At age 52 I have come to terms with an aspbergers situation that, since childhood, has had severe impact on my life. My wife, an art therapist, has been advocating this and now that I realize it, she has distanced herself from me and without support I feel alone and wish myself dead having caused so much damage. Finances are awful right now and I am punching myself in the chest to initiate a heart attack. Very very depressed.
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