Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

I can't stand all the changes happening at work these days!!! Like seriously??? It's been such an AWFUL time recently with all this AI stuff suddenly taking over everything!! Why can't things just be like they used to be? Everything gets so complicated and confusing now. Honestly, it's making my job feel like a never-ending nightmare. I'm supposed to adapt and learn all these new systems and tools but who has the time or energy for that?!

It seems like every day there's something new implemented. There's no time to breathe or catch up before we're thrown into another new process that 'improves efficiency' (or so they say). I don't believe it half the time; These changes seem to make things more difficult rather than easier! The whole ecosystem is shaken by this synthetic intelligence invasion!!! Every protocol we followed changed overnight, and it's frustrating trying to keep up with pace of development now required of us in our roles.

Work used to be straightforward! We knew what was expected of us: log in, complete tasks and clock out... Now, we're inundated with training modules!!! Honestly, how many learning sessions does one person need? It feels like a massive overload of information even before starting proper operations for a client task. We are bombarded by updates on algorithms which are supposed to replace manual reporting methods. As if being human wasn't enough anymore!

Sure, I understand technology is good but there needs balance!!! Implementing everything simultaneously?? Surely that's not strategic planning I'm seeing... Maybe if they'd give us adequate support I'd be more open-minded towards accepting it - explaining rather than just imposing would go lengths. Every discussion leads nowhere except further entrenched gridlock when queried about compatibility issues mounting outta nowhere.

Change maybe inevitable but can we slow down? Let people adjust rather than pushing them overboard when not ready mentally nor professionally match yet demanded standards determined overnight sharpened skills checklist involved???? Being optimistic aside reality checks needed ensuring realistic pacing while apprenticing newer methodologies working past resilient experience held previously integral!! I guess ultimately adapt level heading cautiously contrive progression sustain...

as someone not noticed but hidden by everyone else. obsessing over everything seen , staring at someone wondering if there judging u or making rude comments in their head , chasing you around and hunting until found. the confidence you once had has now ran out like money. although u cant buy it back. legs bouncing , hitting the desks , not being abled to focus on ur school work . failing at everything because something or someone is constantly looking at u. the screams of people behind haunt ur back as ur ears scratch when hearing everyone talk . maybe even about you. when grouping together you fill invisible and not seen. the people u were friends with before now hate you. everyone there makes fun of u. its torture for ur brain, do u tell anyone..? no. its like being trapped in a room. to scared to tell ur parents or friends or teachers . people pushing you or whispering about you.. ur minding obsessing over the fact someone is staring at u and talking in ur face almost like its about you. the screams of there chats haunt ur soul . teachers say ur meant to be safe in a school , but what's safe about my life? and the life im living. no one will understand. I feel invisible but everyone else? I see them. all the time. my mind is always unfocused , my future? could be because of me. or others?

sometimes i just wake up feeling like the weight of the whole world is pressing down on me, and it feels like i can’t catch a break from it all. i’m 28, and i guess i’ve reached that point where everything in life seems heavy; the bills, the job that never gives me peace of mind, and the constant pressure to be more, to do better. even though i try to keep my head up and push through, it feels like every step forward pulls me two steps back. i look at myself and wonder if i’m really doing what i was meant to do, if this struggle is supposed to be my reality. i mean, why should i keep going, right? but then, there’s this tiny spark inside me that whispers maybe it’s worth seeing where it leads, maybe there’s something ahead i haven’t seen yet. sometimes it’s not about the big achievements, but the small wins, like making a stranger smile or finishing a book that lifts me up just a little bit. i wonder if that’s enough to hold onto.

there are days when i sit quietly, sipping my coffee, and the silence feels louder than a crowd, but i still choose to show up for the day; it’s not easy. there are moments where i feel like i’m stuck in an endless loop of trying and failing, trying and failing, and it’s exhausting. but when i look around, when i see the sun peeking through the blinds or hear my neighbor’s dog barking like he’s calling out to me, i remember that there are little things that make life less unbearable. it’s funny how those tiny, seemingly insignificant details can pull me back from the edge of giving up completely. have you ever thought about that? how the smallest thing can spark a feeling of connection, even if just for a second? i’m not saying it fixes everything, but it’s enough to keep me from falling too deep. i try to remind myself that feelings, even the overwhelming ones, come and go; maybe that’s what makes them bearable in the long run.

i guess the real question is, am i willing to keep trying despite it all? it’s easy to think about quitting when the weight feels too heavy, but then i remind myself of the people who care about me, even if i don’t always see it. i think about the future, the chance that maybe one day i’ll look back and realize this was just a rough chapter and not the whole story. do you ever think about that? that maybe the bad days don’t define everything? i know it’s hard to hold onto that idea when everything feels like it’s falling apart, but i’m trying. i’m trying because deep down i believe that tomorrow could be different, that there might be a reason to smile, a reason to breathe deeply and say, “i made it through this day.” maybe that’s why i should keep living, because there’s still a chance for things to change, and i’m curious to see what’s on the other side.

I am sick, and it's so annoying. It's "just" the flu, so of course it's not so bad when you think about others that have it way worse, but I just don't have time to be sick. I can't miss school (like I'm genuinely not allowed to miss more school, I've been sick so much this year), I can't miss practice because we have some tests coming up that will partially determine if I make the big teams this season (very vague, point is that these tests are important) and it's also just really fucking annoying to be sick.

Also, since it's not like a headache-type situation that goes away in a day, it's the flu or something like it. My head, body and joints ache, my nose is running, I'm feverish on/off and I'm coughing and sneezing all the time. And I know I'm gonna feel like this for at least a week because I always do when I get sick like this. But it's not just now I'm getting sick - I got a cold a week or so before Christmas and I swear I haven't been completely fresh since. And yes, I took time off from everything back then, but I just never freaking get over it. And it happens every year; I get sick in November/December and don't completely recover until like March, and in that whole time period it comes back periodically almost like once a month.

Anyways, I'm pretty fkn annoyed by it because now I can't get anything done for the next week because my body aches even just lying still, and once again I don't improve at all in the winter season. And yes, I've called my doctor but they said something along the likes of "oh you have the flu? Like you do every year where you can't get over it? Sounds tough, deal with it"

so, i guess i'm in a bit of a pickle here. i've been dating my boyfriend for quite some time now, but it feels like we're stuck on mute when we're together. whether we're out grabbing a bite or just chilling at home, there's this awkward silence lingering around us. i mean, i'm not asking for a dramatic rom-com montage, but a little conversation wouldn't hurt, right? it feels like i'm sitting across from a ghost sometimes. he’s always glued to his phone, and i'm just left wondering if there's something wrong with us or maybe just me.

i’ve been contemplating on ways to bridge that gap, to actually talk about things that matter or even the little nuisances of daily life. but here's the catch: every time i think about starting a conversation, my mind just draws a blank. like, what do people even talk about with their partners? are there specific topics that are considered safe and engaging, or do you just randomly shoot your shot and hope it lands? it's tricky because i don't want to come off as someone who's nagging or trying too hard, but at the same time, the silence is maddening. 🤔

does anyone else ever feel like they're just stuck in some never-ending loop of comfortable discomfort? i'm trying to be proactive here, considering subjects that might spark an exchange – maybe a hobby, plans for the weekend, work stuff, or even some playful banter. however, the doubt creeps in when i think about whether he’d even reciprocate or if it’d just be me talking to a wall. it’s a delicate situation. is it possible that we’ve just grown too comfortable with each other's silence, or is there a deeper issue at play?

i can't help but wonder if this is normal, you know? like, do all relationships go through this phase of stagnant silence, and do people just get through it by being patient and persistent? or is it a sign that this might not be sustainable in the long term? sometimes, i over-analyze the situation, thinking that maybe i'm overreacting, but then again, isn't communication fundamental? it almost feels like i'm walking on eggshells, just trying to figure out how to make things better without making things awkward.

so, i’ve laid it all out here. i’m seeking advice or insights on how to navigate this without causing unnecessary friction. how do you even start the conversation about not having a conversation? is there a way to break this cycle of silence without it becoming a dramatic ordeal? any tips or personal experiences would be greatly appreciated. i just need to figure out if it’s worth putting in the effort or if i should prepare myself for a different outcome. it's a bit of a conundrum, isn’t it?

I'm working since november in a new job and at first I tought that it would more than the same but now I really like it and I'm really glad to be there. But now I have to travel in february with My family for almost three weeks and I'm kinda sad and guilty because I don't wanna leave this workplace and I know for sure that they're going to fire me. So, I don't know what to say or do... And I can't delay the flight because it was too expensive and my family bought it in october.

i don’t even kno when it got this bad. maybe it was always like this, and i just never really noticed. or maybe it happned so slow that i didn’t even see it comin, like a room gettin darker when the sun sets—you don’t realize how bad it is until ur just sittin there, completely in the dark. but here i am, and the truth is i have no one to talk to. no family, no friends, no one who actually cares whts goin on in my head. i wake up, go to work, do wht i have to do, come home, and thats it. days blend together, weeks go by, and i cant even remember the last time someone asked me how i was doin and actually ment it. at work, it’s just small talk, the same fake smiles, the same empty convos about the weather, weekend plans i dont have, and tv shows i pretend to watch just to have somthing to say. and honestly? i don’t even think they’d notice if i stopped showin up. they’d just replace me, move on, forget i was ever there. that’s the worst part—knowing that i could disappear, and it wouldn’t change a damn thing.

i keep tellin myself to fix it, to reach out, to try harder, but it’s exausting. every time i even think about talkin to someone, my brain convinces me it’s a bad idea. they dont really care. they’ll just think ur pathetic. what do u even have to say that matters? and so, i say nuthing. i sit in silence, drownin in my own thoughts, lettin them eat me alive bc, really, what else am i supposed to do? and the crazy part is, i see people every day. i work around them, i pass them in the street, i hear them laughing in restaurants, talkin on the phone, making plans, livin life. but it’s like i’m on the outside of it all, watchin through glass, completely invisible. i wanna say something, to matter to someone, but i wouldnt even kno where to start. nd after a while, u just stop trying. u stop hoping. u stop expectin anyone to care. and maybe that’s the real problem—not that i have no one to talk to, but that i’ve stopped belivin that will ever change. maybe i already gave up. maybe i never had a chance.

Many years ago, when I was just 18, my life took an unexpected turn. Following the tragic death of our parents in a car accident, my elder sister Lily decided to cut all ties with me. At such a critical time when support was paramount, she chose to leave, citing my immaturity and her desire to explore life without burdens. Left alone, I was forced to juggle multiple jobs while attending college, all without any assistance from her.

Recently, however, fortune smiled on me in an unexpected way. I received a significant inheritance from our maternal grandfather. This windfall has truly been a game changer for me in many ways. However, it also marked the return of Lily into my life. It didn’t take long before she began discussing her financial hardships, subtly suggesting how tough things have been for her.

The newfound interest in rekindling our relationship seemed directly tied to my financial status, which did not sit well with me. I confronted her, making it clear that I had no intention of sharing the inheritance. Her reaction was bitter; she called me selfish and ungrateful, emphasizing the importance of family during such exchanges.

Despite the pressures, I’ve remained firm on my decision. Friends have supported me, understanding the complexity and the hurt from past experiences. However, some relatives argue that forgiveness should lead my actions, which has left me questioning the balance between forgiveness and self-respect.

Imagine this scenario being part of a reality show—the dynamics and decisions around familial bonds and financial clashes broadcasted for all to see. How would the audience react to a confrontation where past abandonment is juxtaposed with sudden claims of familial rights driven by monetary gain? Would they rally in support of standing firm against manipulative reconnections, or would they encourage reconciliation regardless of past grievances?

Regardless, the challenge of navigating such waters is extensive. It prompts a broader conversation about the meaning of family and support, especially when tested by circumstances that involve financial gain or loss.

I've low-key been doing okay but not as okay as I think I should be. I don't know how to come to terms with my morality, it's like I'm either terrified of dying or look forward to it. Looking forward to it means less anxiety but at the same time...it makes life feel like a video game or not all that real. I feel like my peers live life and view it through a human lense, as corny as that sounds, idk how to describe what I've been feeling. Like, whenever I see people's deaths, I don't see it as this sad thing that it used to be in my mind, instead, I see it as them finally resting because I see life as exhausting, work? I don't wanna do that, dreams within social groups? Bleh, thinking about try future? Also ew, just shoot me instead.

There are many ways people live it, life, right now? I've been here, watching people play visual novels video games, I could do that for the rest of my life, I could let it take up a lot of my time and life in general. I enjoy it but there's apart of me that knows I should move forward in my young adult life. I wish I didn't think this deeply and had a normal mind where death, and morality aren't such a huge concept in my mind. I could die any momment but as of rn, I would be okay with that. Am I actually just passively suicidal? I mean I know what that feels like but idk, this feels more like... comforting, I don't wanna keep having this anxiety over something I can't even fucking control so I chose not to and it works, but this also leaves me feeling like what I said early, viewing life as not real. Maybe I just need people I can talk to more.

I'm feeling lost because of the big adult things I'm supposed to be doing. It's complicated, my parents and me. I'm graduating high school this year, people expect me to be excited but I'm homeschooled and like everyone cheated, including me, even when I dont, it's still whatever. So..my dad spent like 700 on my graduation gear, he's low-key rich and also a women beater, he's done many horrible things and would treat you like you shit if you aren't as shitty as he is so I don't feel bad.

My parents are both homophobic and transphobic but my dad is way way worse, he's already called me a sissy and threatened me and thinks I'm a lesbian or bisexual. I mean I am a transguy and gay. My mom's has literal queer friends and thinks like queer family members are misguided and need help, she thinks trauma causes it, ngl she's very sweet about it and not condensing. It's weird tho becuz my parents are supportive in a career and school way, financially(aka Dad's money), they are willing to pay for the school I go to, buy me a car, help me choose this or that, whatever I wanna do or go, I can do that and they'll help me. They're still traditional tho so no "men jobs". My parents have many rulesz, it's like having privileges but it ends at wearing a skull band shirt because it's demonic.

I have no idea on what to do, let's say I just go along with my parents, I take up their offer and go to technical school for whatever, i wouldn't really be able to be myself...like wtf would even be the point of living? My dad would probably take away any funding if he found out. Should I really risk that being a possibility? My plan was just to finish high school, get driver's license soon, get a job. I haven't thought far because I feel this path requires more work as I would probably be on my own, I could not be tho..idk, depends on how my parents react. I wonder if I should come out after getting my job...they would be really negative about it. I don't get how people's parents allow them to just work and not being down their neck asking "okay but what's next? Are you going to school? Are you gonna keep doing this and for how long? You need a plan" The reason I have the job is to have somewhere else to go, so I can come out and not have to deal with any negativity I get from parents, ideal.

Maybe I shouldn't even be trying to do all this on my own, maybe I need help or a support group. It's not like I live in some big city where I have many options for help or anything else I need. I live in the bum fuck no where south, small town but there's a decent amount of diversity here.

Thanks to anyone who reads this, I appreciate you <3 Remember that you are valuable 🖤🩷

hey everyone, i'm feeling all kinds of confused right now and i just want to let it all out 😅 so here goes... i'm 27 and have been dating this amazing guy for about 3 months, everything's been going pretty good, he's really nice and we get along super well. but then we decided to spice things up a bit and had a threesome with my best friend, who happens to be a girl. and now i find myself questioning everything about myself. like, am i actually bisexual? is this just a phase or perhaps something more? 😕 i keep wondering if these feelings are genuine or if they're just intensified because of the newness of the relationship and the experience itself. it's been a real mind trip, honestly.

so i’ve been replaying the whole scenario in my head, like every single detail, trying to figure out what i really felt and why. i realized that during the whole thing, i was just as into her as i was into him, and it was a strange realization to have. it didn't freak me out or anything (thank goodness), but now i'm left unsure about my feelings and it's a bit overwhelming. i mean, i’ve never had any kind of romantic or sexual attraction to women before this, or at least i thought i didn't 😕 but maybe it just took the right circumstances for me to feel this way; like maybe being with someone i trust, my best friend, gave me the freedom to explore these feelings without fear or judgment. idk, i kind of feel guilty about it all too, like i'm betraying my boyfriend or something, even though he's been totally cool with it. the question really is, what does this mean for me? am i just discovering something new about myself or is it a temporary thing? 🤔

i guess the cool thing is, i’m not freaking out about it or anything, more like curious and hopeful about the future. like, maybe it's something that could add an exciting new layer to my life and relationships? who knows! and my best friend and i have been super open with each other about everything, which has helped a lot. we’ve had so many deep convos since, and she's been really understanding and supportive 💕 the whole thing's actually brought us closer, so at least there’s that silver lining. but this leads to another question in my mind, like how will this affect my current relationship with my bf? i mean, i just don’t want to complicate things or hurt anyone involved. maybe it's all up in my head and i'm making it a bigger deal than it is, who knows. anyway, i’m just aiming to sort through these feelings and see where they lead me, no rush, just taking things one day at a time. if anyone's been through something similar, i’d definitely love to hear from you! 🤗 thanks for letting me get this off my chest!

I’m a 13 year old gay boy and my whole family is homophobic and I am scared and this has kept me up for many nights the thing that scares me is mostly what I’m gonna do when I’m an adult I do love my family but what about when they find out I’m gay and I’m an adult will my family never talk to me or will I just marry a woman for them to be happy it’s terrifying I don’t know who to talk to so this is my last resort somebody please help me

Where do I look? I don't know where to look. I confess that I have a hard time looking at myself much. I have so many things scattered throughout my life that I don't know. I confess, and I must be clear, that I've completely abandoned my life. It's true; I feel like I know nothing about myself, absolutely nothing. I don't know what conditions I live in. I feel like I'm constantly carrying all that weight. I have a hard time looking at myself. I feel like it's strange for me.

In principle, what does it mean to look at myself? I don't know. I haven't asked myself how I am for a while. I just follow a vague routine and that's it. I don't know about my life. I've never asked myself how I am with my relationships. I feel like I've neglected that because I don't nurture them; I think that's why I don't possess them, unless they really catch my attention. What is it like to look at yourself? How is everything structured? Where do I start? What does it mean to be with yourself?

I have a hard time looking inside myself because, even though I don't know, I don't know why there are so many things. I feel a sovereign distaste for such a depth. It bothers me that I can't tap into it immediately. What questions do I ask myself first? Am I good? Am I bad? Am I this or that? I have no reference to refer to myself. It's scarce. I've always been concerned with measuring myself through others, so that their comments, due to their very content, don't affect me, and that's precisely why I maintain a limiting dependence on them.

I feel like I've never reached myself. I have depth in my words, but I feel like I've never penetrated myself. I feel that, to begin with, it must be said, I'm disgusted by my life because I don't take care of my hygiene. I tend to be lazy with it because of the tiredness it causes me to go through the motions of maintaining it. I dislike it, but at the same time I like it because it allows me to live far from how I lived at home.

I feel like my life is precisely a radical escape from the life I had with my mother and father, especially during my upbringing. I had a very heavy life, and now I try to make it as light as possible, unfortunately, going to extremes, apparently. In fact, I don't even want to have clean clothes. I only live for the sake of no one noticing what's going on. Now that I think about it, the mere idea of ​​living with myself makes me hide.

Also, I feel like I wouldn't live with myself because I feel like I'd point out things about myself, highlight strange things that I don't want anyone else to see, including, apparently, me. I just let myself go and I'm not aware of what I'm doing. Deep down, I feel like I'm bathing in a deep sadness and I play with it. In a way, I feel like I'm overcoming it, challenging it, even though it's there. It's an attitude that wasn't allowed either.

I live to do what my system of rules, with which I was raised, breaks down completely. In fact, I feel like I'm still a teenager, I confess. I dislike it partly because I'm getting bored of being in constant conflict with it. I feel it's time to stop fighting that upbringing. I don't feel like it's doing me any good, and in fact, I feel like it's causing a lot of noise right now.

That is to say, I feel like I have a life, or I've reached a structure, with which I like and dislike. Again, on the terrain of rebellion. I feel like I don't know, I must say, what I really want with my life. I've reached a deep stagnation. When will I get out? I don't know, in principle, what my tastes are. I feel like I haven't fully emerged.

Nothing has come out of that struggle with my belief system yet. It used to be that it brought me tremendous benefit, however, I've reached a point where it's no longer necessary. In fact, in the environments I frequent, it's no longer necessary; rather, it's superfluous. It's become dispensable. I need to know what can emerge from this struggle, a dialectic, as they would say in philosophy.

I've reached the point of reflecting on: Who am I? I swore I had that answer a long time ago, however, I've only explored what I had to say about the things I experience, which has given me the ability to be at this point where I ask myself that question: Who am I? What do I do in this world? What purpose can I serve society? Why do I exist? Why do I spend time with the people I spend time with? Why am I alone and not accompanied? Would I be better off being accompanied than alone? Why is it worth continuing to live? I feel like I have so many questions to answer; I'd never asked myself them, and during my upbringing, they were truly unthinkable.

The one that stands out most to me now is: Why don't I pursue what I love? Right now, I see myself in the worst voices, but they come from voices that aren't mine, but rather my parents', so they aren't guiding. Why do I do what I do? I feel that, essentially, I don't have a reason for what I do, something that gives it meaning. I feel like I live without knowing why I act, what drives me, and I confess, I'm totally unaware of that. I see myself acting, simply, based on maintaining the organic relationship between things without actually going anywhere beyond that.

I think the question that plagues me right now is, and I think it encompasses everything: Where do I have to go? What is that place? What do I have to follow? I find myself without that reference. Why have I allowed myself to go so long without that reference? I don't understand. How have I been able to live without one? Now the question is: Is it a reference? Or is it admitting that no such reference exists? Personally, I think the most important thing is to unburden this area, which, in effect, I think we can talk about as an existential crisis.

My life is a dumb drama. Last year I went travelling with friends. To cut the story short I saw someone staring at me during my connecting flight . I posted about it in another site but the reality is that I don't know the person and also I think he just saw me there. I posted this in another website and these " people" who kept on stalking me assumed they know the person that I am rambling about!? Wtf? Or did I miss some story that I didn't know? Bad news he was with a wife/gf during that flight lol but kept staring at me. I somehow recognize the voice but whatever. Second, I don't get the point of all the stalking and sht when they don't even entry to TALK TO ME. In person. For what? I'm not overthinking at this point. They were watching my network activities since last year which isfcking illegal. For what reason? I dunno? Maybe they just want to fcking screw me or what? I really dunno.

My wife, Laura, and I have been happily married for six months after being together for seven years. Laura isn't particularly close with her family due to a complex history, and since I've had a relatively good relationship with my own family, she suggested we live near them when she completed her studies last year. Everyone seemed to get along initially, so it appeared to be a good decision.

My family holds quite traditional views, especially the older generation. My great-grandmother firmly believed that family gatherings should involve women taking charge of the kitchen while men engaged in other activities like sports or watching TV. Although my brothers and I can cook—thanks to our dad who didn't grow up with such traditions—I'm not nearly as skilled as someone who might have started learning at a younger age. I always found these gender roles odd and made it clear to Laura from the start of our relationship.

Laura is a phenomenal cook, a talent she's known for far and wide. This skill made her quite popular during college, and it's something we both appreciate at home, especially on the days she cooks.

However, her cooking prowess hasn't been entirely well-received by the women in my family after we moved closer. They expected her to automatically join in the kitchen duties during family gatherings, and while her dishes garnered praise, it sparked jealousy and petty behavior from some of the female relatives. Despite the mean-spirited comments from them accusing her of not contributing enough while also trying to overshadow her, Laura tried her best to connect and fit in. It was disheartening to watch, and even my dad’s attempts to reason with my mom proved futile. To counteract this, I encouraged Laura to hang out with the men, thinking she might escape the hostility. She was initially reluctant but ended up enjoying herself, which unfortunately did not sit well with the women, who felt I should enforce the traditional roles.

My mom even confronted me, criticizing my decision to "allow" Laura to step back. I stood my ground, expressing that my wife’s well-being is my top priority and not up for debate. The tension has made family gatherings less enjoyable for me, although Laura remains hopeful that the dynamics might improve.

Were this situation to unfold on a reality show, public perception could vary dramatically. Viewers might be divided, with some sympathizing with Laura’s plight against outdated traditions, while others might support the family’s perspective on upholding customs. The unfolding drama could certainly spike interest and discussions among the audience, potentially spotlighting issues of gender roles and family dynamics in a broader context.

I' thinking about how the viewers would perceive our situation in such a public platform. Would they see the unfairness for what it is, or would they buy into the "traditional" way my family clings to?

I know the title is silly. It's my attempt to lighten what is bound to be a pretty depressing situation to write out.

So I'm autistic, but autistic in the way where it's almost -ALMOST- not a problem. I can speak well, I can go out in public and not visibly stand out if I try not to (unless I open my mouth), I'm smart and kind and not prone to outbursts. I keep myself and my surroundings clean enough. HOWEVER. I still need help. I can't open cans or use can openers, I can't hold a bag for long or it hurts my stupid oversensitive hands, I never got the hang of folding clothes or tying shoes. I'll forget to eat sometimes, forget to shower sometimes (though never if I have somewhere to be), and I'm totally nocturnal on account of the only friends I have being digital and overseas. People in real life don't stay, or worse, they do and they bully me. My diet is almost entirely beige, I can't use a bus without getting lost if the route is unfamiliar, the list goes on and on. The things I can do are many, and I love my hobbies no matter how unprofitable they are, but the few things I can't outweigh them by societal importance. Jobs reject me because I can't answer the phone or stand up for the whole shift, and I need to do only one or two tasks, not eight.

This is where the title kicks in - I like to joke I have Old Timey Disney Princess Syndrome, in that there is literally no solution for my problems that doesn't involve waiting for someone else to please, please swoop in and fix it for me:

Want my own house? Wait for someone with money to agree to live with me.

Want a job? Wait for someone to say yes to an application AND they have to agree to my limited scope of things I can actually do.

Want to go out somewhere? Wait for someone to be available to take me.

It's crushing me. I'm doing everything I can to try and move along - I want SOMETHING in my life to change, but it's like I'm on a treadmill. It doesn't seem to matter how hard I try, nothing changes. If anything, the situation gets worse year upon year. I've recently turned 24, so my job prospects are now the lowest they've ever been because I'm now competing with fully-able people my age who who finished university, and I couldn't even go because I got bullied so hard everywhere else.

I know a lot of people who will look at this story and go "wow. what a whiny victim, no such thing as 'can't', just get up and DO IT." and to that I say, "don't you think I've tried?"

Every single thing I have listed for you here, every single item, I have attempted to change or struggle through. I have wasted months or years trying to do things I'm simply not built to be able to do. I have worked myself to breakdown and therapy again and again. I have tried every option available, from self-employment to placements to toughing-it-out. I have tried left handed can openers, electric can openers, ring pulls. I have tried pre-bagged veggies in my diet, differently prepared almost every way you can think of. I have been on so many courses that my work coach has run out of courses to send me on. That is how hard I have tried, and still I have no results. I am exactly where I've been for the past six years.

I am still stuck at home with my borderline abusive father, doing all the chores as best as I can with very little praise for the effort while he comes home and passes out, and I have to accept that, because at least he's worked hard to feel so exhausted. I barely do anything except job applications and chores.

I had thought perhaps the answer was my boyfriend, eventually moving out to America to be with him, but uh...not anymore! thanks politics.

So now I just don't know what to do. I've run out of things to try, and I don't want to be another example of an autistic person driven to the Worst Outcome, but I don't know how much longer I can bear being like this without any change.

I'd appreciate any suggestions from anyone who's been where I am and managed to scrabble out of the pit.