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Originally Posted by Steiner of Thule
This 12 year old is pitying me. I'm practically 10 years older and this guy is pitying me. I feel a mix of shame. He comes to my room first thing and he's like "what are you doin?" I lie and say "Oh. Hi. Didn't know you were here." His parents and grandma came over too. I'm like oh. I go out and sit on the couch trying not to be noticed. *Invisible* Of course my parents try to encourage interaction. "Come out and socialize!"
Eventually I hide away.
The 12 year old starts trying to small talk me. "How are your friends." First question. He thinks I have no friends. *He's right!!* I respond, "They're fine I think." Haven't talked to them in over 3 years. "How's school?" I'm still not applied for classes. I of course lie again. "School is good." He then says oh okay, I'll just leave you here to your youtube and stuff." I was watching youtube stuff when he walked in.
I'm being shamed for how I am.
I may as well stop taking these meds.
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Steiner of Thule, relating to other people can be challenging especially when you don't feel good. The meds are helping you from sinking further into despair.
You know what really impresses me about your post. People love you, all the anxiety and anger, they still love you.
That 12 year old was expressing love in the only way he knew how. Pretty wonderful little person. That wasn't pity in his eyes. It was love.
I know 10,000 people that would be overjoyed to have one person love them. You are a lucky person in ways you may not now know.