Hello...23 year old male from Seattle, USA here. I'll skip the unimportant personal crap that no one cares about anyway and get straight to the point trying to make this as short as reasonably possible. I've felt there's something wrong...well not wrong...different I guess...about me. In short, I don't seem to understand anyone in how they can possibly get enjoyment out of the things they do, and the lives they lead on a daily basis.
All social interaction seems fake to me...most of all my own interaction. It's as if I've learned how to express emotions that I don't actually feel. I show love and caring towards my parents when deep down I feel indifferent. I pretend to be interested in the activities my friends ask me to be a part of, when I really just wish they'd leave me alone. The worst part is...on the surface, I'm often good at lying. People take it as a sign I want to be friends, and they attempt to get closer to me. Not only is it the opposite of what I want, but the closer they get, the more difficult it becomes to lie. Eventually they start to realize something isn't quite right, at which point I become so uncomfortable, I just shut them out completely and stop responding to them.
A few months ago I started seriously questioning whether life is worth living (though I've had my doubts for as far back as I can remember). At this point I opened up a little to a few people online since I felt like I had nothing to lose...and it was surprisingly difficult to do (as is writing this post), since like I said, all of my social interaction is fake. Eventually someone suggested that I read up on schizoid personality (I'm one of those people who insists on leaving off the "disorder" term). I have to say I was in shock (though it seems like I'm not the only one who had this reaction) when I did so. Both schizoid personality and Asperger's syndrome matched how I feel, with schizoid matching almost perfectly.
Reading posts here is strange. I literally mean it when I say it seems like I could have written a lot of them myself. The specific details and experiences often differ, but the general thought processes make sense to me. That's definitely a first. Don't get me wrong...I don't expect to build any relationships or friendships here...I'm not that kind of person. I suspect many here feel similarly from what I've read. Right now, I'm just not sure if I could get anything positive out of life...or whether I'm just waiting to pass the time until death (I don't think I have the strength to kill myself). I suspect I will continue smiling and nodding, and living a lie for many years to come. I certainly can't see it changing any time soon.
AC