Tell me your life story.

[Kibblre]

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I read it and I found it really interesting. I hope it will all go for the better between you and Cara. And it does feel good to write it all down, doesn't it? lol

Thanks, and it does. Like I said, I found it easier to type it here than it is to actually say it since for the most part, including the people I know here, you're all complete strangers and I'll never most likely see any of you in real life.

[JohnRedWolf87]

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Very interesting stories from all of you, and I wish you all the best.

I attempted to write something. However, I find that I have poor structure when it comes to covering such a broad period of time. My thoughts and ideas are all over the place.

[psychoangel691]

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Very interesting stories from all of you, and I wish you all the best.

I attempted to write something. However, I find that I have poor structure when it comes to covering such a broad period of time. My thoughts and ideas are all over the place.

I have the same problem.

Haven't gotten to read much yet, prob will once the lil ones are sleeping.

[Herogashix]

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[nutshell]One mistake after another.[/nutshell]

[Reincarnate]

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I am curious if anyone else's mother fits this profile?

http://parrishmiller.com/narcissists.html

And I don't mean just one or two points, but like damn near all (like 22+)

[Herogashix]

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I am curious if anyone else's mother fits this profile?

http://parrishmiller.com/narcissists.html

And I don't mean just one or two points, but like damn near all (like 22+)

Dingding.

edit; didn't read them all, but I skimmed the first few sentences of the points, and they matched pretty well. Gonna read over now though.

[justin_ator]

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I'd come back to this but I generally don't like spilling guts on my life story anymore because I just feel like I'm fishing for someone to feel bad for me. Most of the time when I was looking for someone to pity me or care about what was going on, I was met more with disapproval and ridicule for a lot of it. So yeah. I dunno. Nothing really out of the ordinary in my life.

[Reincarnate]

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Sometimes it can be therapeutic to share stories simply because it helps you feel less alone when you see other people have gone through similar things. It can also help you heal / rationalize your wounds / etc. It doesn't necessarily have to be about seeking pity. People who've gone through shitty upbringings (such as myself) don't need pity. It's nice to hear that other people can sympathize, sure, but ultimately it's about figuring out how to seek closure for the past and how to move forward in the future.

[FFR4EVA_00]

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I'd come back to this but I generally don't like spilling guts on my life story anymore because I just feel like I'm fishing for someone to feel bad for me. Most of the time when I was looking for someone to pity me or care about what was going on, I was met more with disapproval and ridicule for a lot of it. So yeah. I dunno. Nothing really out of the ordinary in my life.

oh cool you took the thoughts out of my head and worded them like shit
although i also don't like thinking about the past because it makes me dwell on how my "actions" have completely fucked me

[justin_ator]

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oh cool you took the thoughts out of my head and worded them like shit

feel free to reword and write your own post next time? lol

[mi40]

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nah dudes high school is a sack of shit
play all day smoke weed everrrday yolo

jk everybody who's in hi skool or entering it (im lookin @ u 13/14s) try ure best...

[Ohaider]

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try your best and brace yourself for four years of waiting seven hours to go home on a daily basis

[blindreper1179]

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I'm bored as hell, so here goes what I can remember.

BORN- March 19, 1989, early morning about 8:30 I don't remember pretty much anything before kindergarten.

Except before I started school, one of my cousins went to read to me, and I said let me do it, and read him the book. He asked my mom if she knew I could read, and she didn't. I taught myself I guess.
That and my moms car stalled on a main road, and went to use a pay phone. While she was doing this, the car caught on fire, and I was still inside. Luckily she saved me. (obviously)

My only full brother was born Sept. 91. I was the perfect older brother! That surely did change as the years went by.

My dad's dad took me to cedar point. I remember staying in the hotel there and on one of the nights, I wet the bed. I was sharing the bed with my one of my cousins. He wasn't too pleased. I also pooped my swimming trunks in the pool. I didn't tell anyone and kept it there until we got back to the hotel room and put it in the toilet.

My parents weren't two pea's in a pod. They were always fighting. My dad is an alcoholic. Always has been. One night I remember looking out their bedroom door, and my dad was yelling at my mom. Next thing I know, he smacks her. I was stunned, I didn't know what to do... Fortunately my brother and I weren't abused physically.

Kindergarten-Went to three different schools. My parents split during the first. It sucked always being the new kid that young. Don't remember the first at all except I liked a girl. The second is a blur too, except that during recess we had a bowling set, and two other kids kept setting up the pins wrong and I kept yelling at them. The teacher said take turns setting them up however. I was so pissed. Yes teacher, let's promote wrong! Finally went to the third school and stayed there until end of fourth grade. Don't remember much, except there was three other people who had the same name as me, and a kid that ate paper. Around this time my mom notices that I pay attention to little details like rims on cars. (We were driving and my mom saw a van that looked like her sisters, and said "Is that Aunt kim?" and I reply, "No mom, the wheels are different."

My fifth birthday was awesome. I received a Sega and a Nintendo. Videogames taking over starts now.

First grade- I remember slightly being a teacher's pet. Talked to a few fellow students. Made my first best friend that I hung out with until high school graduation. Things I remember is calling home sick because I didn't know how to jump rope in gym class and didn't want to get made fun of. Dad wasn't pleased. A kid pulled off his nail because he hurt it the day before. First real gross thing I remember. Playing mouse trap, we got the green guy stuck in the ceiling. one of the girls I liked made me cry because she said the teacher didn't like me and wasn't going to let me leave school. This was the beginning of being picked on as it lasted until graduation of high school as well.

Second grade- Parents were getting divorced, lived with mom. I started writing her maiden name on my school work subconsciously. (My hate for my dad's side of my family was always known deep in me I suppose) She told me that wasn't my last name and to stop. We made a huge Green paper mache T-Rex. This turns out to be the only thing I ever stay after school for through schooling. During a field trip I wet myself around lunch, and didn't tell anyone all day. Sat in pee for the rest of the day. -_- First girl I liked that liked me back. We held hands on the bus and what have you. She said she liked the Packers, and I bought her a pacers pencil. _-_ (didn't like sports then or now)

I can't remember when exactly, but around this time, my mom was driving and the front passenger wheel went flying off. She spun out and we safely made it to a parking lot. To this day we both think my dad removed the lug nuts.

Third Grade-Divorce was finalized around this time. Got my first and only two detentions ever. One for fighting. I was being beaten up, and I got in trouble.... The other for throwing those pink erasers in art class. I was bored enough one day and found out how many licks it took to get to the chewy center of a tootsie pop. It was around 450, can't remember the exact number. I read Goosebumps in elementary, and that was it voluntarily wise. During recess one day, two boys were fighting, and I told them to stop. One of them thought it was a good idea to kick me in the private. I told the lunch lady and said I had to pee. I peed blood. My dad lived in Detroit around this time, and I saw black people for the first time there. I was scared of them right off the bat. My family isn't racist (that I know of, they didn't say racist things around me) so I don't know why that is. My brother and I would have to sleep on my dads water bed in the basement with him because we didn't have our own rooms. Being the drinker he is, he got up and pissed all over bags of clothes we had next to the bed. I was awake, I saw "it", I was/am scared. Most people are skeptics, but I would dream bits of the future up to this point or shortly after. It faded for sure before ten. I remembered almost all of my dreams, and a few I had at this time, would repeat until I was about 15.

Fourth Grade- First teacher I didn't like. I started to realize people on another level. As in characteristics and intentions. I was sick multiple times and threw up twice in school. One on the way to the bathroom. Nice long trail from classroom to bathroom. Another on the way to art class and almost threw up all over the kid in front of me. Good thing for hands!

Fifth Grade- At this point in life, I was forced to move into my dads house. Luckily he moved out of Detroit back into the same city where my mom lived, and where I reside now, Roseville. Unluckily, I had to live with him, my brother, aunt and uncle with 3 kids, and my grandma. Devil family. New elementary, new kid once again. Made some friends, one in a particular way. Story goes like so. I was with a group of kids and across the playground was one kid. They were making fun of him, and I said guys watch this. I walk to him, say don't mind them, I'll be your friend. As he drops his guard, I kick him in the balls, run back, and we all laugh. I apologized the next day, and we were best friends for quite some time. Pokemon started, and I was obsessed as any other kid. Had tons of cards, brought them to school to trade and play. Eventually they were banned. D: My dad made me play baseball. I hated it. I wouldn't bat during the games. Just turn and get hit by the ball. During a practice, my coach said to swing at the ball, so I did. The ball hits my finger and smashes it between the bat. It fractured my finger and you can see the stitches from the baseball on my finger. Had to get a splint, and to this day, I can't close it all the way anymore. During a recess session, I was playing football with a bunch of kids. My team scored, and we were all standing around. A kid shoves me from behind, making me fall. As I was falling, there was a kid on the ground. My eyebrow area of my skull hits his head, and my veins/eyelid instantly explode. I start crying holding my eye. Eventually the kids and lunch lady calm me down and pull my hands away. They look in fear as my eye is swollen shut. A bump about the size of a golf ball replaced my eye.

I'm done for now. If anyone wants to know more. I'll edit/post more. I've read some so far, and all I can say is, wow.

[PriestREA]

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Well here we go.
Hope y'all like it.

On April 24th, 1995, I was born in North York, ON - just a little while outside of downtown Toronto, to a seemingly loving and caring family. I say seemingly because they took quite good care of me as a child despite their neglectful ways as I got older. I moved to Houston in 1996, as my father had found a much better job (what he tells me). We lived in Twin Lakes, an extremely affluent area with million dollar homes. Suffice it to say, I was quite into the "upper-class" lifestyle.

My brother was born in Houston on June 5th, 1997. He was born well under normal weight (3 pounds 14 ounces?) and prematurely by around 3 weeks. For the first six months of his life, all seemed extremely well and my family seemed to be quite relieved that his premature birth had not caused any visible complications. Sadly, we were wrong. At the age of 6 months, my brother began to develop complications while breathing, raspy breath, shortness of breath etc. It was at this time we had taken him to a professional for a diagnosis/or lack of diagnosis to be made. We found out that my brother had Spinal Muscular Atrophy with Respiratory Distress type 1 (SMARD1). Very few children with SMARD live to the age of 10 years old, and they cited this fact while informing my parents how severe SMARD really was. He required full-time respiratory assistance from a ventilator, as doctors knew his condition would deteriorate. Believe it or not, my brother is still alive today at 16 years old. The doctors were wrong about that; however his condition has deteriorated rapidly. Soon my brother was crippled to the point of being bed-ridden, his only form of mobility was via wheelchair.

I don't remember much of my first years in school, except the time I pissed my pants while playing in the sandbox in kindergarten. I was sent home with a pair of pink corduroy pants and cried the entire night. It was probably at this time where I stopped pissing myself. I had no other incidents of leakage since that date.

Grade 2 (probably 2001 or 2002) saw me move to Calgary as my dad had found yet another job. I attended Stanley Jones Elementary for a portion of Grade 2, but transferred to another school since we moved areas in Calgary. The only notable memories I have were being called eraser kid (from my tendencies to eat the erasers off of pencils and chew the pencil afterwords), beaver (no explanation needed) and freakshow - after I was dragged out of a classroom by my mom because I threw a fit when someone stole my pokemon cards.

Captain John Palliser (my school for half of grade 2) was hardly eventful. All I remember there was calling my teacher mommy once and having my older cousin (in grade 6 at the moment) throw my new frisbee on top of a roof. I hated him for a little while because of that, but him and I look back at it and laugh hysterically.

Westmount Charter School was my school from Grade 3 all the way to my graduation which concluded in May of this year. This school brought some of my closest friends along but also my darkest moments. In grade 3, I met my best friend Jonathan. We literally got along because we made fart noises/burp noises on the table. Eventful story, isn't it? Jonathan and I became best of friends, despite me stabbing him with a pencil and being dragged out by the principal to his office. Anyways, I was pretty hyperactive at the time, but my parents had always thought it was just me being a kid. The summer of my Grade 3 year came, and I went to Lebanon to visit some of my family for six weeks. Lebanon was awesome, I started to play Counter-Strike 1.5 in an Internet Cafe and got into it really quickly. It was that year I started to play Counter-Strike all the time on my father's shitty Dell computer.

Grade 4 came along, and so did PokemonCrater. Jonathan and I would play PokemonCrater practically every day in class when the teacher wasn't looking. Soon we got a bunch of other friends into it. My most prized possession was a level 100 shiny Flygon, until my friend Fabian tried to show me a trick which ended up releasing my Flygon. We're still friends despite my hatred toward him in Grade 4.

I continued to play Counter-Strike and Runescape extensively through Grade 4 all the way until Grade 8. Grades 5 and 6 weren't too memorable, but Grade 7 is where my life basically became a clusterfuck. By grade 7, I was extremely overweight, weighing in at something short of 300 pounds - I may have even broke that mark. I thought nothing of it, played some World of Warcraft and Counter-Strike, and continued on my merry way. That is... until the bullying in Grade 7 started. Fatty, lardo, Jupiter (I laugh at that nickname now), I heard it all, but names were something I could brush off. That's until the physical abuse started. There are countless times where I'd have my head down waiting for the morning class to begin and some asshole would always come and staple me in the back, I'm pretty sure there might be a mark there. He also stapled me in the back of the neck and in the hand. This guy was a complete douche to me. Sometimes while walking in the hallway, him and his hockey buddies would slash at my shins and cut them open pretty badly. I took it upon myself to finish school and get the fuck out and go home. Home wasn't any better. My parents were also terrible about my weight, calling me the same names that they would call me in school. I would always have some days with shitty moods before this, but it was at this time where the mood shifts were well noticed and well documented (within my brain, at least). My suicidal ideations came to light on an evening where multiple kids from my school began to post an email from my inbox telling a girl I liked her. Someone went on my computer while I was working on it in the library (the school wouldn't allow you to lock them) and printed out multiple copies of the email, forwarding it to other students as well. Soon, the email was plastered everywhere in the school. I cried and cried that night, thinking I would take my life. I posted one of those statuses on Facebook asking for help, and was willing to talk about my problems to someone who reached out to me. Instead I got "kill yourself ******" "the world would be better off without you" messages on that status. I took some sleeping pills from my mother that night and my parents had rushed me to a hospital to make sure I was okay. I was put in the emergency room for a short while, before being moved to a unit for monitoring. I was sent home because the nurses and psychiatrists didn't find me to be a threat to myself or others at the time. That was my only attempt at suicide in Grade 7. Yet in Grade 8, suicide became a regular thought...

I was still overweight in Grade 8, and this was about the time I started to play a lot of Stepmania. Although I was godawful at it, I continued to play in class or at home because it gave me something to do. People continued to poke fun at me throughout all of Grade 8, incidents where people would defecate in my change of shoes while I was in gym class, or where people would piss on my clothes/flush them down the toilet, leaving me to wear sweaty shit for the rest of the day. Needless to say, that didn't help the bullying much. Every day was a new type of harassment, sometimes getting sucker punched in the head, kicked while I was down in flag football, tackled into poles - hit with baseball bats, and I'd always get caught for lashing out and swearing at them (these bullies would do it when the teacher wasn't looking, or was absent) and would all report me upon me swearing at them. I got suspended a couple of times for inappropriate language and to me it provoked more suicidal ideations. I felt so alone when everyone would attack me and nobody would notice, but I was too afraid and shy to say anything about it.

Grade 9 was a year where I skipped school a little bit to play World of Warcraft and Counter-Strike among other games. This was also the year where I decided to lose some weight and try to make myself more appealing to people; to quash the bullying. It didn't cease, and I was still verbally and physically attacked by bullies. That year, I tried to hang myself, but I had used a crappy rope from my garage which was hardly durable. The thing snapped and the noise alerted my parents who saw half of the rope dangling from the ceiling. With a little bit of redness at the neck, my parents were certain that I had attempted to physically harm myself or take my own life that night. I was yet again admitted to the hospital for testing, but this time I didn't get out so easily. I was diagnosed with Bipolar Type I, although many thought I was someone with Major Depressive Disorder (unipolar depression; having no distinguishable mania and manic episodes). I was put on Epival in the hospital as a trial run and was later put on Depakene and lithium for treatment of Bipolar. As of late 2011, I started to take Zyprexa instead and it is far better for me.

My grades in school were dropping substantially, and on a constant basis my family would attack me and say it was my gaming habits. I stopped my gaming habits for the rest of the year, and my grades fell even lower - and I tried to use that as proof that gaming was not a sole factor in my suffering academic performance. My parents just ignored it and continued to reiterate gaming as the problem.

In Grade 10, I was down to a weight of 240 pounds, almost 60 pounds from my original weight, and I felt pretty good about it. I was still bullied massively and yelled at and ridiculed at home. It was here where I decided I'd want to move out from my house that summer and live alone.

The end of Grade 10 was my darkest moment. Not because of suicide or depression, but because of how life went for me. I moved out that summer with a friends family for a couple weeks, and during that time I met an old friend from gaming downtown. At this time, I had been participating in ESEA-main for Counter-Strike: Source, and was doing fairly well - I had a chance of applying as a backup for one of the invite teams, but was eventually rejected once a player with better stats came around. Anyways, this friend had been selling drugs (particularly weed) to people for some money. I really needed money at the time and wished to live alone as well, so I got into that business for a little while. I sold weed for 2 years while working at a Safeway. That year I made shit tons of money, enough for rent, food, computer, internet, cell phone bills and much more. The next year, 3 friends from another school moved into me and we all decided to sell together. I had my ARCT certificate at the time, so I also worked by teaching children in the area piano. Piano made me around $35 an hour, so I couldn't complain there. With school and piano and my other job I had barely any free time. Gaming was hardly important to me at that point and it was really just making some money. I made much more money while living with my "friends", and all of us easily brought 100k+ - two of them were selling crack/heroin in the same place I was in.

Just recently, my parents finally decided to get me tested and I was discovered to have ADHD. I was put on adderall for my grade 12 year and finished with a 95 average. How's that for "gaming ruined your life"? I was still very capable of achieving high grades with the right treatment.

End of grade 11, I also had a girlfriend for 10 months. She cheated on me with her ex and I went into a spiralling depression/with suicidal ideations etc. I was extremely clingy, super passive aggressive, and hysterical after she broke up with me. I was a fucking psycho, and I needed to get help. I was in therapy for six months to ease the pain of the breakup. I feel so much better now and there isn't a day that goes by where I think about it again.

I smoke weed every single day of the week, (woah I'm so badass) and I have a lot of money left in my bank account (some from my grandparents and others from dealing). I got out of the dealing game for good and work as a piano teacher for now. I'm attending my local university this fall, on September 3rd and trying to land a job at a Best Buy. I don't plan to stop smoking/the occasional drunk fuck at parties - but I think I'll do just fine.

Parents and I have started to work things out, and I am now living with them again. They are trying to help me through university now and are really trying to make amends after a shitty past. I hope everything works out. My brother has been off and on. He has had countless seizures sending him to the emergency room and ICU for a few weeks and back, but he's stayed strong through all of this. Although he can't talk, him and I are infinitely close and he's a miracle, he's also someone I look up to. He has a pretty tough life, so I stay grateful for the things I do have. I can proudly say I haven't had a serious suicidal ideation since my breakup and I've been a pretty happy person. I'm trying to get back into professional Counter-Strike and picked up League of Legends. I probably won't get good at LoL, but it's a fun game

Forgot to add, I'm 188 pounds now and I go to the gym six times a week. Take that school peeps

[mi40]

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you should sell your adderall to uni peeps since you're diagnosed with ADHD
way less dangerous than ur friends dealing crack heroin an weed, and brings in as much money