I feel like there is no "planet" that i belong to other then being on one totally by myself. No matter where I go to try to talk to others that have the same interests as me, i never really feel like i am "part of the group". i always feel like i am on the outside looking in, watching the world live their lives. never really understanding the world i live in. never really understanding "NORMAL" social interactions and how i am supposed to react and respond in those situations. i don't feel like i fit in the gaming community. i don't feel like i fit in the car community. i don't even feel like i fit in the church community. I don't even feel like i can hang out with other "Aspies" and fit in and that was one place i though i COULD go and be accepted. my whole life i have felt like there was some kind of mistake about what planet i was on or atleast the form in which i live (human). the more isolated i become, the more i start thinking that this life isn't worth the constant fight. the constant struggle in day to day life. the more i watch everyone around me getting to go places, hanging out with friends and having fun as well as not having the constant struggle every single day while i sit in this dumpy ass trailer park alone at night, the more i wish i could check out of this life for good but know i can't because my mom would follow me. I sit here most nights on the brink of a complete meltdown thinking about everything i wanted to do in this life and i can't even find a job. My own family, except my mom, has turned their backs on me because my mom and me are "man haters" which isn't even true. They got their information from someone that took something my mom said on the radio way out of context and turned it against us. I try to start my own "business" to bring in some extra bucks and can't get payment for some of the things i make. i sometimes forget to eat because i am so consumed with everything wrong in my life and there is no way to fix it. I have prayed endlessly and tried really hard to keep faith in God and the only answer i get is another door slamming in my face without another one opening. I wonder if things will ever get better. i wonder if my whole life is supposed to be a struggle just like my mom's was except i have a handicap and she doesn't. I can't even get help diagnosing my "handicap" much less other resources to help me make it. I don't know how much longer i can survive like this before i have a complete meltdown and completely loose my mind to where my mom has to commit me. I see no other escape!