Not feeling feelings for a long time
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March 9, 2023

cw: death/loss

As I look back, I used to be someone who always held an optimistic
outlook on life. I was a "believer," or at least someone who always
"wanted to believe." This also made me a gullible person at times,
especially in my younger days. Once I found a cause to believe in,
I became quite a dedicated believer, at least for a while, until I
began seeing hypocrisies and internal inconsistencies, and started
smelling bullshit.

Outwardly, this made me appear to be a "model believer" to some.
When I was a teenager, the adults in my church were impressed by
how I talked like someone on fire, comparing me to their own kids
who were begrudgingly attending church only because the parents
made them to.

It did not always have to be a religious faith. When I stepped into
the Occupy Wall Street movement in 2011, I felt like I found a
community and causes I was always looking for but could not find in
churches; I quickly became one of the most dedicated members of the
activist community, so much that I stopped attending church for
over two years. This lasted until the spring of 2015 when one of
the last surviving Occupy organizations (of which I served as a
board member) collapsed.

That summer, I felt aimless. I lost my community and the social
capital I built. But somehow I survived, going through the motions.
I didn't feel "sad" or "disappointed." I did not feel anything.

This wasn't the first time I experienced something like this. But
when I do things for a cause I went all in. I lived and breathed it
every day. I genuinely believed in the cause, the organization, and
the project I was part of.

Then I burned out, without my knowing. When this happened, everyone
around me sort of sensed it, but I was unaware of my own burnout
until things deteriorate beyond repair. In other situations, simply
the cause or the organization falls apart with no fault of my own:
either because other people weren't taking it as seriously as I
did, or because of financial issues. In the latter scenario, I
often blamed myself for it.

Since 2019, I seem to have lost the optimism, faith, and motivation
that I once had. Unlike in the past, this prolonged burnout was
caused by multiple reasons, most of which were outside my control.
But I used to think that my faith could control them.

The past four years were like a dark night of the soul at times, a
living-dead shell of my soul walking at other times. Executive
dysfunction became severe. Often even getting up in the morning
became a challenge. Nothing motivated me to do anything for a
prolonged period of time.

My cat Lily was probably the only reason I survived. Then she died
abruptly, in the early morning of August 5, 2022. The rational part
of me was not surprised: she was 19 years and three months old. The
rational part of me also expressed relief, reasoning that perhaps
this was the best-case scenario compared to other possibilities.
Probably to others, I might have come across as I was acting as
though nothing had happened.

The thing is, Lily's health took a sudden turn about 24 hours
before her death. Until then I did not notice something serious was
going on. She was still jumping up and down my bed, and was eating
although not as much as usual. Then I felt this sense of dread
later that evening as I began noticing some disturbing events
(which I will not go into details here). As someone who believed in
the power of faith and prayer, I did what I could do. But I felt
powerless. The only thing I got back from prayer was a strong sense
that, in this case, "healing" meant death. It was a sleepless night
for me until I noticed that she ate the bowl of food (mixed with
water, something I did for the first time ever) I put out a few
hours ago. Feeling a little bit of hope I went to sleep around 2
a.m. When I woke up around 5 a.m., Lily was gone.

It has been over six months since then. Frankly it now feels like a
very distant past.

As an autistic person, I always had difficulties maintaining a
spiritual life. As much as I was good at being religious, I was
never able to emulate what neurotypical folks call spirituality,
even though I spent most of my teenage and adult years wanting to
have what they do. Prayers to a distant deity who may or may not
respond made little sense. Meditation made even less sense. But I
did have quite a strong faith in spite of it. In my younger years,
I was drawn to the Word-Faith movement of Pentecostal/Charismatic
churches, and in more recent years, I have become part of the New
Thought movement. The underlying similarity between these two was
the emphasis on the universal law of God, which I could tap on at
any time, instead of begging God for something and speculating what
God might feel about my prayers (some researchers posit that the
"Theory of Mind" and lack of "mentalizing" capacities pose
challenges to autistic individuals in spiritual life).

But since Lily died, even that sort of faith was gone. I have been
living in a brain fog, with anxiety and hopelessness. Frankly, I
really don't have anything to look forward to, and I feel like the
best days of my life were long gone and everything is going
downhill. And until a few days ago I did not even notice this was
what is happening.

It was an accumulation of grief over a series of losses, betrayals,
and deep disappointments, that I was incapable of feeling on the
cognitive level even as the grief was affecting me.

Alexithymia (a deficiency in understanding, processing, or
describing emotions, according to Wiktionary) is one of the known
phenomena of autism and is closely linked to anxiety.

"There are a number of factors that might contribute to high levels
of anxiety in those with ASD. One of these factors seems to be the
difficulty that many individuals with ASD experience in identifying
and describing their own emotions – a phenomenon known as
alexithymia. Ongoing research in our group, which will be presented
for the first time later this year at the International Meeting for
Autism Research in Atlanta, US, suggests that symptoms of anxiety
and alexithymia are closely associated in ASD. The degree to which
individuals report difficulties identifying their own emotions is
also associated with the extent to which their reported feelings
correspond to their physiological responses to emotional events."
-- theconversation.com, April 7, 2014.

=>
https://theconversation.com/people-with-autism-dont-lack-emotions-but-often-have-difficulty-identifying-them-25225
theconversation.com
=> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexithymia wikipedia
=> https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/alexithymia wiktionary

=>
https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/thewillowness/episodes/The-Lovecat-Loveface-Show-eduhks
Lily purrs
=> https://willowashmaple.xyz/cat-of-love the Lily memorial page