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- Feb 21, 2019
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Train has been cancelled, so I sat at the station like a massive prick. I'm tempted to shit myself just for effect.As the title says
Sorry for the long post. I know this thread wasn't asking for an autobiography but I felt the need to get this out. At this point I feel like I've been cursed in life, and it's difficult not to blame myself for a lot of this horrible shit. I don't even know how I'd even begin digging myself out of the hole I've ended up in.
I had four grand mal seizures in a 1.5 year period, two of which resulted in major head trauma. I wasn't exactly a shining example of mental health before that, but now I have additional problems with motivation, attention, and social interaction, as well as worsened depression and anxiety. I was never able to graduate college, and now I have $50k in student loans for a degree I never received. I know there might be a way for me to get the loans forgiven if I'm able to convince a doctor that I'm disabled, but it's very difficult for me to work up the motivation to even leave my home, and I'm terrified to even speak with people on the phone. I haven't seen a doctor in years despite ongoing issues. Even if I get the loans forgiven, I'd need to pay an income tax on the forgiven amount, which I wouldn't be able to afford.
I thought it was understood that when people say this they mean shitty thing that happened to you that wasn't your fault. It's very human for such things to feel "unfair."Unfairest? I have trouble applying the term. I could list a lot of shitty, a lot of disappointing, a lot of demoralizing things in my life, but what makes something unfair? Does this imply we deserve something?
I understand. But I think we make our lives worse when we measure things by "fair" ... unless one has a right which has been violated, there's no fair.I thought it was understood that when people say this they mean shitty thing that happened to you that wasn't your fault. It's very human for such things to feel "unfair."
I can't say what you have been doing to your mother is good or bad. I am in a similar situation, my father is narcissistic, I have seen how he treats people for a long time.. and his family members. He loves me because I am his daughter. As a daughter, I with try to fufill my duties.. to the extent that I can. But, I don't think I can love him heartfully for some reason.I know how this appears.. but it is what it is.. the truth inside me.An ex-boyfriend followed me home, restrained me, took my purse and keys from me so I couldn't get in my home or call for help, then called the police on me and had me arrested for assault. The officers wouldn't even listen to my side of the story. The charges were ultimately dropped, but the arrest report still comes up if someone searches my name with Yahoo or Bing (luckily Google seems to have forgotten it). Right now I'm trying to work up the motivation to get the record expunged so I can request that those search engines remove the result.
My mother physically abused an elderly woman with Alzheimer's who she was paid to care for. The woman lived with us in our home for about a year, and this was ongoing throughout that time. Abuse included hitting her in the breasts, pulling hair, biting her nose, shaking her, throwing her in tubs of ice cold water, feeding her disgusting food, and general verbal abuse. All things that either didn't leave a physical mark or if they did, the injuries could be explained away as self-damage due to her illness. My mom told me it wasn't a big deal because the woman wouldn't remember what had happened anyway, but I will always remember. I begged her to stop every day, and I was terrified the woman would die, if not from physical trauma, then from a heart attack. My mom would become defensive, say she was stressed, and blame me for her having to take on such an awful job in the first place, claiming she only needed the job to take care of me, because my father wouldn't pay more child support. I was 11-12 at the time.
I hate myself for not telling the woman's son what was happening. He would visit us every week and we would sit across from him and tell him what great care we were taking of his mother. My mom was never punished for what she did, and when I tried telling my family they just brushed it aside. Now they act baffled as to why I don't want to have anything to do with my mother. They have never outright said they don't believe me, but I guess they don't think it's a big deal. In their eyes I'm the bad person for abandoning my mother, "after all she's done" for me.
I had four grand mal seizures in a 1.5 year period, two of which resulted in major head trauma. I wasn't exactly a shining example of mental health before that, but now I have additional problems with motivation, attention, and social interaction, as well as worsened depression and anxiety. I was never able to graduate college, and now I have $50k in student loans for a degree I never received. I know there might be a way for me to get the loans forgiven if I'm able to convince a doctor that I'm disabled, but it's very difficult for me to work up the motivation to even leave my home, and I'm terrified to even speak with people on the phone. I haven't seen a doctor in years despite ongoing issues. Even if I get the loans forgiven, I'd need to pay an income tax on the forgiven amount, which I wouldn't be able to afford.
My therapist of 3 years cut contact with me without explanation after I attempted suicide (which I did shortly after developing soul-crushing depression as a result of the head trauma described above). This really hurt me, and it made me feel like I was beyond fixing, that there was some evil or sickness in me that couldn't be helped. I still can't understand how she could take my money for years and then abandon me when I needed her the most, without even telling me why.
Sorry for the long post. I know this thread wasn't asking for an autobiography but I felt the need to get this out. At this point I feel like I've been cursed in life, and it's difficult not to blame myself for a lot of this horrible shit. I don't even know how I'd even begin digging myself out of the hole I've ended up in.
I was robbed as a teenager by a street thug. Made me sad that the guy was so desperate, so down on his luck he'd rob me vs someone like a business man. I actually tracked him down over the subsequent days to ask why he did it. Was threatened with violence so I left.I was being robbed at knife point around 5 years ago. It was ironic because I had already contemplated suicide before that day. Instead of taunting the thief to stab me death, my survival instinct kicked in. I lost my phone, all hard earned money in my wallet, expensive glasses in my small bag, and worst of all, my important id card plus driver's licence.
It was traumatic. I couldn't go to work the next day (I just skipped work without notice). It took me weeks to re-made my id, driver's licence, old phone number. It was long process, ton of works here and there. I didn't buy new glasses (expensive ). I stopped wearing one until now even though my vision is horrible.
I didn't even bother to report this to the police. Police are useless (not to mention corrupted). That's pretty much an axiom here in my country. Needless to say, this event destroyed my faith in humanity.
Being born with Aspergers and being cursed with social anxiety, general anxiety, and of course being an Asian male in the west. While it is not all bad in other aspects of life, my social life and romance/sex life is basically fucked given my parameters and circumstances.