I have a roommate with autism who is well into his late 20s and just exists in a nihilistic grind loop. He goes to work for the socially acceptable minimum wage and then comes home and sits at the computer and game console all day until he goes to bed. He has never been on a date and peaked in high school. His only social interaction is when he tags along on household trips and sometimes when he comes out to hang out with us.
I feel guilty about allowing him to just "exist." I feel like as a condition of letting him live with me for relatively cheap rent that I should have some sort of expectations for him to improve himself. I'd be willing to work with him on it. I'm thinking I could set goals like he needs to go on a date regularly, needs to spend a certain amount of time on his days off outside of the house, needs to work on interests and activities that he can do with other people.
I've always been weirdly empathetic with autistic roommates and it tears me up when I see them come in and then barricade themselves away and never work on developing any interpersonal relationships.
I know it's fun to just exist for a while and come home and eat junk food and watch Netflix but eventually reality is going to come crashing down.