u/Dear_Luck_6947

Hey! I've written a book of about 80,000 words. Of course, I need to revise it to make it good. I have a question for those who have already had their books read:

How did you find the courage and how did you get people to read them?

I don't think I want to share the whole book online. I plan to ask volunteers around my area read it to get their initial opinion. It's just weird, I've never really had anyone read my writing and I admit that it stresses me out haha I have faith in the story but my writing style is rather unique, I don't really know if it will appeal to people. I wrote about a dark psychological dystopia, a more or less subtle denunciation of certain societal issues. Dark scenes contrasted with the initial innocence of a very different child who grows up over the years. Anyway I'm getting off-topic, how do you find the courage to share a piece of writing that is truly dear to your heart ?

(Why do so many older people say that getting old is bad ? Isn't it a beautiful part of life? I have a few ideas, such as the fear of being forgotten, of losing your abilities or of having regrets. But based on your experience, what do you think about old age?)

!Edit.! I expressed myself very poorly in my post, I apologize. My desire is to try to understand your feelings about a life experience that I am not yet living. I generalized a lot in the lines above; I shouldn't have. I completely understand that for some it's very complicated, for others easier. I don't want to make you feel childish. I don't mean to criticize, sorry if that seemed like it. Thank you for the comments and feedback, I read them all.

Pleaseee I'm bored

17f asd 2) not a native speaker, I'll try my best.

A question for you : Do you have someone?

I have very few friends. Those I trust most are the parents of my sisters' friends. I feel like once they reach 'adulthood', many people understand differences, or at least accept them. People my age (not all of them) have very different values from mine.

I don't see the problem with friends drifting apart. If tomorrow a friend of mine said to me "Hey, thanks for everything but I think we should stop" Id just need a chat and a good goodbye. I've already been told "Oh no if my friend wants to leave, I hope they regret it for the rest of their life." Like no, just no. I think that's disrespectful. I don't know maybe I'm too detached or maybe I can't "love" like others. I like solitude, I really enjoy being alone and I don't need to see or text my friends every day as a sign of friendship. Yet, despite everything I feel a void. I think I need to have a friendship, a love, or just someone with whom I can have a really deep connection. The thing is I feel like I'm between two worlds; I like solitude and being away from people and deep conversations. But many people my age are very focused on "competition", on showing off, on a future rich in money without doing anything. They talk about love as if it were a race and not a relationship built, about intimacy as if it were a flex and not a sacred dance, they judge someone by what they hear and not what they truly know.

I have a lot of imagination, for a very long time I have idealised a "friendship" or a "soulmate" that I could have. It's funny how I'm feeling nostalgic for something that came from my imagination.

Sorry if it sounds cheesy.

Have you found someone, a safe place in a soul or personality, who fills a void, who makes you feel like yourself and truly yourself in a way you didn't know ?

I'm curious. People tell me I ask really random questions. What are your "stupid" questions these days?

Hello everyone,

I'm not used to writing on forums (in fact, this is my first time talking about my life) English isn't my main language, I used a translator for a few words sorry if it makes no sense or if it is too long.

I'm a teenager girl (17) who was diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder (lvl2, and I asked to know) a few years ago. I've been asking myself a lot of questions about quite a few things for a very long time. Before, I had the easy excuse of "I have time," but now the more time passes, the more I take responsibility. I know "I have time" but still, I feel pressured by many things. Ironically, my childhood dream has been to backpack around the world and make art/write during those trips. Now reality hits: I'm not there yet. Not enough money. Can't even go outside alone. I'm just like anxiety on legs.

What partly scares me is not finding "my place" in the world of work, in the world simply as we see it today. I don't understand the whys.

I feel trapped by who I am now. many times I've wanted to act, to do things (offer food to homeless people, offer my help, join specific classes, etc.)

I have social difficulties. I don't know if it's really noticeable or if it just looks like shyness, but I have a lot of trouble starting conversations or keeping them going. When I feel eyes on me, I feel like I "have" to do something, I act a little clumsily and am the opposite of a confident person. Again, it's a bit ironic: if I could, I would have deep talks for hours.

My brain wants to hack me; I have a deadline I've set around my 23rd birthday. I think it's a real risk that could happen if I see things continuing like this. I feel like Im leading a double life, (I can laugh for something stupid, tell stupid jokes to make others laugh, then questioning the existence of life)

I'm going with the flow, I don't know where I'm heading. I struggle with many different things, From basic things to existential questions. With myself and my thoughts. I don't like people, but I crave deep connection. I don't like how people my age all seem so superficial, but if only I could be like them, just for a day. The few contacts I have are mainly with adults. That's cool, I like how you can have a real discussion with people who have experience. But I feel like I'm not in the right place, why me? I mean, I know I can't say all people my age are the same, because they're not. I just feel out of place. Part of me likes it, but the other part just wants to be "like everyone else"

Sorry if it's unclear, I just needed to vent. I tried to keep it short so as not to get lost. (Sorry if the message is still too long) , I'm already receiving psychological support but writing words is easier for me than opening up in person.

Perhaps some of you have been through this? Of course, every experience is unique, every person.

But I would like to read... How do you, the person reading this, adapt to a world that doesn't seem to adapt to you?