Sunday 19 February 2017

Feeling suicidal and thinking about suicide.

So cheerful I know! Thing is, I think about suicide a lot and always have looking back. The strength of self hatred that comes over me, pushes me into these thoughts, though I don't think I would and nor do I really want to deep down. Sometimes though it seems the only way out of the horrible feeling.

Maybe it is a way of taking the pressure off, knowing that there is always that if things get too bad.

I think a lot of Autistic people have these thoughts. I am not alone in this.

The other day someone I know was saying that they didn't think I had been much affected by Aspergers. They were seeing the persona. The one who can socialise for a certain amount of time.

I told them they cannot see it because it is all on the inside. It is all going on inside.

I have so many fears and phobias that it has affected my life terribly. It has affected my work experience, in that I don't seem to fit in anywhere. I don't dress "right" for some jobs and I don't look "groomed" and I have always been the odd one out wherever I have worked.

My relationships have all been very fraught. I cannot keep up the affection and sexual performance for very long and in fact the only way I really ever dealt with it was to pretend to be someone else.
After a while I cannot bear to be touched and end the relationship. That's not good.

I hate to be away from home as I cannot go to the toilet if I think someone may come along or hear me, or know what I have been doing! I know this is crazy but I have had it all my life! 
So that is holidays out. I have had to tearfully confess my problem to romantic partners and no matter their understanding, it is still impossible for me to "go" if they are anywhere around. I am not talking a wee here folks!

Last time I went on holiday with a partner, it was like a military operation for me to use the toilet.
First he had to leave the holiday chalet. Go and get a paper. Mobile phone at the ready, waiting for the call that he could come back as I had "been" or not and then it was miserable for yet another day as going (in my wierd mind) is a morning affair!!

The other thing that troubles me, is the sense that I have done something wrong, upset someone, caused some kind of discord. I rarely have, but the feeling is so pervasive. I have to fight myself not to call round, or ring up, to explain what I really meant and am sorry if I have upset them.

I cannot cope with any kind of conflict. If something is going on, I will immediately feel responsible for it. Atmospheres, where someone is sulking or angry can distress me to the point of a panic attack.
There is just too much emotion rushing in and through my body.

The smallest thing can become a catastrophe. It may seem like you are being a drama queen or princess but inside it can be cold blooded fear and panic. It is all so exhausting.

There was a saying about alcohol. The Man takes a drink. The drink takes a drink. The drink takes the man.

Here's my version. The Aspie starts to think. The think starts to think. The think takes the Aspie.
Down a corridor, into a labrinth, then on to a maze and finishing up in a Kaleidoscope.

No, having Aspergers hasn't affected my life much at all! 

Sunday 12 February 2017

My Tribute to Tara Palmer Tomkinson

Tara

I believe you were one of us. The HFA girls who don't really know which way is up. Of course I never knew you but somehow I feel an empathy for you and your life which has sadly ended.

It makes me so angry to hear the judgemental comments out there saying you had wasted your life. What do they know about the pain that Autism can bring? The deep inner loneliness, the inability to connect to anyone in any real meaningful way.

I imagine you were doing your best to quell the machinations of your brain by taking drugs and drinking. Such an easy thing to do at first, just to try something and then find that it makes you feel able to communicate in a way that you never could. Then it becomes a problem, a habit, next an addiction.

It was you presenting a persona that could fit in, that belonged, that could get away from the endless looping and noise that assails your brain. The voice that tells you that you are worthless, that you are defective coupled with the feelings of extreme fear and anxiety. Is it any wonder you looked for an escape.

Yes you had everything that money could buy but you can't buy yourself out of  an Autistic brain and it makes me so sad to think of you in that flat alone, reclusive and terrified that you were going to die.

So Tara. I do get it, I really do. Now you are gone, so many people are showing just how well they thought of you. The trouble is that the entrenched lack of a self esteem, if there ever was one, can never let anything in, as there is a black hole where a love for yourself should be.

You looked like a woman, but inside you never really got beyond 12 years old did you?

I hope you can Rest in Peace now Tara, finally gone home to the planet of Autism.