"There's some sort of deficiency in me that can be fixed with mental effort". What can I say? Just spot on. She's eloquent - a touch maudlin, but that's the age I guess.
Also: "It's like the population of a small country have been trying to contort themselves into a shape that they never could have possibly made, and they're doing it quietly, so as not to to inconvenience anyone with their suffering. Certain it's their fault for not understanding. Feeling like there's some distinct lack in them that could be repaired if only they tried harder."
And as a man, so having lived this as a man, I can't help but wonder if the terrible suicide rate amongst men might relate to undiagnosed, middle aged folks who have failed to become the emotionally available, NT model that is required and get labelled as unreconstructed dinosaurs. The guys with their sheds, who fiddle with the car engine, who have train sets, who struggle to process emotions, who always try to solve problems when their partner want to talk. Here's hoping that with the extra information and identification we can avoid the sadness and mental pressure Savannah describes.
Thanks for the link.