To begin, and for some context, I’m 21, M, and autistic. I’m also not from the US nor is English my first language, so my apologies for any misused jargon.
So, as the title implies, someone very important to me has been diagnosed. I have known him for four years now. I fell in love with him hard. Terribly so. He reciprocated, through out of fear, I did not confess at first (our country isn’t that accepting, nor our families I believe). Everything seemed normal, aside from the fact that it became obvious I was the only person he’d speak to. Back at our highschool not even teachers nor most classmates knew what his voice sounded like, or what he looked like, because he’d always use a mask. Not for me, though: he let me in in almost every possible way. Then one day he fell sick (he’d caught some bloodborne disease, teachers said) and stopped showing up. At first, he’d text me normally, and fondly, then he’d disappear for a month. When he wrote back to me, he’d say I should ‘hide our conversations so no one knows we speak to eachother’ and then disappear again. It was back and forth like that for three and a half months or so. When he came back, he was a completely different person, he had no topics for conversation, he was tired and stopped doing exercise (which he loved), he was rash and rude, going as far as ignoring me as I laid crying just a few meters in front of him (I did not want him to find out, but I had nowhere else to go) and scolding me for lending another friend my phone bc she needed to make an urgent call. Then he stopped talking to me altogether. I had become so attached it hurt like hell. Well, back then, I had no idea. On the last day of school, he found me sobbing in a corner and I told him everything. He hugged me, dried my tears, and told me he was not gonna leave me, ever. A few hours later though, as he was finally leaving for his hometown, I tried to hug him one last time and he pushed me away, just to tell me ‘You know I hate hugs.’
We stopped talking for a year and a half and, out of the blue, last year, he came back. Out of the shock alone, I fainted on the spot. When we resumed talking, he began telling me concerning things. He said he was being spied by two people who lived next to him. He named them. He said they were reading his mind. Halfway through our conversation he stopped me and told me to shut up because ‘they were listening’. As it happens, he also began sending me religious videos. I never knew him to be religious nor he did he attend any religious ceremonies at school. That day he told me I was the only one he’d ever trust, but confessed he did not remember any of our time together during highschool. Not a single thing. That same day, he disappeared again, but returned the next morning to apologize. I told him I’d wait for whatever time he wanted to take – after all, he was my first love. We’d speak once in a month, sometimes texting, sometimes by FaceTime. I’d play him the guitar, and we’d enjoy time together, then yet again I’d bring up something from our past and he’d insist it never happened. That’s when I knew .
Last month we began speaking quite often. That’s when he told me. I tried to stay calm but I think he noticed I was a bit freaked out. He’s only taking two meds and only one is actually a treatment for schizophrenia. He told me he was running out of money and he had already stopped seeing his treating psychiatrist, and would stop taking the meds soon. I offered help but he ghosted me. We haven’t spoken since.
Honestly, I’m worried sick. I know his parents but I don’t have their contacts, nor I think they know he’s told me. I don’t even think they know we’ve been speaking again after everything that happened, as from what he told me, he has cut off everyone else he knew from highschool. He seemed fine last time we spoke but for some reason I think something bad is about to happen. I don’t know if there is anything else I can do. By now, I have given up the idea of ever picking up what we had in high school for his sake and I’m happy to be there for him in any way I can, but I don’t know what is next, how to reach out (if I should), or…