Anyone else annoyed, because someone who doesn't understand you thinks they do?

[CoolGuy9]

For me it's my mum. She says that if I stay in the house, I'll get more depressed. She doesn't know how useless I am at a job and how all of my previous jobs were just constant mental torture of not being good enough and having a hard time understanding basic sentences and feeling a horrible empty feeling when I should feel happiness, because it's friday and I worked hard.

I don't blame her though. I keep her in the dark and it's better this way. I have never even told her about my inferiority complex and how it's my biggest problem at the moment. I also see her point on why spending time at home doing nothing isn't progressing my live forwards or helping with my problems.

 

[FTL.Wanderer]

For me it's my mum. She says that if I stay in the house, I'll get more depressed. She doesn't know how useless I am at a job and how all of my previous jobs were just constant mental torture of not being good enough and having a hard time understanding basic sentences and feeling a horrible empty feeling when I should feel happiness, because it's friday and I worked hard.

I don't blame her though. I keep her in the dark and it's better this way. I have never even told her about my inferiority complex and how it's my biggest problem at the moment. I also see her point on why spending time at home doing nothing isn't progressing my live forwards or helping with my problems.

Yeah, I'm with you. It can be super-annoying to have someone else who doesn't live in your brain tell you both how you are feeling and what would make you feel better. I think people do that a lot because they feel powerless otherwise. It's like how some people can't stand silence with another person. It's too awkward so they make up the most mindless "conversation." Good luck to you.

 

[Wednesdays&Cyanide]

For me it's my mum. She says that if I stay in the house, I'll get more depressed. She doesn't know how useless I am at a job and how all of my previous jobs were just constant mental torture of not being good enough and having a hard time understanding basic sentences and feeling a horrible empty feeling when I should feel happiness, because it's friday and I worked hard.

I too feel incredibly annoyed with my parents. They always claim that they understand what I'm going through, when their actions (as well as many of their words) speak the opposite. They put so much pressure on me that my life is getting progressively more unbearable each day. I can't take it here in this academic institutional hell anymore, it's so unbelievably stressful and I never wanted to go to a top university to begin with. They say that they're only acting in my best interests, and while I can appreciate the logic (i.e. that a degree from a good university opens many doors in the realm of possible career options), they've seen me frequently during the course of my time here at university (in their attempts to check up on me to ensure I am 'working hard enough', as well as to remind me that I need to do well). To them, my siblings and I (or rather our tangible achievements) are merely trophy extensions for their narcissistic egos to flaunt.

My parents have seen how distraught their pressure, the university's pressure, just the overwhelming lack of enjoyment I get from the course I'm doing, yet they refuse to acknowledge that prohibiting me to do anything else with my life (which includes even going to a different university) is making my life worse and my suicidal ideation more intense.

 

[Tragoedia Vitae]

Yes, I've known some people who had this weird fantasy image of me based on absolutely no evidence at all aside from their flimsy assumptions and conjectures. Never at any point did they ask me about my thoughts, intentions, feelings, wants, needs, and so on. Apparently it was much easier for them to speculate endlessly. Communication was a bore, an inconvenience. They had all sorts of expectations for me and became upset with me if I couldn't live up to their fabricated perceptions of my abilities and traits. They saw, they judged, they knew (at least in their imagination). In reality, they knew absolutely nothing about me whatsoever.

 

[Walilamdzi]

Yes, I've actually just had a conversation with my Dad, in which he said he understands how I feel but hopes it gets better, and things will work out and such. It's kind of hard having a conversation like that, because the optimism shows me that he doesn't understand how bad I feel...

I too feel incredibly annoyed with my parents. They always claim that they understand what I'm going through, when their actions (as well as many of their words) speak the opposite. They put so much pressure on me that my life is getting progressively more unbearable each day. I can't take it here in this academic institutional hell anymore, it's so unbelievably stressful and I never wanted to go to a top university to begin with. They say that they're only acting in my best interests, and while I can appreciate the logic (i.e. that a degree from a good university opens many doors in the realm of possible career options), they've seen me frequently during the course of my time here at university (in their attempts to check up on me to ensure I am 'working hard enough', as well as to remind me that I need to do well). To them, my siblings and I (or rather our tangible achievements) are merely trophy extensions for their narcissistic egos to flaunt.

My parents have seen how distraught their pressure, the university's pressure, just the overwhelming lack of enjoyment I get from the course I'm doing, yet they refuse to acknowledge that prohibiting me to do anything else with my life (which includes even going to a different university) is making my life worse and my suicidal ideation more intense.

What course are you doing? I'm suicidal after losing my place at university because I have no other ideas about what to do, and I feel completely dejected. What would you do if you were doing something else?

 

[Wednesdays&Cyanide]

What course are you doing? I'm suicidal after losing my place at university because I have no other ideas about what to do, and I feel completely dejected. What would you do if you were doing something else?

Psychology (strange I guess). My parents wanted me to do a hard science or maths but I'm terrible at both of those subjects. I had to pick psychology as a compromise, but given the amount of biology and statistics in the course, I'm bound to fail my exams come May. If I didn't have to do psychology, and if I didn't have to go to an elite college, I would be doing an art course. But alas, that's never going to happen because my parents won't allow it.

I'm so sorry to hear that you didn't get your university place, it sounds like you're in a really difficult situation.

 

[azucaramargo]

I too feel incredibly annoyed with my parents. They always claim that they understand what I'm going through, when their actions (as well as many of their words) speak the opposite. They put so much pressure on me that my life is getting progressively more unbearable each day. I can't take it here in this academic institutional hell anymore, it's so unbelievably stressful and I never wanted to go to a top university to begin with. They say that they're only acting in my best interests, and while I can appreciate the logic (i.e. that a degree from a good university opens many doors in the realm of possible career options), they've seen me frequently during the course of my time here at university (in their attempts to check up on me to ensure I am 'working hard enough', as well as to remind me that I need to do well). To them, my siblings and I (or rather our tangible achievements) are merely trophy extensions for their narcissistic egos to flaunt.

My parents have seen how distraught their pressure, the university's pressure, just the overwhelming lack of enjoyment I get from the course I'm doing, yet they refuse to acknowledge that prohibiting me to do anything else with my life (which includes even going to a different university) is making my life worse and my suicidal ideation more intense.

Oh man. I don't miss college. I tried to transfer to other schools, too. I wasn't accepted anywhere else, so I had to stay put. I was miserable. But, if you stay in school and do well and make friends with your professors, you will have SO many more options available to you: better friends, better apartments, better jobs, better co-workers, better bedfellows. College is not fun. It's a terrible time of pressure and insecurity. But, please don't jeopardize your career out of spite for your overbearing parents. I did this -- flouted my academic obligations because I was angry at them. I am the one who paid for this, however. I urge you to stay the course, and try to block out their noise as best you can.