I’m 55 male, married, children and from the outside successfully living the dream. Yet inside I am broken. I cannot remember a time where I didn’t feel scared and alone.. On a good day it can best be described as numb or ambivalent.
I am dyslexic… Self diagnosed at about 22.
I have IBS… Diagnosed in my 40’s
Lately I have begun to wonder if I’m somewhere on the spectrum.
I was a fat kid, not blessed with good looks. I was considered “stupid” or “slow” at school.. When I started secondary school my IBS caused me huge issues (explosive an uncontrollable voiding) which to this day has never been mentioned. As you can imagine, I left school as soon as I could and have avoided associating with anyone who could have known me or who may remember me. “the boy who used to s** t himself in class”
Whilst I have left the stigma behind (nearly).. I have no friends, and no life outside work. As the thought of retirement beckons I am becoming increasingly scared that I will have nothing… I don’t particularly want to die, but I really don’t want to live.
I often wish I could just stop, to fade into the background and cease to be.
My home life is a joke… My wife despises me (oh she says she doesn’t… But actions speak louder than words), my “lovely house” is entirely her… Every stick of furniture, all the decorations, all the ornaments are hers and what she wants… Nothing of mine… I may as well be in a hotel.I am last in the pecking order after the pets… I’ve let this happen, she denies it if raised… And TBH I don’t have the energy to change it… Nor do I know what I’d want if I had the option anyway.
I dream of a divorce… But am terrified of even raising the topic and the consequences.
I just drift along, supporting the family, doing things I asked, keeping everyone happy… But that’s OK because left to my own devices I’d just cease…
I do seem to spend a huge amount of time dealing with other people’s problems ans being a shoulder to cry on… But if I have even the slightest problem it’s either dismissed or I get rebutted/rebuked.
Although I earn 6 figs, I spend the bare minimum on myself… Sale or “cheap shop” clothes… No matter how much I earn, there’s nothing left at the end of the month for me.
I’m not sure why I’m writing this or what I want to get out of it… Just wonder if anyone feels the same way.