(Hope it's OK to start this thread?)

Sup fellow basement dwellers. I'm on 20mg Zoloft and 20mg Ritalin. Both of which have been life-changing for me, in their own ways.

Without the former, I'd likely not be around, and the latter is, well, a very long story but let's just say my school years were endless variations of "If only [OP] would apply themselves more...? They're not stupid, what's the problem?" coupled with narcissistic parents who weren't up for medical options (I was raised in mid-80s Europe, where 'OMG don't over-medicate the children!!1~' was still VERY rampant. Meanwhile, parents drank endless coffees during the day, and x'd 2 bottles of wine EVERY night between the two of them).

Now I'm mid-40s and have discussed my life with a dozen neurologists, therapists, psychologists etc., all independently coming to the same "wtf were your parents thinkging" conclusions. And I get to battle with "wtf I just wasted the last 30+ years of my life" feelings daily. Yay!

Now if only the Ritalin "shortage" would let up, that'd be grand.

I'll level with you: there are a lot of days where I'd rather not be alive, but dying is too much of a hassle. I wasn't diagnosed as autistic until I was on my early forties, so I spent most of my life wondering what the fuck was wrong with my head.

Turns out God was drinking on the job again. So much for intelligent design; the demiurge is a fucking schmuck.

Combine with emotional neglect on my parents' part, and I'm still paying the price of my parents' failures. In fairness, they got fucked over even harder by their parents. I'm breaking the cycle by not having kids.