I have a roommate I’m reasonably certain is autistic. He hates any kind of change (the migration to windows 11 is killing his soul since he can’t bring his ancient Dell along for the ride). He doesn’t remember what you talked to him about yesterday, instead remembering a completely different outcome to any conversation. He doesn’t clean up after himself, and cannot be convinced to do so.

The problem the brings me here is when he moved in I told him the common areas must be kept clean. You can make any mess you clean up after. If it has to stay a mess, do it in your room. As long as it doesn’t violate fire code or decay or cause lasting damage, I could give a damn.

So he makes his room a mess, then says he finds the mess depressing and overwhelming and migrates to a different room and makes a nest there. He forms little piles around the nest, always keeps things near him to instantly deal with. But it eventually becomes too much and he migrates elsewhere and starts again.

I cannot get him to clean up. When I talk to him about it, it doesn't matter what tone or delivery I use. He gets anxious, has some sort of fear response, gets visibly agitated but in more of a scared way than an angry way, and will not talk. He can’t form sentences. Then it suddenly evaporates and he bluescreens. He reboots. He doesn’t recall the conversation. He doesn’t realize one was still taking place. He just walks off and does something else. Not like is an asshole dismissive way but in an incredibly frightening Alzheimer’s way.

When I do get him to talk, he says he doesn’t want to stayed coooped up in his room when working on anything because it’s messy and depressing. (Then fucking open your blinds to let in sun and clean damnit!) But it’s a change in his environment he cannot bring to action.

He also has issues with time management. Like he says he’ll do his dishes and he starts in playing Skinner box games on his phone or trying to pirate porn off YouTube (don’t ask. I’ve not been successful convincing him that is dumb) and he looses track of time. He intends to do the dishes but he ends up going down some rabbit hole and by the time he frees himself he is already late for something else and has to leave.

But he will go back to his parents and mow their lawn and at work he will skip lunches because “there are carts in the parking lot that nobody is putting away”. He can do things, even when they are someone else’s priorities or problems. But he absolutely cannot help himself. He’s just spinning his wheels.

I’m not effective here. I feel pressing any harder is just abusive. He’s clearly got some flavor of neurospicy going on but he’s an adult and aware of the issue. He needs to deal with that and he’s just not.

He is oblivious to social cues and even when I’m being verbose he doesn’t pay attention and do the fucking thing. I’m constantly moving his little hoarder piles back to his room to clean my home. He’s not improving and some of his issues, like the bluescreens, sound funny but are deeply disturbing to witness. He has other issues too, like his diet is nothing but ice cream, cookies, and fiber supplements. He’s in his 20s but turned my home into a Metamucil commercial. I’ve never seen him eat anything else. He can sit on the couch watching TV and then suddenly jolt and flail as if being electrocuted for a second then fall back into reality. “Sorry. That happens sometimes.”

Just, dude.

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update: I saw this post and thought I would add some more information as I’m still not sure what’s going on.

I’m piecing together how his brain does and does not work a little better over time. It does seem more ADHD but at the same time not entirely. He seems to struggle with developing a context to anything. There is a basic intelligence there. He’s no genius, but he’s not so stupid he should be institutionalized either. He seems to struggle in taking in the information and then passing it off to the next step to process what he’s picked up. So the part of his brain that processing and creating outcomes for something starves for information becasue the first step never gives it enough to work with.

This works forwards and backwards. If he is working on a task, once the task is complete, it stops existing. If he is finishes eating, he forgets he was eating and there's a dish to clean up or food to wipe off his face, and clothes, and the table, and the floor. If he masturbates, it’s left on the couch to dry and for me to deal with because he forgot what he just did and that there’s a mess on my couch to deal with (that was not an friendly talk.) If he’s driving, he doesn’t plan far enough ahead to react to where the car is about to be, so he can’t keep up with the car. he cannot recall the last time he drove that same road or the things he had to adjust for, no matter how many times he drives the same road the same day, so he’ll end up in lanes that aren’t lanes and stuff like that. he punched a log into the yard with his car. he crashed into the house with his car. and his reaction time while driving is like 8 seconds. its seriously dangerous. He cannot imagine what something might be. he says he planned something out, or thought about it, but he just fakes it, then impulsively tests out a wacky idea like making a 3 point turn in a driveway with a buick.

He cannot manage his time. He has a calendar on his phone he refuses to use. he must have paper notepads and calendars around the house, not on him, that he never uses. so he’s always panicking and scrambling to do damage control

He clogs toilets but because his task is done there, he kinda of pulls a sim-left-the-baby-on-the-kitchen-floor thing and just removes the task from his memory. there is no after. we have talked about this and he got upset and told me he tried but couldn’t unclog the toilet. While watching, I gave the plunger 3 half-ass presses and it cleared up fine.

I finally snapped. “Either you just lied to me, or you are retarded. You saw what I did. You are in your late 20s and ran from the problem like a kid that broke a lamp. Are you being honest with your therapist about these issues or not?” “yes” “Do they know about the couch incident yet, JD vance?”

He looked at the toilet, paused, and walked out of the room. I felt bad. That was mean, but at the same time….did he just /hear/ me?

He went out on the porch and got on his phone and called his therapist (I had to push him to get one since he didnt understand this was not something the college campus docs were equipped to handle) and after he explained the repeat car accidents they sent him to a neurologist. It’s taking a while because now college has started and he’s not managing his time well so nothing is getting done BUT there’s now more people involved, in a professional capacity, and we will eventually have a diagnosis and a game plan out of this.

We also got a third roommate now and he’s starting to get his ass in gear around the house. I think he’s figured out that there are now 2 people behaving 1 way, and him another. 2 people being adults and not him. 2 people that can pay rent without him. I dont like that pressure was needed but it is working.

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