littlestars
Bronze Member
My mother called me pathetic today because I collect disability money each month. If I could hold down a job and didn't suffer daily, I wouldn't even be making this post or be a member.
It really hurt. I yelled at her, stormed off and went home. No one takes me seriously. She said that at my age it's pathetic to receive the amount of money I get each month. I won't be able to afford a house or anything. She was so mean. I'm already heartbroken. It amazes me that I could break even more. I won't be able to have things that make up a fulfilling life.
I have tried to have romantic relationships, but I have give up on them for so many reasons. I gave up on having any sort of relationship with my family (my mother and remaining brother, my oldest brother passed away and was the only one I connected with and he understood me... and actually cared.)
I can't help but feel abandoned and alone with all of these issues and then to be spoken to like that. I already felt pathetic enough. I felt like hurting myself. I thought about killing myself in the future because I can't have a normal life. There are days where I just need to rest, sleep, eat, and try to have no stimuli at all just so my heart rate doesn't go up and I start to get symptoms.
To add to all of this, in the past two weeks, I have run into people from high school and it has been stressful. I also went swimming and was triggered several times and treated rudely by complete strangers. And to top it all off, a creep tried to follow me as I was leaving, so I had to call the cops.
I just don't see the point anymore. I don't have any human connections and probably won't. I'm so awkward because I barely interact with anyone. I'm so upset. I can't live this way anymore. Especially since there isn't any love in my life except the affection I get from my two cats and my dog. I don't know what to do anymore. Just about everyone I encounter is mean to me or has some sort of hidden agenda. The only person that hugs me is my therapist. I haven't seen her in a month.
I feel like crying. I sort of did earlier, but that won't fix my problems. I'm hoping that maybe I can sleep for a bit and maybe I will feel less bad. I don't know. Half of my life has been treatment for me. I feel like I haven't gotten very far... I'm so hurt. I feel like giving up.
It really hurt. I yelled at her, stormed off and went home. No one takes me seriously. She said that at my age it's pathetic to receive the amount of money I get each month. I won't be able to afford a house or anything. She was so mean. I'm already heartbroken. It amazes me that I could break even more. I won't be able to have things that make up a fulfilling life.
I have tried to have romantic relationships, but I have give up on them for so many reasons. I gave up on having any sort of relationship with my family (my mother and remaining brother, my oldest brother passed away and was the only one I connected with and he understood me... and actually cared.)
I can't help but feel abandoned and alone with all of these issues and then to be spoken to like that. I already felt pathetic enough. I felt like hurting myself. I thought about killing myself in the future because I can't have a normal life. There are days where I just need to rest, sleep, eat, and try to have no stimuli at all just so my heart rate doesn't go up and I start to get symptoms.
To add to all of this, in the past two weeks, I have run into people from high school and it has been stressful. I also went swimming and was triggered several times and treated rudely by complete strangers. And to top it all off, a creep tried to follow me as I was leaving, so I had to call the cops.
I just don't see the point anymore. I don't have any human connections and probably won't. I'm so awkward because I barely interact with anyone. I'm so upset. I can't live this way anymore. Especially since there isn't any love in my life except the affection I get from my two cats and my dog. I don't know what to do anymore. Just about everyone I encounter is mean to me or has some sort of hidden agenda. The only person that hugs me is my therapist. I haven't seen her in a month.
I feel like crying. I sort of did earlier, but that won't fix my problems. I'm hoping that maybe I can sleep for a bit and maybe I will feel less bad. I don't know. Half of my life has been treatment for me. I feel like I haven't gotten very far... I'm so hurt. I feel like giving up.