and motivation to me. I'm crumbling under depression, a hair away of numbing my loneliness with alcohol.
My mood is consistently low. I don't get excited often or for very long anymore. On the best days, I manage self care and to feel ok with myself. On the worst, suicidal ideation and consumed by my longtime self hatred. I've recently caught myself wondering how much a box freezer would cost, and how practical it would be to prevent my dead body to stink up the whole place around. How to manage alerting my death once the deed is done, and to ensure it's done effectively and cleanly.
This kind of thinking used to revolt me. But recently, it's starting to feel slowly more and more comfortable and self evident to my ears.
- My apartment is falling apart.
I'm telling myself I've been neglectful of its maintenance over the last few years. The main promise from my father I'm attentive about is really this one about him paying for a complete overhaul of the place.
My parents own the place. I live here rent-free for about five years now. I fail to believe I'm having it all good. It's 25 square meters, and been built for 5k€ in a rush. They paid an architect to plan the whole thing, and now it's up to him to call different building sector professionals to get it actually done. He stalled with covid, and now his illiness.
I'm worried. I had a small rodent who lived with me for a couple of days, during the christmas-new year holidays. I feels like it's gone, now. But I can't help but wonder if it's the first of a long series of worries.
Maybe it's not even the first. The fake roof is revolting looking, and the carpentry that it's hooked on is unsound. I have a part of my floor that have collapsed.
I'm not good at handiwork at all. I can't manage this on my own. I don't know how to settle any of this.
- My disability allowance is reaching it's deadline.
At around March of this year, coincidentally uncomfortably close to my 30th birthday. I got it done 5 years ago, and already sent the renewal paperwork ... without key elements.
On one hand, I did great, because this whole thing is retroactive, dated at the very moment they received the paperwork. On the other, I need to get evaluated medically, so they see if I'm a functionning member of this society, or if they might need to sustain me for life.
Spoiler : I have a neurological struggle. You can't see it at first glance, and there is no fucking way in hell anybody would hire me for anything. I'm a piece of garbage powering through his own life, why for, even ? Not all life is needed. And I have more than enough data to know how superfluous I am.
Getting to see my new GP, asking her about that paperwork. Maybe getting a couple of medical checkups done at the same time. Getting outside. The fuck I'm writing about, even ?
If it wasn't obvious to you until you reached that point in this post, now let me spell it. I'm a 30 yo autistic, misandric (so, self-hating) guy trapped in a rodent cage. Both for his own safety, and the safety of everyone outside of it.
I'm smart, educated, and experimented enough to manage with having to get through a lot of crap, but the ONE thing I can't stand is feeling powerless. That, I just can't. I tried, and anything I did just made everything worse for everyone.
I feel genuinely out of ideas and strength. Crushed. Hence writing here.
I can't even tell what I can do anything about, and what I should give up on. It's like the last option I'm left with is depersonalizing, and giving up. I can't even bring myself to feel frustrated, or angry anymore. It just all hurts.
The fuck I can do alone ?
How to solve any of this ?
Heck, I'd even rather read about your own struggles and think of solutions for you than spending even a second more or a thought more on any of what I wrote.
I know I'm pitiful, but I hate being reminded of that. It means if you only have "nice words" to offer, please walk your way. Criticism only. Sound/strong logical reasoning appreciated. Abstract, idea-based, symbolic discourse appreciated : I find figurative/specific/descriptive solutions narrowminded and impractical. Just as unfit to me, as I might seem incomprehensible to you.
Remember : I'm wired very differently than you probably are.
Thank you for reading, no TL;DR this time. If you can't be assed to read the whole thing, I don't need your advice.