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I have probably solidified myself as the "Attention Whore of INTPf" since I realized I post a lot of threads on here that are pointless. Though shit has been bugging me. I did try posting on a suicide forum. I signed up, confirmed the email link, and my account didn't even get accepted, I assume, since I couldn't log in after a week. I posted on the SuicideWatch subreddit, and I got no replies. Then I remembered I've got some good advice here in the past, and you all are rather objective and can have out-of-the box viewpoints. So I'm posting here, looking for some insightful input. (Though, I'm probably not INTP.)
This all might sound stupid, but I've come to a realization over the past month or two that has pieced itself together. Bad timing, because I'm trying to get the basic components of my life together right now, and with these thoughts roaming around in my head, of course I get distracted. Because I have to analyze them, and let them sink in. This realization stems from a part of myself that is purely metaphysical and cannot change. This realization could lead to putting myself in danger.
I do NOT have a strict suicide plan in place right now. It is not meticulous. Nor will I likely act out on impulse when in a very depressive phase. I do have a huge dilemma here and very negative feelings about it, and if I come to a conclusion that I just cannot get to a point where I never am confident enough in myself (which is probably the biggest contributor to my success) and feel like I just don't want anything to do with life anymore because of my certainty that this dilemma is impairing me enough to reach my goals, I'm done. I may very well end my life. You could say "Oh, you can just search for new goals!" Well, that's not fucking easy when your feelings are attached to your goals that were spawned by themselves, your feelings. I can't change my feelings. I've tried, but they always persist, or pop back up. Therefore, my goals persist, no matter how much I suppress them. In that case, a part of me will always feel empty. That probably equals: unhappiness, dissatisfaction, confusion, not feeling like I am remaining true to myself or who I want to be, frustration, 'faking it' and forcing myself to put on a mask and suit that does not manifest authentically, which in itself, leads to being unable to fullfill the goals I could give a rats ass about, etc. Some life that would be, huh. Oh it's cool, I'll just associate myself with other shit just for the sake of living, even though I'm not associating myself with what I WANT TO BE DOING IN THE LONG RUN and I KNOW I'M UNABLE TO!!! That sure works for an existential nihilist! The list goes on. (short version: feelings fucking suck, dude!)
(long version) The dilemma: Asperger's Syndrome, or mild Autism Spectrum Disorder as it is called now. I was diagnosed with this when I was five years old due to multiple sensory, emotional, and behavioral issues I was experiencing which ultimately made me somewhat dysfunctional, enough to be placed into special education. Then, after several mood fluctuations, fond childhood memories, a fucked up situation where my father became a deadbeat and got addicted to pills while abusing myself and my family, homelessness, living with a stranger in his home for 3 years, missing school for those three years because of all of that bullshit, and post-bullshit failing to catch up on schoolwork whilst battling depression, anxiety, near-agoraphobia and paranoia, while graduating this past summer feeling like I accomplished nothing, I started reflecting on my past. During this period of say, 6 or 7 years, I observed a lot of social patterns (mainly via the internet) with (I think) mostly unconscious effort. I became consciously aware of the fact that I did have a personality, and I should manipulate it as best as I should. I don't remember ever having to consciously train myself to notice or pay attention to facial expressions, body language, or gestures - one day, I think it just clicked. Long story short, I feel like recognizing social patterns have come naturally, in ways that an "aspie" may have trouble with. I mentioned that I was dXed with it a couple of times but was unsure, and people (that actually knew about it) didn't think I exhibited an Aspie flair. One person, who knew many "aspies" personally was so confident I didn't have it, he seemed to think I was utterly crazy for even thinking I did. So this boosted my confidence in favor of me maybe not being a fucking "aspie" after all. Maybe my fucked up childhood behavior was due to a combination of emotional distress, anxiety, strong ADHD, or even OCD?
At this point I've decided to consult multiple psychiatrists and psychologists, even get an MRI, do anything I can to determine that I certainly do not have this disorder. (I haven't yet.) I started gathering information, talking about past childhood symptoms with my mother, even asking my school district for past reports from my childhood. The more information I got the less hope I had. More and more symptoms were in line with or somehow linked to AS, as mild as they were, and other disorders I had co-morbid like ADHD, anxiety, and possibly others might not be able to explain a couple of these. Oh yeah, I also learned that my original diagnosis, as a child, came from THE FUCKING DUDE WHO FOUNDED THE CENTER FOR AUTISM way back in the 1950s. I guess there's always room for error, but that shortens my odds by a pretty good margin!
Then I started getting really disturbing thoughts, getting more severe the more I found out. Depression amped up. Couldn't concentrate on anything but this problem and my feelings. Soon I started imagining all of the different ways I would commit suicide. In front of people, family. Blowing myself up. Running myself in front of a car. Whatever. I even went around in my head when depressed thinking in words "I'm definitely thinking about committing suicide" here and there. I can't look at myself in the mirror without flipping myself off, or verbalizing self sabotaging thoughts. "You're a worthless faggot! You got nothing, might as well kill yourself now! You're ugly, no desirable girl would want you!" You name it.
The main reasons why I'm considering killing myself, if I turn out to be autistic, are: as a PDD (pervasive developmental disorder) this is my brain. I can't fix, or cure my brain. I can't cure a part of myself. Furthermore, I have to cope with my brain, a part of myself. Do you realize how fucking depressing that sounds? There's a good chance my brain will end up causing most, if not, ALL of my problems in life, and I don't want to know that a genetic part of my body, something out of my control, is the root of them all. Another big reason is an abstract impression I have gotten of Autism in general, from numerous observations IRL and on the internet, converted into perceptions and standards, a feeling, something intangible that I cannot shake no matter how much more insight I acquire on the phenomena. If I'm autistic, I become a part of this complex perception I have of autism, and those standards will hold true to me, to an extent. And that will take a huge toll on my self esteem, confidence, and myself. As I said before, confidence and healthy self esteem will play a big role in achievement of my goals and overall success in life. Goals are very important to me. One of these goals is very subjectively focused on the external world, to the point where it is out of my total control of the outcome. This particular goal is stereotypically near-impossible for the average "aspie" to accomplish, and empirically, I'd guess it's a hellhole for them to achieve as well. Other goals require social skills to an extent as well. I REHASH: As an existential nihilist, if I cannot achieve my goals, there is no fucking point to my life at all. Combined with the other two reasons, and experiencing more problems in life to which I am sure my autism is causing, I just cannot go on. I know that will heighten my anxiety and depressive symptoms, and I can't live most of my life dealing with that, without the positive desirable components in my life/in myself.
I mean, I can still function, sorta. I can even distract myself from this with certain things. But it's undoubtedly the theme of my life right now. I can't shake this until I've determined I'm autistic or not. This is also really interfering with certain small goals I am trying to accomplish at the moment which are crucial and possibly hit-or-miss. I haven't told anyone IRL prior to publishing this.
So, is this intense? Like the title suggests, I want to know if this is something to actually take seriously, even though I could be just entertaining all of this. Could it be a sign of major clinical depression/clinical paranoia/other shit???
(I don't know where else to post this, so I'm tossing it in the Lounge)
This all might sound stupid, but I've come to a realization over the past month or two that has pieced itself together. Bad timing, because I'm trying to get the basic components of my life together right now, and with these thoughts roaming around in my head, of course I get distracted. Because I have to analyze them, and let them sink in. This realization stems from a part of myself that is purely metaphysical and cannot change. This realization could lead to putting myself in danger.
I do NOT have a strict suicide plan in place right now. It is not meticulous. Nor will I likely act out on impulse when in a very depressive phase. I do have a huge dilemma here and very negative feelings about it, and if I come to a conclusion that I just cannot get to a point where I never am confident enough in myself (which is probably the biggest contributor to my success) and feel like I just don't want anything to do with life anymore because of my certainty that this dilemma is impairing me enough to reach my goals, I'm done. I may very well end my life. You could say "Oh, you can just search for new goals!" Well, that's not fucking easy when your feelings are attached to your goals that were spawned by themselves, your feelings. I can't change my feelings. I've tried, but they always persist, or pop back up. Therefore, my goals persist, no matter how much I suppress them. In that case, a part of me will always feel empty. That probably equals: unhappiness, dissatisfaction, confusion, not feeling like I am remaining true to myself or who I want to be, frustration, 'faking it' and forcing myself to put on a mask and suit that does not manifest authentically, which in itself, leads to being unable to fullfill the goals I could give a rats ass about, etc. Some life that would be, huh. Oh it's cool, I'll just associate myself with other shit just for the sake of living, even though I'm not associating myself with what I WANT TO BE DOING IN THE LONG RUN and I KNOW I'M UNABLE TO!!! That sure works for an existential nihilist! The list goes on. (short version: feelings fucking suck, dude!)
(long version) The dilemma: Asperger's Syndrome, or mild Autism Spectrum Disorder as it is called now. I was diagnosed with this when I was five years old due to multiple sensory, emotional, and behavioral issues I was experiencing which ultimately made me somewhat dysfunctional, enough to be placed into special education. Then, after several mood fluctuations, fond childhood memories, a fucked up situation where my father became a deadbeat and got addicted to pills while abusing myself and my family, homelessness, living with a stranger in his home for 3 years, missing school for those three years because of all of that bullshit, and post-bullshit failing to catch up on schoolwork whilst battling depression, anxiety, near-agoraphobia and paranoia, while graduating this past summer feeling like I accomplished nothing, I started reflecting on my past. During this period of say, 6 or 7 years, I observed a lot of social patterns (mainly via the internet) with (I think) mostly unconscious effort. I became consciously aware of the fact that I did have a personality, and I should manipulate it as best as I should. I don't remember ever having to consciously train myself to notice or pay attention to facial expressions, body language, or gestures - one day, I think it just clicked. Long story short, I feel like recognizing social patterns have come naturally, in ways that an "aspie" may have trouble with. I mentioned that I was dXed with it a couple of times but was unsure, and people (that actually knew about it) didn't think I exhibited an Aspie flair. One person, who knew many "aspies" personally was so confident I didn't have it, he seemed to think I was utterly crazy for even thinking I did. So this boosted my confidence in favor of me maybe not being a fucking "aspie" after all. Maybe my fucked up childhood behavior was due to a combination of emotional distress, anxiety, strong ADHD, or even OCD?
At this point I've decided to consult multiple psychiatrists and psychologists, even get an MRI, do anything I can to determine that I certainly do not have this disorder. (I haven't yet.) I started gathering information, talking about past childhood symptoms with my mother, even asking my school district for past reports from my childhood. The more information I got the less hope I had. More and more symptoms were in line with or somehow linked to AS, as mild as they were, and other disorders I had co-morbid like ADHD, anxiety, and possibly others might not be able to explain a couple of these. Oh yeah, I also learned that my original diagnosis, as a child, came from THE FUCKING DUDE WHO FOUNDED THE CENTER FOR AUTISM way back in the 1950s. I guess there's always room for error, but that shortens my odds by a pretty good margin!
Then I started getting really disturbing thoughts, getting more severe the more I found out. Depression amped up. Couldn't concentrate on anything but this problem and my feelings. Soon I started imagining all of the different ways I would commit suicide. In front of people, family. Blowing myself up. Running myself in front of a car. Whatever. I even went around in my head when depressed thinking in words "I'm definitely thinking about committing suicide" here and there. I can't look at myself in the mirror without flipping myself off, or verbalizing self sabotaging thoughts. "You're a worthless faggot! You got nothing, might as well kill yourself now! You're ugly, no desirable girl would want you!" You name it.
The main reasons why I'm considering killing myself, if I turn out to be autistic, are: as a PDD (pervasive developmental disorder) this is my brain. I can't fix, or cure my brain. I can't cure a part of myself. Furthermore, I have to cope with my brain, a part of myself. Do you realize how fucking depressing that sounds? There's a good chance my brain will end up causing most, if not, ALL of my problems in life, and I don't want to know that a genetic part of my body, something out of my control, is the root of them all. Another big reason is an abstract impression I have gotten of Autism in general, from numerous observations IRL and on the internet, converted into perceptions and standards, a feeling, something intangible that I cannot shake no matter how much more insight I acquire on the phenomena. If I'm autistic, I become a part of this complex perception I have of autism, and those standards will hold true to me, to an extent. And that will take a huge toll on my self esteem, confidence, and myself. As I said before, confidence and healthy self esteem will play a big role in achievement of my goals and overall success in life. Goals are very important to me. One of these goals is very subjectively focused on the external world, to the point where it is out of my total control of the outcome. This particular goal is stereotypically near-impossible for the average "aspie" to accomplish, and empirically, I'd guess it's a hellhole for them to achieve as well. Other goals require social skills to an extent as well. I REHASH: As an existential nihilist, if I cannot achieve my goals, there is no fucking point to my life at all. Combined with the other two reasons, and experiencing more problems in life to which I am sure my autism is causing, I just cannot go on. I know that will heighten my anxiety and depressive symptoms, and I can't live most of my life dealing with that, without the positive desirable components in my life/in myself.
I mean, I can still function, sorta. I can even distract myself from this with certain things. But it's undoubtedly the theme of my life right now. I can't shake this until I've determined I'm autistic or not. This is also really interfering with certain small goals I am trying to accomplish at the moment which are crucial and possibly hit-or-miss. I haven't told anyone IRL prior to publishing this.
So, is this intense? Like the title suggests, I want to know if this is something to actually take seriously, even though I could be just entertaining all of this. Could it be a sign of major clinical depression/clinical paranoia/other shit???
(I don't know where else to post this, so I'm tossing it in the Lounge)