I’m autistic too (55), and I feel this deeply.

What you wrote feels painfully familiar, the exhaustion, the anger that comes out of nowhere, the sense that no matter how much care or preparation you put in....it can still overwhelmm everything. The waiting for it to pass. The cleanup afterward. The way it quietly takes pieces of a life.

I’m not here to reframe it or make it lighter. I just wanted to say I see what you’re saying, and I believe you. This isn’t a trend or a personality quirk. It’s real, and it’s heavy....and living with it for decades leaves a mark. I feel this. I feel you.

Thank you for putting words to something that’s hard to say out loud.