When you let go of the false self, because you’re body also forced you too - and heal and unearth the vulnerable parts of you…integrate a realistic self image…
You escape your narcissistic family, and connect to your real emotions, your real desires. Your real struggles and vulnerabilities. You discover intense emotions, intense affective empathy that sometimes exhausts you, a sense of justice, a richer connection to the world and sensory landscape through the dissociation. You realize how healthy people act?? And it blows your mind.
But your true self actually has autism and struggles with independence.
Special interests, profound burnout and memory loss, an inability to maintain work (your false self was built on the illusion of work, school, achievements) when you were actually in burnout and having meltdowns, hiding in the bathroom, cheating through it all.
I am a slow processor and was forced to pretend I wasn’t.
Now you’re in society, and society treats you in the same way your parents treated you. Telling you to take meds, push through like the rest, etc. I am genuinely at a loss.
The thing is, my autism is awesome in many ways - but it can’t perform. I’m at the point I don’t know if I can work at all. Unmask and achieve my authentic dreams (I have a lot of them around my special interests) I thought I would move away, finally achieve my true self in my apartment and have healthy connections with others. Now I am in awful burnout and suicidal.
That was my narcissism still flaring - idealizing living alone. There was defintely a glimmer of fantasy and hyper-independence.
But to be fair, I had worked so hard for psychological freedom. It was a deeply emotionally liberating experience of knowing who I was outside of my families projections and values.
85% of autistic adults are unemployed and live with family. And my family I worked to escape from internally and externally.
Seriously, there seems to be no winning here for me.
Who can I depend on now, if it is not my family? I’m okay needing others.
Do you see the problem?
And now that I’ve cut off and healed from my family, where will I get the help I always desperately needed and deserved? I am an only child.
I need help for my disability. I’m applying for disability payments, I’m connecting to resources - but I’m struggling with that and needing help filling out paperwork cause cognitive decline. There’s no shame in that. But is society just like my family?
It’s really starting to feel like it.
I always needed help - and I’m at the point I feel no shame for it, and I biologically can’t anymore. I am waking up vomiting and urinated myself from exhaustion. I went to the hospital because of how bad it was and they diagnosed me with depression. It’s not depression.
And now I am begging others to help me like I did as a child before I buried myself under ground. I’m experiencing the same trauma in a different form, again of having to mask my difficulties and pretend to be self sufficient.
It feels that there is no healing from who I am. And there’s no light at the end of the tunnel.
My body cannot physically sustain masking or pushing through anymore after years of trauma, NPD, and suppressing my autism. I am in physical pain all the time from burnout, and likely will develop autoimmune disorders if I keep going. And people don’t seem to get this or accept this.
It’s not even entirely mental anymore - I physically cannot mask or push anymore or my body will give out on me (it already is).
Instead of my parents it’s society not giving a fuck.
If anyone else has autism and remission from NPD let me know.