I was going to kill myself today at a couple points, calmed down, tried so very hard to sit through the hospital intro an hour ago. I finally just said to myself that I will just tell them the physical sensitivity and OCD is just too much and I'd like to stay until I find an Autism spokesperson to help aide a medication transition, so I didn't tell them I was planning on suicide today, but that bit me on the ass because they didn't treat my condition as anything serious, and the a**hole doctor was absolutely awful - I can't even explain how degrading he was to me. If I HAD told them I was suicidal, they would have taken me without my authority and I wouldn't have been able to receive the real treatment I would need to get over this physical hell.
There's nothing this world will allow me to do to allow myself forward movement. I have no real medication now, I don't function in any capacity, I'm never able to not think about dying, and I suffer needlessly because of so many variables out of my control. Suicide is so logical, and the sad thing is I'm so aware of every little detail of how it could have been avoided. I'm not going to do it, I promise, but I'm giving up from the sense that if no one will try to ease this pervasive suffering, the least what a taxpayer like us deserves, then I'm walking out of my house tomorrow until I find a place to sit. There, I'm hoping I can calm this anxiety and pain for awhile, and when it does, I'm going to come back and make some calls about this option that's passed by recently to shack up with some other Aspies. It isn't likely anything will come of it, but if it doesn't, I'll do the last thing, which is admitting to the risk of self-harm. I know it's all down-hill from there, but there's a possibility I might get a healthy med to balance my over-sensitivity.
Jesus, I wasn't aware of how little the world really cares about Autism until today. My heart is so utterly broken. I feel numb rather than suicidal, which is good I think, because now I can do the s**t really out of my comfort zone, knowing that at least it's better than lying in bed and taking all my medication. To be very honest, since I've become too far gone from my NT family, Im really staying alive so I can write some books in the hopes of publication. I feel it's a waste to even think about death until some stories are completed, it's what I was here for anyway.