Forum noob here, but not new to depression. Nearly 40 female, adult
diagnosed aspie, outcast even among my own people. Unemployable but
unable to get DSP or NDIS. Each fortnight I get to choose between eating
well and having no fun in my life, or eat...
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Forum noob here, but not new to depression. Nearly 40 female, adult
diagnosed aspie, outcast even among my own people. Unemployable but
unable to get DSP or NDIS. Each fortnight I get to choose between eating
well and having no fun in my life, or eating cardboard and doing cool
things. Nearly all my many past relationships ended because I got left
behind or forgotten, to the point where I no longer have faith that I'm
wanted by anyone. My confidence in my own worthlessness combined with
near constant life stress means I have zero ability to tolerate stress
or regulate my emotions. Frequently not being listened to led to a form
of selective mutism, so even just typing this is a supreme act of will.
Part time identity issues from a lifetime of camoflaging. Many previous
attempts at psych have failed. Currently learning old life lessons all
over again because apparently I let my guard down. I fell in love with
an amazing man who gave me everything I wanted, we had two glorious
months before it all went to hell. I became homeless at the same time as
his housemate forced an emergency move on him. He ended up in the worst
of shared rentals while I couch surfed. Covid happened, and we have
pretty much been struggling to catch up for a year now. I managed to
find a place with a well meaning but lazy housemate, where I'm pretty
much the non willing caretaker figure. I happily volunteered to help
partner hide some very expensive stuff from his alcoholic housemate, but
after recent nearby floods I won't be doing so again. Long story short,
his unreasonable demands would have left both me and my space damaged
for no reason. I almost injured myself doing pointless tasks to reassure
him, but nothing I or the experts said/did would ever be enough. Even
after the floods are over, he still thinks that I put his life savings
in danger. This isn't the first time communication failed, but we got
help and I thought we were doing so well. He has agreed to see the
counsellor again but thats ten days away. I love the bits out of him and
hope we can get back what we lost. I have given him so much patience and
support because of our circumstances, including the lack of sex life,
despite it wreaking havoc on my headspace. My trust is in tatters again
and the fortress walls are getting bigger. I can't talk to anyone I
know.