I agree with you. It seems like the suffering never ends when I think of the times I was made fun of for my interests and for my speech and mannerisms and times I was called selfish and once being made to apologize. Those memories have burned into my brain, and there's hardly any escape at all. I feel like it'll stick with me as long as I'm alive. It NEVER really ends EVER. It seems like I'll never heal. I don't know why I feel that way. My gloominess about all this is beginning to set in now that I'm over forty. When you realize that you can't make it all better and it doesn't get better.