
cinna_rey<3
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- Jun 26, 2025
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This revelation came out of nowhere. Last night, I was playing Phasmophobia with my partner. I noticed he didn't seem to interested, and I asked if he genuinely wanted to play. He answered no, that he was burnt out. He then went on to tell me that the reason he didn't speak to me all day was due to his burn out, and he didn't exactly want to be communicating with me at that moment either. I understand burnout unfortunately well, but for some reason those words hurt me deeply.
After taking some time to think about why, it hit me. I have absolutely no will to live my life. My autism prevents me from functioning typically, making every little task become difficult and draining. I'm not saying it's an excuse for my incompetence, but it's definitely a reason. It takes a crane to remove me from bed each morning, simply because I don't have the energy or the will to experience another day in my life. I'm scared to leave the house alone, I don't trust people. I fear that once I find a job, I'm going to mess it all up colossally. I can't even drive, when I was learning to I would drive on the wrong side of the road and end up in a ditch.
I genuinely feel like I am too stupid and incompetent to function, which has led to me losing the will to function at all. I'm only job hunting for my partner, only smiling my way through every day for my partner, only leaving bed for my partner. And honestly, I hate it. I know you're supposed to find joy in having something, or someone, to live for. But it instead fills me with dread. I don't like my life at all, I don't like who I grew up to be. I don't want to work nine hours, five days a week, for fifty years, then die unfulfilled. If it were up to me, I'd be a pile of ash by now. But I've stuck around, tried my ass off, all for him.
Now I'm hearing that he is so burnt out in his own life that he doesn't even find joy in talking to me anymore. My entire purpose, my entire reason for surviving, was to keep him happy. And now I can't even do that. And it makes me question if this is a life worth living anymore. Do I want to dedicate my life to someone, despite the fact that I don't even want to be alive? What's the point anymore? Does he even really want me around that much?
What am I supposed to do? I have nothing going for me except my appearance, and even then I don't want to be a model or an NSFW worker. What I wanted more than anything was to be a musician, but it's highly unlikely to ever happen. I've already accepted that it's out of reach, I need a real job for my future with a husband that seems to only tolerate my existence.
I'm genuinely, wholeheartedly considering ctb.
Edit for clarification: He'd been acting relatively uninterested for quite a while before verbally expressing his burnout.
After taking some time to think about why, it hit me. I have absolutely no will to live my life. My autism prevents me from functioning typically, making every little task become difficult and draining. I'm not saying it's an excuse for my incompetence, but it's definitely a reason. It takes a crane to remove me from bed each morning, simply because I don't have the energy or the will to experience another day in my life. I'm scared to leave the house alone, I don't trust people. I fear that once I find a job, I'm going to mess it all up colossally. I can't even drive, when I was learning to I would drive on the wrong side of the road and end up in a ditch.
I genuinely feel like I am too stupid and incompetent to function, which has led to me losing the will to function at all. I'm only job hunting for my partner, only smiling my way through every day for my partner, only leaving bed for my partner. And honestly, I hate it. I know you're supposed to find joy in having something, or someone, to live for. But it instead fills me with dread. I don't like my life at all, I don't like who I grew up to be. I don't want to work nine hours, five days a week, for fifty years, then die unfulfilled. If it were up to me, I'd be a pile of ash by now. But I've stuck around, tried my ass off, all for him.
Now I'm hearing that he is so burnt out in his own life that he doesn't even find joy in talking to me anymore. My entire purpose, my entire reason for surviving, was to keep him happy. And now I can't even do that. And it makes me question if this is a life worth living anymore. Do I want to dedicate my life to someone, despite the fact that I don't even want to be alive? What's the point anymore? Does he even really want me around that much?
What am I supposed to do? I have nothing going for me except my appearance, and even then I don't want to be a model or an NSFW worker. What I wanted more than anything was to be a musician, but it's highly unlikely to ever happen. I've already accepted that it's out of reach, I need a real job for my future with a husband that seems to only tolerate my existence.
I'm genuinely, wholeheartedly considering ctb.
Edit for clarification: He'd been acting relatively uninterested for quite a while before verbally expressing his burnout.
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