FrostFern
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I’ll apologize in advance for the longwinded nature of this post. My thoughts/ideas always seem simple and streamlined in their encapsulated form within my mind but the process of converting them into words is always arduous for me.
I was wondering if people here can relate to my experiences or if they have a different experience if they can explain it to me and provide some insight. First I’d like everyone to know that besides being an INTP with a very strong introversion tendency, I’ve also been diagnosed as being on the autism spectrum (though I’m on the very mild side). I’ve been thinking of also posting this on an aspergers/autism forum but thought I would get the widest variety of responses on here. The main conundrum I’ve been having is distinguishing which of my social issues are related to autism and which are related to being an INTP as I seem to strongly identify with a subset of both groups. I’ve also been suffering immensely off and on with clinical depression / dysthymia for most of my adult life and the thought of suicide has been on my mind often. I guess my main aim in posting this is to learn about myself and hopefully learn how I can find a way to bring joy back into my life and feel content to continue living.
Some other background information: For most of my life I’ve been studying to be a scientist. I’m currently a graduate student working on my Masters degree (actually I’m close to finished). I originally intended to get a PhD but in the midst of my depression I became bored with my research and suffered severe burnout. I have a bit of trouble accurately describing the troubles I have. When I compare myself to other people I often see myself as lazy, but it’s an unusual type of laziness, born more out of boredom/ennui than anything. Yet, whenever something comes along that sparks something deep inside me I can produce five times the amount of work within a given timetable as the average person. It’s as though I have a motivational dial that’s set to binary while the average person’s is set to analog. I’m either on or off, nothing in between. When I lose interest I fail to perform. It’s also something that’s incredibly difficult will myself through as I can almost physically feel my brain slowing down and losing its sharpness/focus. My learning/thinking style has always been very emotional/visceral and it’s near impossible to go through the motions when I lose interest.
Anyways, recently I’ve had a mental breakdown of sorts, or perhaps it wasn’t really a breakdown but merely the tipping point reached after a long period where I was slowly losing momentum. I’m currently on a leave of absence and I’m back to living with my parents. I’ve found that when I’m living alone it’s always a major struggle to keep doing all the normal mundane tasks of living, going to the store, cooking, taking care of the house, bills, paperwork. I always feel overwhelmed, not because any of it is difficult, but because I have so little drive in me to do anything even mildly dull or unpleasant. When I can’t find my spark I feel like I can’t do anything. Right now my parents are taking care of almost everything for me and it feels awful. Suicide has been a constant thought not far in the back of my mind. I’ve been experimenting with a multitude of antidepressants but so far I haven’t felt the slightest benefit from any of them.
As of now my life is on hold and I’m just trying to figure out how I can possibly make things work for me so I don’t have to continue on this way. So far I’ve come to the tentative conclusion that what I lack that others possess is balance. I realize that other people don’t find the majority of their daily activities meaningful or rewarding but they seem to be able to make themselves push on anyways. Other people just seem more multi-faceted in the ways in which they derive their sense of purpose, ways which are difficult for me to understand as an extreme introvert. They seem to find purpose and meaning in the image/identity they project to others. They see all the little parts of their lives, parts that seem mundane and meaningless on their own, as contributing to a bigger picture. They also have motivational fallbacks they can rely on and these mostly involve socialization.
Actually it’s the social aspect of existence that I have the most difficulty comprehending. All through my life I’ve been worn down by an increasing sense of alienation. Everywhere I go people just seem incomprehensibly uninteresting to me and it’s one of those obstacles I just can’t seem to get past. I can tell myself that I just need to change my perspective and learn to appreciate people, but this just leads to increasing guilt as I realize how difficult it is to relate to people and I feel like I must be an insufferably cold and arrogant person, though deep down I don’t feel arrogant at all... in fact I feel mostly envious. In all honesty I really wish I could enjoy the trivial chit-chat that 99 percent of all real-life conversation seems to consist of.
When I’m in social settings I just get the sense that there’s a visceral element that’s missing in me. If the topic of conversation doesn’t interest me my mind feels sluggish and it takes an extraordinary effort to come up with anything to say. I notice that other people smile and mirror each other’s facial expressions and seem to laugh at jokes in concert, as if they’re programmed robots, usually to lame stuff that’s not funny at all to me. For me I feel as if I’m not getting any kind of visceral emotional feedback from the interaction. Everything I do is an act with my sole motivation being the need to make sure I’m at least perceived as interested/engaged. When all my energy is focused on how I need to be perceived it’s impossible to be truly spontaneous and engaged, as the emotional element / positive vibes are missing.
Anyways, now I’m not quite sure where I’m headed with this. God I suck at stream-of-consciousness writing. I think by sharing all these problems I’m not really looking for simple solutions as much as I’m just trying to break out of my shell a little, get some of these thoughts out of my head. My depression’s been so bad lately that I don’t have any hobbies or interests that appeal to me, which of course makes it even harder to talk to people. I need to find some way to cut through all the boredom and emptiness and isolation I’m experiencing right now. Motivation is the missing ingredient. Right now finding it is a bit like starting a fire on a barren tundra, you have to carefully nurture the tiniest of flames while the smallest puff of wind can just as easily snuff the whole thing out.
I was wondering if people here can relate to my experiences or if they have a different experience if they can explain it to me and provide some insight. First I’d like everyone to know that besides being an INTP with a very strong introversion tendency, I’ve also been diagnosed as being on the autism spectrum (though I’m on the very mild side). I’ve been thinking of also posting this on an aspergers/autism forum but thought I would get the widest variety of responses on here. The main conundrum I’ve been having is distinguishing which of my social issues are related to autism and which are related to being an INTP as I seem to strongly identify with a subset of both groups. I’ve also been suffering immensely off and on with clinical depression / dysthymia for most of my adult life and the thought of suicide has been on my mind often. I guess my main aim in posting this is to learn about myself and hopefully learn how I can find a way to bring joy back into my life and feel content to continue living.
Some other background information: For most of my life I’ve been studying to be a scientist. I’m currently a graduate student working on my Masters degree (actually I’m close to finished). I originally intended to get a PhD but in the midst of my depression I became bored with my research and suffered severe burnout. I have a bit of trouble accurately describing the troubles I have. When I compare myself to other people I often see myself as lazy, but it’s an unusual type of laziness, born more out of boredom/ennui than anything. Yet, whenever something comes along that sparks something deep inside me I can produce five times the amount of work within a given timetable as the average person. It’s as though I have a motivational dial that’s set to binary while the average person’s is set to analog. I’m either on or off, nothing in between. When I lose interest I fail to perform. It’s also something that’s incredibly difficult will myself through as I can almost physically feel my brain slowing down and losing its sharpness/focus. My learning/thinking style has always been very emotional/visceral and it’s near impossible to go through the motions when I lose interest.
Anyways, recently I’ve had a mental breakdown of sorts, or perhaps it wasn’t really a breakdown but merely the tipping point reached after a long period where I was slowly losing momentum. I’m currently on a leave of absence and I’m back to living with my parents. I’ve found that when I’m living alone it’s always a major struggle to keep doing all the normal mundane tasks of living, going to the store, cooking, taking care of the house, bills, paperwork. I always feel overwhelmed, not because any of it is difficult, but because I have so little drive in me to do anything even mildly dull or unpleasant. When I can’t find my spark I feel like I can’t do anything. Right now my parents are taking care of almost everything for me and it feels awful. Suicide has been a constant thought not far in the back of my mind. I’ve been experimenting with a multitude of antidepressants but so far I haven’t felt the slightest benefit from any of them.
As of now my life is on hold and I’m just trying to figure out how I can possibly make things work for me so I don’t have to continue on this way. So far I’ve come to the tentative conclusion that what I lack that others possess is balance. I realize that other people don’t find the majority of their daily activities meaningful or rewarding but they seem to be able to make themselves push on anyways. Other people just seem more multi-faceted in the ways in which they derive their sense of purpose, ways which are difficult for me to understand as an extreme introvert. They seem to find purpose and meaning in the image/identity they project to others. They see all the little parts of their lives, parts that seem mundane and meaningless on their own, as contributing to a bigger picture. They also have motivational fallbacks they can rely on and these mostly involve socialization.
Actually it’s the social aspect of existence that I have the most difficulty comprehending. All through my life I’ve been worn down by an increasing sense of alienation. Everywhere I go people just seem incomprehensibly uninteresting to me and it’s one of those obstacles I just can’t seem to get past. I can tell myself that I just need to change my perspective and learn to appreciate people, but this just leads to increasing guilt as I realize how difficult it is to relate to people and I feel like I must be an insufferably cold and arrogant person, though deep down I don’t feel arrogant at all... in fact I feel mostly envious. In all honesty I really wish I could enjoy the trivial chit-chat that 99 percent of all real-life conversation seems to consist of.
When I’m in social settings I just get the sense that there’s a visceral element that’s missing in me. If the topic of conversation doesn’t interest me my mind feels sluggish and it takes an extraordinary effort to come up with anything to say. I notice that other people smile and mirror each other’s facial expressions and seem to laugh at jokes in concert, as if they’re programmed robots, usually to lame stuff that’s not funny at all to me. For me I feel as if I’m not getting any kind of visceral emotional feedback from the interaction. Everything I do is an act with my sole motivation being the need to make sure I’m at least perceived as interested/engaged. When all my energy is focused on how I need to be perceived it’s impossible to be truly spontaneous and engaged, as the emotional element / positive vibes are missing.
Anyways, now I’m not quite sure where I’m headed with this. God I suck at stream-of-consciousness writing. I think by sharing all these problems I’m not really looking for simple solutions as much as I’m just trying to break out of my shell a little, get some of these thoughts out of my head. My depression’s been so bad lately that I don’t have any hobbies or interests that appeal to me, which of course makes it even harder to talk to people. I need to find some way to cut through all the boredom and emptiness and isolation I’m experiencing right now. Motivation is the missing ingredient. Right now finding it is a bit like starting a fire on a barren tundra, you have to carefully nurture the tiniest of flames while the smallest puff of wind can just as easily snuff the whole thing out.