JMcCauley
Member
I know we all do it, as aspies we construct this NT suit that convincingly fills the gaps between Asperger's and normalcy. Mine is so huge it has, to some extent, become fused with my real self so it's hard to tell what's real and what's fake.
I function as almost completely NT, and no one who I ever met before my current psychiatrist ever had a clue that I wasn't normal.
But I feel like I'm going to fall apart more and more all the time. On the inside I'm cripplingly depressed, I am overloaded by everything all the time, I feel like I can't communicate with anyone, and I just want to lay in bed and die. Every day though, I get up and pretend I can
cope, I talk to my wife about whatever and listen to her talk about whatever, and I just want to cry, I think, though I've never really cried before. I sit there making facial expressions and moving my body around and exhausting
amount just to appear normal. I eat things I'm not crazy about, sleep when I don't want to. I pretend I can understand whatever the hell people are saying with all their gestures and idioms and whatever else.
On the inside I feel like a lost child, caught up in some game I don't know how to play. I don't even know what's me anymore and what's just part if my facade.
I sit here alone, when I NEVER want to be alone, and wonder if I'll ever be allowed to stop faking it. If I'll ever be allowed to just exist.
I function as almost completely NT, and no one who I ever met before my current psychiatrist ever had a clue that I wasn't normal.
But I feel like I'm going to fall apart more and more all the time. On the inside I'm cripplingly depressed, I am overloaded by everything all the time, I feel like I can't communicate with anyone, and I just want to lay in bed and die. Every day though, I get up and pretend I can
cope, I talk to my wife about whatever and listen to her talk about whatever, and I just want to cry, I think, though I've never really cried before. I sit there making facial expressions and moving my body around and exhausting
amount just to appear normal. I eat things I'm not crazy about, sleep when I don't want to. I pretend I can understand whatever the hell people are saying with all their gestures and idioms and whatever else.
On the inside I feel like a lost child, caught up in some game I don't know how to play. I don't even know what's me anymore and what's just part if my facade.
I sit here alone, when I NEVER want to be alone, and wonder if I'll ever be allowed to stop faking it. If I'll ever be allowed to just exist.