I'm not very social in real life, but I'm not used to it since the diagnosis was made very late, when I was 17 or something.
I had a normal youth apart from being labeled a loner because of that.
Confession Session - LOCK THIS THREAD
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hmmm, I see. that's very interesting and informative. I'm sorry for any unfair treatment you guys got. :/ Thanks for telling me all this!
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The capitalise thing i can see why,and i will change it..
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You seem to…..write one short sentence per paragraph only and somehow that's visualy agravating for me . Dunno why , it just is .
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Confession
I really like almost everything that's somehow connected to some kind of fantasy thing. Like dragons, I've got 16 of them. Plus, if everything goes well, I'll get a Dragon Dagger and an amulet for Christmas. Also, I enjoy reading fantasy books. And I write fantasy stories. And I like fantasy games: Morrowind, Sacred, Heretic (old, but great)
I don't know anybody in my family who likes fantasy things as I do. It's also pretty bad that I've got nobody to talk about these things here. There are a few things, for example my brother and I like a game, we could discuss it. But that's it.Oh, and sometimes, when I'm doing my French homework, I look at a word, I know how to say it in English but not my own language (I understand what it means, but can't find the word). I have to look it up in a dictionary. It can be annoying but funny too.
There's one more, but I'm afraid it's too secret for you. Maybe one day.
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this is just a exemple
@Nolus:I really like almost everything that's somehow connected to some kind of fantasy thing. Like dragons, I've got 16 of them. Plus, if everything goes well, I'll get a Dragon Dagger and an amulet for Christmas. Also, I enjoy reading fantasy books. And I write fantasy stories. And I like fantasy games: Morrowind, Sacred, Heretic (old, but great)
I don't know anybody in my family who likes fantasy things as I do. It's also pretty bad that I've got nobody to talk about these things here. There are a few things, for example my brother and I like a game, we could discuss it. But that's it.For me,This is a paragraph,
When i put the "….." it dosen´t mean it a paragraph.
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I'm noticing a lot of people have Aspergers around here.
I also show some signs of Autism, but fortunately, I'm just Hyperactive, still bad, though :P -
@No:
You seem to…..write one short sentence per paragraph only and somehow that's visualy agravating for me . Dunno why , it just is .
Know what annoys me ? People who put a space between the end of a word and a full stop , or comma .
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You guys are all retarded.
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Know what annoys me ? People who put a space between the end of a word and a full stop , or comma .
I try to avoid it looking too cramped .
I remember I used to not put any spaces in my sentences and I'm stil ashamed of it . :(
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@MLG:
I agree with you.
Know another thing that annoys me? People who post a whole post, much like yours.
Reminds me of this;
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For some reason, I avoid eye contact with people when I'm talking. I noticed I've been becoming very edgey lately.
I can be too nice to people. One time, my family went to a Chinese buffet. On our way out, there was a homeless guy standing outside the main entrance. He asked us for money to get himself something to eat. He looked suspicious, since he was wearing aviator sunglasses and didn't look all that dirty. He had a plastic bag of some of his belongings. It didn't occur to me at first, so I offered to help him out. I opened my wallet right in front of him. He was drooling at the credit card I had in there. There was no physical money in my wallet, so I wasn't able to help him. If it weren't for my dad being outside with me, I would have gotten robbed for sure. Luckily, my wallet was also chained to the side of my pants. I felt really stupid afterwards, because that guy could have been a wanted or just dressed as a homeless guy so he can eat for free. There have been reports of theft around the same area as the buffet. To anyone reading this, just be careful about who you give money to.
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This isn't the "bitch at folks and make them feel small" thread. If you can't say something constructive in a polite tone, then keep it to yourself. This is not directed at folks sharing something that bothers them in a polite way–I'm talking about folks being a bit mean.
And as a general rule, personal pet peeve of mine, but noone should use the term "retarded" unless they are properly informed of all the nuances and know what the hell they are truly saying. It's quite a loaded word for a lot of people.
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I think Sakonosolo (or whatever it's spelled) was just joking.
[hide]Confession part 1. How I think about people. I will be blunt and maybe a dick.Cuddle the dark: Above mediocre intellect. He can grasp abstract concept well and has a deadpan kind of humor. Sometime too deadpan. Probably very quiet in real life. Somewhat dull and monotonous even when he tries not to be. He is not complicated. On the other hand, pretty simple. Sounds old, but not in the "wise old man" sense. Simply lack of life force and youthful energy. His life seems to have numbed some of his sharpness. He often feels insecure and is in need of affirmation to feel better about himself. But he has a good heart. Typical of a nice atheist nerd.
Robby Bevard: Considerable intellect. Solid verbal skill. He is the explaining guy. He can understand what is going on and graps difficult concepts and explain them in an easy-to-understand language. This, however, make his style less subtle, though generally his humor is calm and playful. He is careful and deliberate. That, however, doesn't prevent him from making rash judgement sometimes. He has many experience and knowledge to share, and one of the most emotionally balanced, which make senses with his age. On the other side of the coin, he doesn't express lofty ambition and seems not be striving something big in the future.
Holy Beast: Exceptional intellect. This person is a puzzle, a fleeting shadow. She is an enigma who can understand common sense perfectly. I have never seen anyone who can balance so well between being weird and being normal, being formal and being intimately playfully. She has pushed the concept of "playfulness" to a new level. Her humor is subtle, clever, sharp and yet youthful and lively. This all the more make it surprisingly refreshing to see her so… genuinely sincere and friendly with many. Somehow she is ingenious, but she defeats the normal archetype of "eccentric genius". She has enough self-awareness not to pose, and doesn't cover her insecurity too much. As a friend she is understanding, caring and sensitive. She would open up some of her feelings quite sincerely, but warn you in a subtle way that she is not begging for pity or anything, and she almost never came here to seek advice.
Monkey King: Exceptional intellect. He expresses himself strongly and applies a great deal of profanity in his hiphop humor style, which fortunately is backed by strong logic and impressive knowledge. Very argumentative and too sure of himself. He is ruthless to strangers on the Internet but kind to his 'comrades-in-arm'.
Kenny: Considerable intellect. He is not only the thinking man, but also the feeling man. He is mature and immature. He is an intellectual thug, understanding and insightful but blunt and rough. He has a burning heart yearning for love and goodness of humanity. He is pure fire. If the greatness of a mind is determined by the depth of its suffering, then this young man here, in my opinion, is one of the most profound human beings of his age, and he is more passionate and honest than most people I know.
Hiroy: Considerable intellect. He is a rock. He seems simple and honest but can deliver clever jabs. The humor of his posting and his comics are every different. His posting is deadpan, cutting and sarcastic, while his comics are cute, childlike and sweet. He is self-conscious, has a strong sense of dignity which is touching. He doesn't have much artistic talent but his passion made up for that.
I survived the Buster Call: Considerable intellect. She is a good mom and that seems to be sufficient to describe her. Kind, considerate, understanding and accepting. A gentle stream. She is not every "to the point", but she can express herself in a very formal yet sweet way. Humor is not her forte, but she is very capable of being positive and appreciating humor.
Silence: Considerable intellect. He can understand and explain well. Somehow he is kinda like Robby, but more blunt, youthful, serious, straightforward and less formal. He is a good friend.
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sak was joking , about the other one i dont know
if not he just proves he is a idiot , so whatever
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@Aegir:
I think Sakonosolo (or whatever it's spelled) was just joking.
Yes, knowing him from other threads, I suspect he was, as well, (I know you're a nice guy, Sako) but given that it is a thread full of people with Aspergers and Autism–folks rather famous for taking things very literally--it was a poorly timed joke, and again, the term just bothers me on a personal level.
And FTR, he was not to only person to whom I was directing my post, lol.
So don't worry Aegir dear, and you either, Mette. K? I love you all. Gotta go to work now. Be good while I'm gone, LOL!
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@I:
given that it is a thread full of people with Aspergers and Autism–folks rather famous for taking things very literally--it was a poorly timed joke
yeah, i took his post seriously straight away and i was about to launch into a wall-of-text attack before i saw the edit note that told us he was kidding.
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When I was little I showed signs of Aspergers, but now I'm like on the complete other side.
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It was a perfectly timed joke.
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@I:
I suspect he was, as well
There's no need to "suspect" he was kidding when he explicitly stated "Just kidding everyone :p" in his edit note, made the same minute he wrote the initial post.
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@Badass:
There's no need to "suspect" he was kidding when he explicitly stated "Just kidding everyone :p" in his edit note, made the same minute he wrote the initial post.
Well I stand corrected Sno. Obviously having a bad hair day, so I apologize Sak, for missing your edit note. I usually don't say anything when I see joking use of offensive langauge–different strokes and all--but since I missed your note, it struck me totally wrong and I reacted, so again, sorry.
--however, FTR, as I stated several times, it is a personal pet peeve of mine, so I confess I don't like it anyway, even as a joke. (shrug)
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I think my brain might be a stew of depression, Asperger's and emotional disturbance.
It leads to some very unique ideas about the world and how it works.
I also have a very hard time talking to people. I can't really tell if I stopped trying to communicate with others because I'm pissed off about the society around me or if I just plain gave up.
It might be both. At least I'm better off than a lot of other people out there who can't even hold down a job because their social skills are even worse than mine.
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@Cuddles:
It leads to some very unique ideas about the world and how it works.
I know what you mean, i think that i see the world very differently to my friends and my peers.
@Cuddles:I also have a very hard time talking to people. I can't really tell if I stopped trying to communicate with others because I'm pissed off about the society around me or if I just plain gave up.
It might be both.i can't talk to strangers very well unless they're nice to me and they give me a warm aura. otherwise i'll just clam up and get nervous.
and god forbid anyone acts like an asshole to me.
i don't care for "social standing" or "superiority" so i WILL curse out anyone at all who pisses me off.when i was in school i used to draw comics in class, and one day my math teacher snatched my comic from under me and tore it up and threw it away.
i gave a loud "fuck you!" with a slammed fist on the table.
he told me to get out, as expected. but i was still mad, so in a rage i picked up my chair and threw it across the classroom at him, knocking him to the ground.
i picked up my bag and ditched for the rest of the class.in the afternoon i was called into the principal's office….
but because of my asperger's influencing my emotions i didn't get expelled for attacking the teacher.Needless to say we never saw eye to eye anymore after that. Thank god it wasn't exam year, because i never paid attention again for the rest of the term, copying my friend's bookwork to make it look like i was doing something.
I couldn't forgive the bastard for ripping up something that meant a LOT to me. (possibly because of the aspergers, but i cherish my creations and thrive off them. it's why i almost broke down when i lost my whole folder of the things in school)
@Cuddles:At least I'm better off than a lot of other people out there who can't even hold down a job because their social skills are even worse than mine.
I haven't found work yet so we'll see how that goes for me.
i guess i haven't been exactly trying hard to look for work either. the concept scares me.
i want to stay inside and play video games because it makes me HAPPY.i dread what my life will be like when my parents die.
If i don't find love and get myself a family somehow, i will be screwed.Reason: i'm emotionally dependant.
EDIT: one more thing…
> God, middle school was horrible for me
in your american terms, the worst period of my life was 'elementary' school.
I've posted these before but…
Avoided like the plague and called a freak by 98% of the students. Tripped, punched, taunted. Tied up in jump rope and left with no one coming to help throughout all of recess because they were scared of being targetted. Smashed over the head with an ice block during winter. spat on.
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@MDL:
I know what you mean, i think that i see the world very differently to my friends and my peers.
i can't talk to strangers very well unless they're nice to me and they give me a warm aura. otherwise i'll just clam up and get nervous.
and god forbid anyone acts like an asshole to me.
i don't care for "social standing" or "superiority" so i WILL curse out anyone at all who pisses me off.Whenever I walk in public, I cannot even do that.
People who approach me impersonally I'm already apprehensive of, but if a total stranger approaches me with a smile and is looking directly at me, I just want to shout "Back the fuck off! I don't want what you're selling!"
Also, I personally hate bowing to an authority who oversteps their bounds as well.when i was in school i used to draw comics in class, and one day my math teacher snatched my comic from under me and tore it up and threw it away.
i gave a loud "fuck you!" with a slammed fist on the table.
he told me to get out, as expected. but i was still mad, so in a rage i picked up my chair and threw it across the classroom at him, knocking him to the ground.
i picked up my bag and ditched for the rest of the class.in the afternoon i was called into the principal's office….
but because of my asperger's influencing my emotions i didn't get expelled for attacking the teacher.Needless to say we never saw eye to eye anymore after that. Thank god it wasn't exam year, because i never paid attention again for the rest of the term, copying my friend's bookwork to make it look like i was doing something.
I couldn't forgive the bastard for ripping up something that meant a LOT to me. (possibly because of the aspergers, but i cherish my creations and thrive off them. it's why i almost broke down when i lost my whole folder of the things in school)
Hahahaha! You remind me of myself when I was in my middle schools days.
The only difference is that whenever I threw something, I (un)fortunately missed. Textbook was my preferred choice of weapon in this case.I haven't found work yet so we'll see how that goes for me.
i guess i haven't been exactly trying hard to look for work either. the concept scares me.
i want to stay inside and play video games because it makes me HAPPY.i dread what my life will be like when my parents die.
If i don't find love and get myself a family somehow, i will be screwed.Reason: i'm emotionally dependant.
My situation is barely any better. I've got no practical skills and no one big wants to hire a writer. I'm still living in my mom's house (I do pay rent, however).
If it helps, overcoming these problems aren't impossible. They just always need work. I was terrified whenever I went to a new job, but once you make it part of your routine it becomes more boring than anything. Once you find out that you can learn new things, it can become easier.EDIT: one more thing…
in your american terms, the worst period of my life was 'elementary' school.
I've posted these before but...
Avoided like the plague and called a freak by 98% of the students. Tripped, punched, taunted. Tied up in jump rope and left with no one coming to help throughout all of recess because they were scared of being targetted. Smashed over the head with an ice block during winter. spat on.
i hated school for different reasons than kids my age, that's for sure...Ow. I hope those kids got run over by a car.
The worst I remember is just getting hit in the back of the head by about half a dozen fists and getting a pencil tip stabbed into my cheek (it wasn't too deep, just only broke the skin), and having my patience eroded slowly and painfully over the course of two years.
That led to a lot of blow ups I tell you what. I actually got kicked out of my middle school, and if my dad hadn't worked hard to get me transferred to another middle school, I'd have ended up in alternative schooling. -
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did anyone realize the genius of momsen123's post.
i feel like brett favre, way i keep coming back
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i got a B in physics when i thought i got a C. feels good. but i got a B in sociology when i thought i got an A. and from that i feel like shit.
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Today i saw a quite queer quartet of quivering quails who quietly quickened in their quip quoting quest.
jk
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I'm terrified of balloons. That is, I'm terrified of them popping. I don't mind if I know when they're going to pop, but every time a balloon is around that I'm not in control of I get kinda nervous.
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i thought i was the only one, nice to know that i'm not. whenever i see a little kid squeezing a balloon, i cover my ears and screw up my face >.>
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ok, um well I have a few things that I really wanna get off my chest:
The hard stuff
! I was tormented by teachers and students alike during years 1-6 due to behaving differently, which came to a point when I was sexually assaulted by some guys shoving their dicks down my throat during a camping trip, and due to being raised innocently, ie not taught about how bad that sort of stuff is, those boys only got a 30 day suspension, and serious detention time.
! During my first few years of high school I was very confused because of that incident, and I wouldn't let anybody get close to me. This became difficult when dating my second girlfriend, as well as school, once getting into a fight when some guy just playfully touched me on the leg. This also became a problem when trying to help out a friend who was getting crap for being gay. Their idea to stop it was to have me, their only confident faux-date them so that they didn't appear gay.
! By the time of my school social, and going out with a boy who'd had their eye on me for a while, I was starting to become comfortable with my identity again. Starting to go back to being bi instead of just into girls.
! It was also during my confusion period that I had stopped eating anything, and was starving myself. Thanks to my friends I have started to eat again, and if I don't eat at least 51% of my meals I will start to relapse.The medium stuff
! After moving schools and breaking up with my second girlfriend, and before getting together with my on-again-off-again boyfriend, I had fallen in love with one of my best friends, but she ended up with one of my other best friends. For two years I spent most of my time helping out their relationship in small ways to the point that when we went our separate ways after graduating, I had hoped to have made it strong enough for them to last.
! After those two long years, we, all my friends and myself, I had 'passed on' all remaining feelings I had for the friend unto her boyfriend, whether or not he received them, I don't know. If I had a certain DF, I would know. I still keep in contact with that friend of mine…
! Sometimes I still worry about those two, and not because I'm a self-sacrificing friend, but because I don't want to have gone through all that pain just for them to break up.
! It was due to my friends that I finally accepted myself as myself once more, and they are my greatest treasures.
! I like to cross dress, ever since I was put into that scenario by my friends due to a Shakespeare play rehearsal. I found out that I looked exactly like my cousin, and I liked the feel that the clothes gave me. Although I am still a novice, and have only worn gender-neutral, unisex, and clothes that bring out my natural androgynous looks, I am starting to look more like my cousin's dirty blond twin.The easy stuff
! I was told of a brand new gaming system being developed in Japan when I was six years old, by my neighbor. To this day I have never told anybody what he told me, and even though at that age I was impressionable, I knew he was lying, hence why I never told anybody. And yet looking back he described a body suit version of the Kinect.
! I have a video gaming addiction. Of course it's only with video games that allow me to be as evil as I want that really make me zone out to everything.
! My longest gaming session at once was nine hours, without a break, on Kingdom Hearts. It was this that session made me a gaming addict. I only realized that I had an addiction was after playing Fable II from about 6:30 am to 2 pm. I had stopped because I was hungry after having nothing to eat since lunch the previous day, and I was still in my unmentionables.
! I am attracted like most, by a first impression, and for me it's either how they make me feel safe and secure preserving the cute little kid still trying to hang in there, or that they are so cute that I feel I need to protect them. Of course if it's both, ie there's the desire to protect them, and knowing that they can protect the little child in me, then I'm doubly attracted to them. Other factors that attract me to a person are their personalities, and, for lack of a better term, which way they rub me.
! There are sometimes where I may agree on everything with a person, but just from the way they 'rubbed me' I didn't have any interaction beyond necessary.
! I was attracted to at least five people based on these individual factors.And that's all I have to confess
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I don't really have any "deep" things to confess.
I deeply care for certain objects.
Like my TV, its' remote control, my car, my computer, my mouse, my ring/necklace, certain gaming consoles … I didn't recieve any of those things for a "special" reason or anything, plus I bought most of them myself. They are just normal things that I use/wear pretty much every day which could be easily replaced. But when they break down I'm always a bit heart broken. It's not that I feel like crying or whatever, it's not that intense (the exception proves the rule), but I do care. A lot more than most people would. I also gave my car a name (and a gender, for that matter).
I just had to part with my TV. I actually petted it and whispered a "Goodbye" before letting go. I still refused to get myself a flat screen, by the way. Hate 'em.I also like to "talk" with my car, games etc. I do that very often. Like while trying to defeat a boss, I'd yell at him to effin die already. Or when my computer is awfully slow I urge it to be faster.
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@Nia:
I also like to "talk" with my car, games etc. I do that very often. Like while trying to defeat a boss, I'd yell at him to effin die already. Or when my computer is awfully slow I urge it to be faster.
But I guess that's fairly normal.I also do that. For example, when playing Sacred with my Battle Mage, I usually shout at him when he's half dead and saying things like: "You're no match for me". Stupid mage.
And sometimes, I talk to my dragons.Confession: uhm.. not sure how to say this but… here, there's one channel that still airs Smurfs at weekends. And I always watch it. I even have a Smurf plush. It's interesting because I'm rather fond of more serious things. But Smurfs will always be my favourite, no matter what.
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Alright, big Emo-Talk ahead.
Don’t look if you can’t stand emo-talk, just want to make fun of me or want to use that shit against me. Thanks.
Ok, douchebag ahead~
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Oh damn, forgive my long text about nothing. I feel so fucking stupid. goes hiding in her bed
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! - I'm 18, was in my last year of school (4 month before finishing) and I just got expelled. My parents doesn't know yet. My mom will kick me out of the house for sure. I'm not sure if I give a damn or not. I feel so ridiculously calm.
- I used to be a cutter and exercize-bulimic, stopped about 4 months ago. Kinda… The only one who know is my mother. She knows some.
- I talk to myself... A lot.
- I don't think I have a personality. It's weird, probably not true, but people don't... I dunno. 'eff it.
- I don't hang out with people. And I feel kinda guilty when they try to make me. Kinda. I don't get me. I want to. But don't.
- ? Okay. That's it I guess. My little confession thingy.
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why would she kick you out? does she get angry a lot or something?
because my mom would only be very disappointed, and would then try and help make it right by finding me a new school.surely it's just a case of retaking the leaving year at a different school?
or appealling against your expulsion together with your parents?though i guess it depends on what you got expelled for… can you tell us what it was?
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She have.. temper, but she means it well, I'm sure of that. Education is like her berserk button (from lack of better expressions). And I know she will kick me out. She told me so, and… Yeah, she will do it.
And it's because of an important paper. Long story, kinda complicated, kinda boring. And probably for not showing at times. So it wasn't uncalled for really. Nor surprising. But still... I dunno.
Meh. It will be fine.
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i've never heard of someone getting expelled for such a trivial thing as a paper o.O
but i guess it makes more sense if you know the story lol.
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It was really really really important… My god what have I DONE?! :/
.. Oh well. v.v I'll be in the corner realizing stuff... G'day...
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I still ache for a teddy bear I lost nearly two years ago.
I can't quite place this sense of loss. I was able to 'shut it out' and not let it bleed into my life, but sometimes it just chokes me up out of nowhere. I was intending on that bear going into my grave with me. Would have taken it with me my whole life, it was like another part of me.
The expensive camera I left in the very same bag is a minor annoyance in comparison.Since then I've tried 'replacing' her (alike Merry/Sunny-go) with a cuddly Extinctable. It's helping, even though I still miss my ted some nights. I'm just wondering how far I'll carry this one?
Haha, emotional attachment to inanimate objects isn't a new thing with me :ninja: If I was angry sometimes, I'd punch the big bear that I had- suddenly I'd imagine it crying, and have to hug it better while feeling terrible.
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that's so frikkin sweet ;_;
damn, i'm a sucker for emotional attachment stories lol.
when i was little i had no friends so i used a stuffed stegosaurus with multicolored skin as my best friend.
he helped me through some dark times, especially when i was frequently bullied.luckily though, i still have him stored up in the attic. i haven't lost him yet.
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It was really really really important… My god what have I DONE?! :/
.. Oh well. v.v I'll be in the corner realizing stuff... G'day...
Wow that sounds scary. I, like everyone else here, am no expert in these things, and probably the best I can offer you is good wishes and prayers, if you take that sort of thing.
What if you talk to your mom about how much you suddenly realized–that you understand the gravity of the situation, and want to come up with a plan to do better? Any chance that maybe she'll come around? She does what she does, as you've said, because she cares deeply about your future and is scared for you. If she agrees to help and give you one more chance, you'd need some additional help, IMHO, like therapy--and I'll mention that again later. You are right--this is a crisis. I'm hoping that if you show your mom that you are aware of that and that you really want to change for the better, but you need help to do so, she may be willing to try once more. You deserve the chance it would give you as much as anyone.
In the meantime, are there any places where you can go? Shelters for youth, or the like? Some emergency phone number to call? A local church group or home? A relative or friend who may let you sleep on the couch?
And this is what I mean by additional help--even if you end up able to stay home with your mom, and if you aren't getting some already, try to find some counceling/therapy. White knuckling your way through serious stuff is really hard, and a good, competent therapist can make it easier. Were you in counceling or therapy to get help with the cutting and excercise bulimia? It really sounds as if you need some help sorting through some of your emotional baggage. Once you manage a little of that, it seems as if the school may be more open to reviewing your case--I sure hope so.
Good luck! You will be in my thoughts.
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I'm good at putting emotions in a tiny box and shut it down.
For example the thing with my grandma 2 days ago. The first half hour after I knew she was dead, were awful but then I just told myself "don't think about it, don't get yourself drowned" so I put all the bad feeling in the box. I distract myself a lot now so I won't think about it. I know it might not be healthy but I can't help myself.
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Back when I used to be (admittedly) a sexual harasser in a middle school up in maine, I once told something to a female classmate (classified) about a dream about sleeping with her. That very same day, I was given a restraining order, and I nearly got sued by her parents. Still haunts me to this very day.
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I want to confess that I like One Piece!!
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I seem to be weird with clothes.
I'll always wear socks to bed, but otherwise I seldom wear them.
I almost never wear shirts during the summer outside of work.
Year round, I will always wear jeans. I love jeans.
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I seem to be weird with clothes.
I'll always wear them to bed, but otherwise I seldom wear them.
I almost never wear shirts during the summer outside of work.
Year round, I will always wear jeans. I love jeans.
not a bad thing, you know :ninja:
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Speaking of clothes, minor confession.
I have not worn a long-sleeve shirt in thirteen years, except for formal suits and stuff.
I have another confession or three regarding clothes, but it has to do with me being an insecure lowlife.