I think this blog is going to become mainly about finding a safe space to explore and release some of my deepest demons. It’s where my journey is going.
I’m more convinced than ever that I want to draw a line between the old world and the new. To be well enough to defeat the depression I need to distance myself from everything that reminds me of my biggest psychological defeat.
I’ve binned my last post as I’m not ready to talk publicly about it and I still need to work on it. But in thinking more clearly and with a little advice I’ve had to admit that I did what I did because I needed to finally put up the hardest boundary around myself.
That it was about protecting myself. And it was the right thing to do.
The beliefs we hold about are what truly makes us what we are. I hold such terminally abhorrent beliefs about myself for certain reasons.
One factor I could never consider before was that that it is part of my hidden disabilties. I can’t fundamentally see myself well enough to actually recognise.
I can only see myself through the eyes of others. Even strangers have this effect on me. To pull my mind away from itself and force it outwards.
Everyone always tells me I should believe in myself but I just don’t, and why would I?
I can’t stop myself from masking because there is no true face to present. Only a mental construction designed to please others.
The real reason I’m dependent on others to make me feel good is because the only voice in my head is the mechanical explainer, telling me exactly why I’m alone in darkness.
It’s time to admit how deeply different I see the world compared to the empty individualist culture I live in.
My autistic sensitivity is exactly the full crushing weight of the effects others have on me. It’s because of this I understand we live in a deeply shared and connected world where we are shaped and made by each other.
Although I am much more connected than anyone else. And it because of this that I am so unutterably decimated by the rejection and exclusion of experiencing the lives of others.
And the truth is that nobody understands the massive effect they have on me. People still expect me to accept that bad things happen and that I should always accept my losses and look elsewhere.
What makes so special and unique in this world is that I can look so sharply into someone’s heart to see the humanity and the lack of humanity.
I hold a mirror up to the world so that it can see itself. Truly the society we live in is defined by lies and selfish hypocracy.
I’ve wanted to get round to the Autism research of Simon Baron Cohen. He who has identified that autistic children tend to be slower to develop the “skill” of not blaming people for unintended harms caused. He calls this “skill” empathy.
Isn’t funny how autistic people are bad people for not being empathetic to the inadequacies of others while those who don’t understand the harm they cause should be understood?
Who are the real empathetic heroes amongst us?
Is it those who struggle with communication but are sensitive to others or is it those who can communicate but are insensitive.
Theory of Mind, it is called. Baron Cohen himself appears to be quite poor at this judging by the reaction of the Autistic community to his project of harvesting Autistic DNA.
In my experience it doesn’t matter who you are, the culture is driving us to hate each other and isolate ourselves from each other. To fear each other.
I’m not strong enough to fight it because I was the most vulnerable to it. I needed so much more from those around me to stay with me but in the ends everyone else’s needs came before mine.
I can’t hide anymore from the fact that I need to become stronger in myself. That I need to be better so that the people around me become better. I’m never going lose sight of what I need to make life worth living.
There is an art to believing in yourself. For truly who we are to ourselves is just a narrative. Walking the path alone requires some extraordinary bravery.
The story I tell myself now is how to keep myself going. That I don’t care for the pointless pursuit of shallow self-validation and virtue-signalling acceptance. “Be kind” is the motto of those who only care only hiding themselves from being challenged or critcised.
I would love anyone who actually sat down, read my words, and called out any bullshit I espouse. Because that would mean they cared enough about me to see my faults and engage with me to improve me. And teach me something.
I can’t remember anyone ever doing this since I was at school. Or maybe a blazing drunken fall out with an old drinking buddy.
I don’t see myself as a human being because people don’t treat me like one. People treat me like a child. Maybe I needed to treated as an adult in order to become one.
Maybe treating me like a child is what stopped me from growing up.
I don’t want to blame all of my problems on others, but I see so clearly how my development as a person was determined by all my interactions with other people.
I can’t stress enough that the culture we live in demands every person is his or her own boss, master of destiny and responsible for everything they do.
When horrible things happens to you it’s all your own fault because you are an individual God of your own existence. Everything that happens to you is your own fault and your responsibility to deal with.
And everything you call evil is a projection of your own evil.
It is not hard for me to understand why our culture tells us this. Because they take everything everything they can from us and tell us to blame ourselves.
I’ll end this post on a cheery note. I’d happily see these people burnt to death.
This has been liberating.
Thanks for reading. Kindest Regards as ever x