I used to love living alone. I was quite old (31) when I finally got the chance to, and I adored it at first. Then I became physically disabled and my Aspergers got worse and since then living alone has become difficult. I lived close to my mother, but she passed away two years ago. In those two years I've only seen people twice - the last was February last year. Thing is: I'm not sure if I *could* live with anyone anymore. I'm too ingrained in this way of life. But I do believe loneliness and living alone is making me worse, yes. I'm almost obsessed by suicide now, which I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be if I had company.