Poeple get so mad when I'm driving them somewhere and I insist on using my GPS. "But I'm your GPS!" Yeah well maybe I want to see how many streets before the turn, or I want alerts about debri, police or road construction.
I went to therapy for almost this exact reason. I will tell you what my therapist told me. Just because these terrible things are happening, doesn't mean you can't have meaning and joy in your life. It can be hard to feel grateful, it can be hard to feel happy, during such times, but it's possible. I would suggest reaching out to a professional if you can afford it.
I live in appalachia, come on in! Cheap real estate and beautiful scenery. Seen houses in my small town for 40,000$. Jobs that pay well can be hard to find, but if you don't mind traveling, or can work from home I'd recommend it.
You can be a totally happy weirdo in the future for sure. I'm autistic as well, diagnosed as an adult. It might take you longer to find something you don't mind doing for work, or to form lasting friendships, but it's totally possible.
As a fellow homestead owner I agree. There is no god. I was driving a goose to the emergency vet when she died in my passenger seat. It wasn't...peaceful. Also have a large graveyard. Life is too short sometimes.
For context I am almost 40 year old women. Okay, so I like to watch gaming videos on youtube. Markipler, Let's Game it Out, CallmeKevin, RT game, Dunkey, y'know moslty geared towards kids, young adult gaming content. I never do this unless I am home alone because I don't think anyone would get why I'm watching an adult man play a wrestling game with his bright red, 20 foot tall wrestler named Johnny Hotbody.
My uncle repaired airplanes for a living. I have never flown as an adult and I hopefully never will. Somethings I just can't unlearn. When he first started things were great, but by the time he retired it was a shitshow of cutting corners on replacement parts and who knows what else.
The loophole for my local amish is they can use it, but not own it. Which sounds great until they're clogging up the parking at the Scratch N Dent with their bosses tractor.
Right!? I was sick for two weeks each time. I couldn't have taken anymore time off. Deep down I knew I probably shouldn't have been working during the worst of the fog but I needed the money.
I swear to fucking god the next white dude who tries to play Devil's Advocate with me is getting throwen out the window.