I think I fucked up my work of 3 years after reciving many chances, due to my denial and invalidation for being autistic. Because of this, I refused to accept my limits, didn't asked for help, suffered a period of coke addiction, and it hurts my mind and body writing my dissertation due to my college trauma and difficults to execute tasks. But my body also hurts to communicate and ask for help. I was late diagnosed, so I'm grieving for realize that nothing is wrong with me, my head is built different. I have limits.
However, I'm a little tired. Usually I take acountability for my actions, however, I see no hope for my future as a professional. I'm angry with myself for self sabotage. However, cry about the past won't solve this. Shit is done, 3 years went to trash and is okay.
But I'm so tired of reinvent myself and start over. I need help. I need support. Is stupid, but the tasks I didn't want to do (usually home tasks), I was motivated with company...
I want to cook health meals with more frequency, keep the house with a little order, have a consistent routine...But unfortunatelly I realized that I'll need some support for a while, until becomes an habit. Is so embarassing, but after many strategies, this approach is more neurodivergent friendly.
Tired of saying this, but I'm not using autism as an excuse, I'm just saying that I made a mistake for not asking for help and not using adequate methods... I've spent my entire life trying to be "normal". So, a lot of my limits were ignored and that made my body tired.
I'm just tired. But at the same time, I'm too weak to deal with prejudice and invalidation for being autistic, just because I'm "functional" and a woman.I don't think I can handle the idea that I have limits and try to be something I don't, doesn't work.
Once again I fucked up something I love after all the chances I had. I'm a dramatic piece of trash. I'm just a spoiled woman... Why good people die and I'm still alive?
Feel sorry for my parents, I was a planned child and they were cursed with a quiet, spoiled, selfish, stupid and secretly junkie daughter who has to move a mountain to be taken seriously. And now I failed. THAT failure I can't handle. Have no idea wnere to go...
I can't understand my feelings, hurts so much.
If I end up alive, will take years to move on from this mistake, just like with my final work of college.
Will write my dissertation while waiting my advisor diamiss me tomorrow. Try to keep my shit together, because my husband needs to finish a book and is a big deal.
And my father's birthday is on Monday. Today is his deceased mother's birthday. Can't do this with them at the moment.
At least I'm not desperate for coke like I was two months ago.
Edit: Just a vent, but fuck being an asshole disguised of tough love and screams. This shit just make my blood boil.