Shadow Fox said:
I think he still doesn't stand a chance. It's hard for neurotypical adults to change lifelong habits and must be exponentially moreso for autistics. He has no idea how to care for himself and nobody who's willing to teach him, and even if he did know how to cook and clean and bathe himself there's no way for him to do any of those in Barb's house full of shit. He has no job skills or work experience that would give him even the remotest of chances in a depressed economy.
He's completely fucked, and I really don't relish the idea of whatever fate will befall him when Barb dies and he's left to fend for himself.
I think we can call these Chris's twilight years - wandering around town, spending his days in McDonald's, raging as the light slowly dies. To say that he's living on borrowed time might be too generous. He's falling apart, and his mom is only getting older. When he's alone, all of those spurned chances to take the high road, to mature and to rise above childishness are going to come back to haunt him. 31-year-olds don't get adopted. There's not a new mommy or daddy coming. There isn't a sweetheart coming. There's just emptiness. If he thinks his life is amounting to nothing now, wait until it's just him. He's a selfish and self-centered degenerate, but it's impossible for me not to pity the life that spoiled childish indulgence has given him. We all saw it coming years ago. Chris was probably only vaguely aware of it until recently. Now there's nothing he can do.