phantomisgone
Saving my world first before theirs.
- Oct 17, 2022
- 47
All my life, I hid who I was as a person. I mainly did it because I got backlash from other kids and even my parents when I was younger—them telling me that I was weird, different, and unusual. Well, the reason is that I have Autism Lvl: 2. I'm high functioning, creative, and "smart".
But I felt that I was never good enough for everyone else.
I couldn't relate to the conversations about sex, drugs, popular things, styles, and various trendy things that kids enjoyed. So I felt alienated by the world. Eventually, people did pick up that I am intelligent. So they had me around to help them with their assignments, tasks, bro-points, and other things. Since I'm naturally a caring person for others, I helped them out. I went to great lengths to make sure that others were alright because I knew how it felt to have no one by my side.
However, I knew they were using me. But I always wish that I was wrong about every person. That they were different and actually cared about me. That they didn't think I was weird and could possibly like the real me. Unfortunately, I was right every time.
People who claimed to be my friends were only using me to help them out. They never cared about me as a person. They treated me as a disposable item. Never considering my feelings and how I feel. Every year, I watched them succeed with my help and no one ever noticed me. How I got them where they are now. The grades, grants, scholarships, praise, social status, relationships, and happiness that they got, were from me. But they never cared to think about that.
Even when I did say how I feel that I'm worthless, they always said "no! you're not!" I'm not worthless to them because they want to use me for what I can do. It wasn't from a genuine level of friendship, but more of a human abusing a machine.
Eventually, I just continued to connect the patterns and realized that I was just an outlier of the world. People with autism are alienated and outcasted. While yes there are notable contributors who are "different", it doesn't help or inspire me anymore.
"You have a gift", but it feels like a curse. A curse where I have to limit myself to make sure I'm doing things right. That people would like me.
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So after years of torment, I finally did it. November 9th I killed myself and was pronounced dead at the hospital. My reasoning was that if people can be selfish towards me and not bat an eye, then I should be obligated to do what's best for me in my life and just leave. So no one can abuse me again and mistreat me. The doctors have no clue how I came back. From what I did to myself, I shouldn't even be typing this, but I came back. When I did, my family was there around me upset. They didn't know how I was feeling. But I wasn't concerned about them. I was concerned about what my friend thought. I was hoping that this time, I can be wrong.
I wasn't. He said that what I did was terrible and that he can't be friends with me anymore. Then ghosted me. After everything I did, he just threw it all away at that moment.
I'm still hurting over it, but I'm healing as well because I'm now starting to see my worth as a person. It's just so unfortunate that I had to go this route to see it. Since then, I've just been reforming myself. To be the person that I want to be. Being my own cheerleader. I know I will meet new people but I still hope that a person that I meet, I'm wrong about them.
But I felt that I was never good enough for everyone else.
I couldn't relate to the conversations about sex, drugs, popular things, styles, and various trendy things that kids enjoyed. So I felt alienated by the world. Eventually, people did pick up that I am intelligent. So they had me around to help them with their assignments, tasks, bro-points, and other things. Since I'm naturally a caring person for others, I helped them out. I went to great lengths to make sure that others were alright because I knew how it felt to have no one by my side.
However, I knew they were using me. But I always wish that I was wrong about every person. That they were different and actually cared about me. That they didn't think I was weird and could possibly like the real me. Unfortunately, I was right every time.
People who claimed to be my friends were only using me to help them out. They never cared about me as a person. They treated me as a disposable item. Never considering my feelings and how I feel. Every year, I watched them succeed with my help and no one ever noticed me. How I got them where they are now. The grades, grants, scholarships, praise, social status, relationships, and happiness that they got, were from me. But they never cared to think about that.
Even when I did say how I feel that I'm worthless, they always said "no! you're not!" I'm not worthless to them because they want to use me for what I can do. It wasn't from a genuine level of friendship, but more of a human abusing a machine.
Eventually, I just continued to connect the patterns and realized that I was just an outlier of the world. People with autism are alienated and outcasted. While yes there are notable contributors who are "different", it doesn't help or inspire me anymore.
"You have a gift", but it feels like a curse. A curse where I have to limit myself to make sure I'm doing things right. That people would like me.
---
So after years of torment, I finally did it. November 9th I killed myself and was pronounced dead at the hospital. My reasoning was that if people can be selfish towards me and not bat an eye, then I should be obligated to do what's best for me in my life and just leave. So no one can abuse me again and mistreat me. The doctors have no clue how I came back. From what I did to myself, I shouldn't even be typing this, but I came back. When I did, my family was there around me upset. They didn't know how I was feeling. But I wasn't concerned about them. I was concerned about what my friend thought. I was hoping that this time, I can be wrong.
I wasn't. He said that what I did was terrible and that he can't be friends with me anymore. Then ghosted me. After everything I did, he just threw it all away at that moment.
I'm still hurting over it, but I'm healing as well because I'm now starting to see my worth as a person. It's just so unfortunate that I had to go this route to see it. Since then, I've just been reforming myself. To be the person that I want to be. Being my own cheerleader. I know I will meet new people but I still hope that a person that I meet, I'm wrong about them.