You're probably not the only one. I had a somewhat similar experience, but post-treatment. After none of it worked, I tried other conscious adaptations on my own. Those did finally work in the sense of making it possible to integrate, but if I went into a social setting intending to do anything more than kill time I was bound to be burned out and discouraged afterward. It just became a question of where I wanted to take my life. It's easier to enjoy that stuff when I'm intellectually satisfied elsewhere.
I did work as a political organizer as my break-out experience, then as a technical representative at trade-shows, and then finally as a volunteer-coordinator with a low-income-housing nonprofit. I also ran a party pad while I was high on the novelty of social success, and had an uncommonly large group of female friends. It was mostly that, though - novelty. Now that it's worn off, I don't see much that I'd want to go back to.
For me it's worked better to enjoy life with minded people (forget the like- part; just having one is a start) and to view that stuff as an amusing sideshow for when I'm bored with my real life.