Asking for help and begging to talk about how unhappy I am internally is “bitchy” apparently. He doesn’t understand emotions due to being on the spectrum but, last night we started a heavy conversation about how unhappy I am, not with us just with myself. He eventually says he’s really tired, so we go to sleep. We wake up in the morning and I say “I still feel awful today” to try and sum up the suicidal thoughts I was having. He says “then get out of bed” and gets up gets dressed and leaves the room. After a bit he brings in my daughter trying to cheer me up. But I desperately need to talk about things. I told him that and he said he doesn’t understand what there is to talk about. I’m so close to committing suicide. And he’s just shrugging it all off.