Reader beware. This is not going to be a cheerful post. It may have an unhealthy sprinkling of self-pity.
It looks like I’m going to have to leave my job. I’m in a job that is wrong for me. My mental health is suffering. I disclosed my autism and mental health to my boss and at first it seemed positive. I spoke to him again today. Didn’t manage it very well, I found it hard to get my words out. But the upshot was that, what i thought was positive, that I’d found some help at work (although I’m still waiting for the referral to come through) made him question my ability to do my job. He wondered why I’d need help to do my job.
And to be honest, I don’t think I can do my job to the standard he wants. My executive functioning is not up to it and probably my people skills aren’t either. It’s causing me anxiety. I wake in the middle of the night fretting about things I haven’t done. And I told him this.
We’re going to review it after my week off next week but I suspect I know what the outcome will be.
Partially I’m relieved. I’ve hated the feeling of not doing well. I’ve spent a year dreading Monday morning.
However, overshadowing the relief is the stench of failure.
My career was the one thing that I thought I’d succeeded at. I haven’t managed to have a successful relationship or a family of my own. It’s been 10 years since I last had a relationship. I don’t own my home. In fact, although I’ve lived independently for most of my adult life, since I moved south last year I’ve been living with my mum. I’m desperately lonely but I’ve been doing better at losing friends recently rather than gaining them. I can’t seem to connect with anyone.
Now I’m going to lose my job too. And it fucking sucks. I tried my best and my best wasn’t good enough.
This is the reality of autism for me at this point of time. Rejection… loneliness… failure. I did warn you there was going to be self-pity.
I just feel so alone with it all though. I need support, but my referral hasn’t come through. I need a friend, but there’s no one to talk to, and even if there was, I’m finding it so hard to express myself that I’d probably just say I was “fine” because I can’t get the words out.
At the moment I feel like giving up. Getting drunk. Stopping trying. What’s the bloody point in it all.
I’m stuck in a downward spiral. Getting lower and more negative.
Oh I’ll pick myself up. I’ve found myself at rock bottom enough times in life to know I always find a way out. I can’t quite see it now but I’ll find my optimism wherever I’ve misplaced it.
Get through whatever happens with my job.
Maybe next time I’ll go for a job that plays to my strengths. I was just so desperate to get away from an open-plan office that I jumped in without thinking this time. Maybe next time I won’t be so bloody stupid. Maybe open-plan offices will go out of fashion. Maybe I’ll somehow overcome all the executive dysfunction that stops me from setting up a business.
But right now it just all feels too hard. To0 big a mountain to climb…