I've been thinking about this for some time and now feel a need to discuss it. Let me state at the outset I am not in anyway depressed, just feeling very realistic about my future, and very weary of life. I am 71 years old, born with Gender Identity Dysphoria and Autism. Neither of which was easily diagnosable when I was young. My father came back from WWII with Chronic Bronchitis and Emphasema. As there was little in the way of welfare in the UK in the 1940/50's we survived just. Seeing specialists for odd-ball children wasn't an option. My parents put me in the armed forces (RAF) at the age of 15 because they couldn't cope with my strange ways, which is what parents did in those days. I was actually diagnosed quite late in life with GID and Asperger's Syndrome. This was after a lifetime of fighting and coping with both. The GID meant that I had little libido and have never been driven by the sexual imperative, and the Autism/Asperger's made any attempted friendships non-existent. So overall an incredibly lonely life. In truth have never had any friends to speak of, and with little expectation of ever living to be old I made little provision for same. Many years ago I read of older people within the Inuit people (Eskimos) whom when they felt thay could no longer contribute to the tribe would walk out into the snow at night to be found the next morning deceased. I have never seen myself as a victim. People of my generation just got on with life and tried to make the best of any situation. Well I have done this to the best of my ability. So my question is "At what point can a person say I gave it my best shot and now I'm weary of life". I am in the process of getting my affairs in order, and don't believe in miracles thus of the opinion that perhaps it's time to call it quits. Not looking for sympathy, empathy or whatever, just a logical answer to the question posed. When can a person quite legitimately say "I have had enough, very little has been enjoyable and have no expectations of it improving"?