It could be just neurosis... not psychosis. Maybe it's just feeling distant from being able to love and be loved, to touch and be touched. Even if it is psychosis, whose cliff I know, there's still a lot of hope---though it might not be exactly as they say, "Between a valley and a mountain, there is a fountain." But I do see the wings of this submerged lovely rail still.
I know that, at this point, running dry of emotions isn't cured by 'shedding the clothing' (as in 'just be yourself'). You want to emotionally feel Reality for yourself, which constitutes a fuller part of being yourself (rather than just being bland). You'd like to fully utilize your intellect and your taste of the Real and the Mysterious. You'd like to Be. You'd like to stand next to the Ocean and still exist (instead of just being annihilated, especially at such a young psycho-developmental age), befriending the fierce tides and seething ebbs. And, I'm sure, due to some mysterious courtesy, you'd like to swim and feel the Unity of the Ocean---and the Sky---too.
I don't mind dying in pain and dentures, at this age of mine. I've long been a wakeful eye of the abyss of existence. I'd love to sleep eternally and be no more. But, I did mind it when I was your age: I still had a lot to do for myself, as an 'artist' ('painter'), not necessarily for others, as our 'families' and 'friends' like to insist. I alone am my dream, a conscious one, like a certain nocturnal carnation. And if I am not the sun, then at least---this I know---I'm a nocturnal dawn.
We both have shadows that do not depart with us ever, Em (at least apparently). It's an arid, desertful world of instant darkness. A world of frosts, too, where the night fills itself so mercilessly, and we do feel that, which for most Aspies is often 'untimely'. How can we not, when we are naked and authentic in the first place?
But, we're also capable of rising, like the sun. Shadows can't do that. We have Existence behind the hills.
I'm sure with genuine (perhaps secretive) love, care, and trust (as in 'give and forgive'), and with a lot of sudden surprise, you'll be able to lift both the seed and the tree from taking root and growing in the void.
No, I'm not 'taking this too seriously' (nor am I trying to change you!), I just care about winter plumage :lol:. Hug.