dragonsanddemons wrote:
-6 Literally no sleep last night, I just lay in bed thinking and stimming all night. It wasn’t because of the game I just got yesterday, though I may as well just have started playing it since I wasn’t getting any sleep anyway. My throat has stopped hurting from the ibuprofen incident, but I still feel the swelling there, like something’s stuck in my throat, but nothing is. General feeling of depression for no apparent reason, I hardly even want to play my game this morning. And still getting used to the fact that I am not female (nor am I male,) I am agender. When people say things like “women,” “Aspie women,” etc, what they have in mind is someone completely different from me. Heck, I’m not even human in any way but physical, it seems, I’m so vastly different (even from others on the autism spectrum). It feels weird to call myself / be called “they,” but if I’m not “she” or “he,” then that’s the only socially acceptable alternative.
Ah, when I went to fill my pill box this morning, I realized
why I got no sleep last night. My nighttime meds from yesterday were still in the box. I could have
sworn I’d taken them, I was
certain I had... yet there they were. Ugh... This just makes me more depressed, because if my memory’s so dreadful that I’m missing meds even with alarms telling me to take them, I can
not be living on my own. I did it twice with my morning meds last week, too, I was sure I had taken them, but nope, they were still there.
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Yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage. For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
-H. P. Lovecraft, "The Outsider"