Hi everyone.
I’m a 26-year-old autistic guy, and I’m writing this here because I feel like this is one of the few places where people might actually understand the specific kind of isolation I’m dealing with.
I want to start by saying that I know I am privileged in many ways. I have a family that absolutely adores me. They support me, they care for me, and I love them deeply. I never take their love for granted. But lately, I’ve realized a hard truth: family love is beautiful and foundational, but it simply cannot replace the warmth, intimacy, and partnership of romantic love. There is a specific void in my heart that family simply can't fill.
Whenever I try to express this longing for a romantic partner, people are always so quick to throw the same tired cliché at me: "You need to love yourself first," or "You need to learn how to be alone and enjoy your own company."
Let me stop that right there. I do love myself. I am incredibly independent. I don’t sit in my room waiting for life to happen to me. I take myself out on walks. I go to concerts alone and immerse myself in the music. I go to the cinema by myself to watch the movies I’m interested in. I have learned how to navigate this world solo, and I do enjoy my own company.
But there comes a point where doing absolutely everything by yourself stops feeling like an empowering act of independence, and just starts feeling incredibly lonely. The solitude begins to weigh a ton. Loving yourself doesn't magically erase the biological and emotional human need for connection.
Being autistic in a neurotypical world is exhausting. The masking, the misunderstandings, the sensory overload... it takes a toll. When I am having a crisis, a meltdown, or just experiencing severe burnout, my mind immediately wanders to how comforting it would be to have a girlfriend. I think about how incredibly healing it would be to just have her wrap her arms around me, giving me a deep, grounding hug that makes the overwhelming noise of the outside world finally go quiet.
I don't want a relationship for superficial reasons. I crave the profound, quiet moments. I want to go on peaceful walks with her where we don't even have to talk if we don't want to. I want us to write handwritten letters to each other, pouring our deepest thoughts, feelings, and special interests onto paper. I want to share new experiences, see new places, and navigate this chaotic life side by side with someone who sees me for exactly who I am and chooses me anyway.
I’m posting this because I just needed a safe space to get this off my chest. Please, I am asking gently: I do not need any criticism, harsh judgments, or unsolicited "tough love" advice right now. I know who I am and I know my worth. I just wanted to be vulnerable for a moment and admit that the loneliness hurts, and that I long for a safe harbor in the form of a partner.
Thank you for reading.