I can actually vibe quite bigly and be very animated/engaged, but at the end of the day, I am an introvert, and a certain amount of mental recharge time is absolutely 100% required or my mind will stop working right.

What I mean by that is, if I am continuously exposed to the presence of “incompatible” human beings (the “compatible” ones seem to be a subset of people with ADHD / ASD / mood disorders), I will literally start showing symptoms similar to dementia, I will progressively lose my ability to speak and understand language, I will eventually start having (boring) hallucinations, etc. All of this is reversible if I am subsequently left the fuck alone, though the cognitive effects can persist for weeks or months after a bad episode.

In part because I do tech work which requires keeping a lot of information in mind at once, the above issue renders me unable to work during acute burnout, and unable to predict when or how much I’ll be able to work during chronic (but not acute) burnout.

Because of this, I am (by some definitions) homeless, don’t control my living environment, don’t even fully control my diet for various reasons, etc. I’m actually writing this post as a tangent from looking up diabetes warning signs and discovering I have a number, all consistent with each other, all of which slowly got worse at the same rate over the last 5 years of chronic burnout. This is a result of not being able to control my diet or my exercise level (wayyy too fatigued from overstim most of the time).

But it’s all, 100% of it, a carryover effect of not being able to get enough solitude that my mind can self-regulate sufficiently to be able to do paying work on a regular basis.

I lost my home a few years into the burnout and wound up bouncing thru a series of friends. Every single household had human factors that drove me into burnout. It’s people who don’t know how be still, who are always Doing Something even if they are sitting still - I can never stop perceiving them or being “on guard” in a house with them. It grinds me right down to the bone and then some. Anyway it was just dumb luck of the draw - some percentage of the population I can live with just fine. 3 years into this phase I ended up in an area that’s very sprawly, did get a car for a while but not one I’d trust to take more than 10 or 15 miles, you should have seen this deathtrap, it was like a sitcom car, and anyway it died last year. So, I can’t just walk to town and work at McDonald’s or whatever. Camping options (uninhabited woods) exist but camping in them is illegal (which I’ve done on a couple desperate occasions).

I’m not entirely sure why I’m even posting this, other than to say I made a friend diagnosed with ASD a few years back who has a very similar symptom profile to me, but who is even more sensitive than me, and trapped like this with her own family. I know y’all are out there. You’re valid. I know you’re trying even if you’ve been so goddamn tired your eyeballs could melt for a month, 6 months, a year, 3 years.

I don’t know about you, but I literally just need to be left the fuck alone and I will be fine, and able to pull myself out of the hole in 6-12 months. But that’s the problem, this is America, nobody gets that kind of runway unless they’re rich (or young and middle class with nice and/or indulgent family).

I don’t need to be alone, but with 4 alcoholics having a rager in the rest of the house.

I don’t need to be alone, but with occasional random people in and out of the house.

I don’t need to be alone, but for only 24 total hours each week in irregular intervals.

I need to be able to access solitude / the company only of people who don’t fixate my attention with their human presence, whenever I need, for as long as I need. Period.

Anyway, I’m legit thankful to live in a society where this is even fucking possible. I’m in North America and I know how to tickle computers. I’ve been on my ass for a literal decade, but if anybody can finagle a way back from it, it’s me.

There are a lot of people who started off like I did - lower middle class with bright parents - and who ended up like I did, who beat themselves up relentlessly over it. I went to support groups and I saw how bad they hurt. Fortunately I don’t have that problem, but I like to keep myself from developing it by doing shit like meditating, and watching videos of South Asian metalworking factories where dudes pour molten steel into molds while barefoot, and don’t wait for the dust to settle in the lead oxide ball mill tumbler before opening the door and taking in a nice big lungful.

Eh, that’s probably enough for now. I see you and love you, obligate introverts.