I didn't do well at school, either

I hated most subjects, most teachers, and the so called " class mates" hated me.

eventually, I was asked to leave by the headmistress (yes, asked to leave).

I think part of it was because of my panic attacks (she viewed them as very disruptive), and the other was that I was in hospital for long stretches of time, missing out on so much work- and at the rate I remembered things (or didn't), it would have taken me a decade to catch up to the other children

I felt like a failure too. it was bad enough that I didn't have any qualifications, but being told " you can't work", well that was basically it... so much for my dream of becoming a theme park engineer/ technitian.
I was abused a lot too (parents), and I'd love to wake up 1 day and forget the trauma

but, I don't think it's going to happen. this is my family we're talking about. their's no second family, their's no choosing a new one, for the rest of my life I have to live with the fact



I think another thing that makes it so hard to forget the past (at least for me), is the fact that new things (new traumatic things) keep happening in my life.

their is always something to think about