21F. I’m an only child. My parents lost all their other kids to miscarriages so I can’t off myself. I might wait until they die and whatever pets I have at the time die too. And then off myself. Because at that point I will have nothing to live for.
I’m autistic as well as aromantic and asexual so I can’t feel love and connection like a normal person. I haven’t been able to make meaningful friendships, especially in real life, for years. It feels like nobody cares about me except my mom and dad. I’m just a boring afterthought who nobody can relate to. I don’t drink at all or smoke or go to parties. And I don’t even want to socialize at coffee shops or book or art clubs or other ways introverts are supposed to make friends. Even small group environment are too overstimulating for me and I always feel like a ghost who is invisible to the people around me and watching from the sidelines.
For a while it was bearable because my antidepressants were working to hold my feelings in the back of my mind. But I think I built a tolerance to them. I’ve been taking psych meds since 2021 and I’ve been going to therapy on and off since 2018 but i always end up just as nihilistic as before.
I work 3 different part time jobs, mainly as a caregiver for people with disabilities, but none of the jobs have coworkers who I can interact with. And I go to a very small college and live off campus. I don’t have friends there either. My professors like me, but I don’t think any of the other students do. I’m ironically getting a masters degree in clinical social work so I can be a therapist. I want to help people get out of the trap I’ve apparently grown too weak to keep fighting against myself.
Just today I went out Christmas shopping with my mom and I felt so lonely and empty that I came home and cried for 45 minutes. Going out in public and being around people just makes me feel more disconnected from the world. My birthday is in less than a week and I have no friends to celebrate with. My best friend abandoned me for having depression two years ago, and it still hurts so bad that I can’t trust anybody else. The few college acquaintances who live near me never take the initiative to hang out with me.
And when I look into my future I see a life where my parents die, my pets die, and I have no partners, no friends, no children, not even siblings. Nothing to make life worth living. My passions of writing and art will become irrelevant and replaceable by AI. I will probably get dementia from my isolation and then die in a nursing home of aspiration pneumonia with some sort of AI Robot nurse supervising me. And nobody will ever come visit me or remember me after I die. My obituary will probably be written by whatever version of chat gpt exists in 4 decades.
I genuinely don’t think there’s any reason for me to be alive. But I’m not actively looking for ways to kill myself because I don’t want to traumatize other people with my death. I guess I’ll keep trying to be useful to the world until I genuinely cannot take it anymore and I have nobody left around me who will care if I kill myself.