My oldest son has the same diagnosis. We are supposed to be on thousands of dollars a month worth of drugs. We are both drug free our "diet and lifestyle" based approach to managing our condition is saving an estimated $200k to $500k annually.
Working from home so I have control over my environment has been a big part of that. No job in the world pays enough to make it worthwhile to go back on the eight or nine prescription drugs I've gotten off of.
I do work very part-time as the webmaster for a local non-profit. I am trying to figure out how to get more clients doing website work.
It still would not likely be big bucks.
I would be amenable to accepting the right job. I can't accept just any job. It doesn't make sense for me.
I think I have knowledge and skills worth money. I'm quite confident if I were a man this would not be such an intractable problem.
I don't plan to discuss my personal situation further. I know people mean well, but it's extremely unhelpful and dismissive to get these kind of one-off suggestions from strangers who don't really know enough about my life to make useful suggestions.
I made a general comment. Someone replied to that and asked a few questions. I responded with a good faith reply. As is often the case, the result is a bunch of people wanting to talk about me and my personal problems and not actually take my framing of the situation seriously.
To reiterate my main point:
I actually got myself off the street on my own efforts, so I think I know some useful stuff. My comments on HN about homelessness are consistently some of my most upvotes comments.
So people seem to think I make sense.
But most of them don't want to help me do more in this problem space.
So if the world is going to hell in a hand basket, maybe that's because the world thinks that's a cool destination and visiting it to watch the poor people roast is good entertainment. Or at least something more desirable than admitting that maybe a woman knows something actually useful and should grt genuine support for further her work.
I think I'm done here. This conversation is the usual maddening pattern. And after multiple people have basically politely pissed all over me with seeming good intentions, if I get aggravated and lose my cool, that becomes another reason to blame me for my problems and say I deserve to be dirt poor, I deserve to be ostracized, etc.
I seriously doubt most people here could do half as well socially under the same circumstances.