No One Understands Me.

I was nine when I realised I wanted to kill myself. Nine. I didn’t know the word suicide, I just knew I wanted to die. Bullying made me feel that way. Also I was an undiagnosed autistic and that makes life difficult. I couldn’t cope in the world. I’m 52 now and was diagnosed at 47 and I still cannot cope. The world doesn’t understand me and I don’t understand it. My partner of 18 years doesn’t understand me despite him being the first person to know I suspected myself of being autistic. I have tried to educate him to get him to see life from my perspective but he just leaves me alone to struggle. I’ve always been alone. I live with him but I still feel so alone. I lived with my parents until just recently and always felt alone. I came here in a bid not to be alone. Bronagh (Bro-na) is Irish for misery by the way.