I have no friends my age. I lost all of them when I became ill. I don't mind though. I like my solitude and freedom. Of course, it would be nice to talk to others but I talk with people in my job. The man I'm seeing I believe has Asperger's syndrome. He is in his own world. I tell him about my life but he seems disinterested. It is ok. He is my lover and not my best friend. I like him still because he is fascinating. I could find people who could be my friends but I don't like to accommodate so this is a problem. I accommodate to my lover because I like being with him but this is about it. I understand how you feel about friends though. Most people develop friendships during their youth and while they are going to school. I never had this chance because I was always isolated and moved around a lot. So, the people that were my so-called friends left me when I became ill because we did not have much in common. I am not mad. This is reality. It may be best to be grateful for what you have. I am. I like being free and somewhat healthy and stable. I am not that interested in spending my life with others now because most of my life I have been alone. I am accustomed to my life now. I am thankful for what I have and don't really think about what I can't have.