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wishful thinking professionals and advisers readily tell you avoidant people your issue is a psychological one, a matter of individual, distorted perception and choices you've made throughout your life.
how do you fellows feel about that kind of statement? does it hold any value of truth to you?
me, i feel like it doesn't. i shall further synthetically elaborate.
i was (of course) unwillingly born to a religious, ignorant, overtly sheltering and paranoid family on brazil. i understand i have suffered verbal harrassment at an early age at the hands of a disordered babysitter, who was, by the way, a cousin of mine, and about that time i was diagnosed ADHD, starting to take on heavy irresponsible tegretol medication from then on. these facts i link with commas but the causal nexus is not at all evident, i'm just putting important episodes together. anyway, next thing i know, i'm being severily bullyied around my neighborhood, not finding rest nor peace not even in the confort of my own home, which they consistently intruded. at that time i was already showing bad signs of deep image-awareness and damaged self-esteem, that were responded by my mother's encouragement of plastic surgery intervention. i was 11. having the ill fortune of being precociously awaken in regards to my sexuality, i also had hurtful early rejection experiences with girls during my pre-pubescent school years. and to make a long story short, when i reached 18, envisioning at last a whole new college world ahead of me, soon enough i was actively involved on a car accident, that finally gave me some large hypertrophic burn-like scar in exchange for the skin of my entire forehead; a scar so irregular it changes completely according to light and angle, so that i'm never ever sure about how are my looks in a given moment. the funny side of this is that i can't even try and cover it with my hair, because i'm also getting bald. as it stands right now, i can't make eye contact with women anymore, and today, i only feel confortable with myself in the dark.
i'm 23. life goes on and worsens. i don't think i ever had much of a choice, and i feel i was somehow somewhere entangled on some retrocumulative disastrous flow, never having the chance to fight it back.
so, no.
so, what's your guys' opinion?
how do you fellows feel about that kind of statement? does it hold any value of truth to you?
me, i feel like it doesn't. i shall further synthetically elaborate.
i was (of course) unwillingly born to a religious, ignorant, overtly sheltering and paranoid family on brazil. i understand i have suffered verbal harrassment at an early age at the hands of a disordered babysitter, who was, by the way, a cousin of mine, and about that time i was diagnosed ADHD, starting to take on heavy irresponsible tegretol medication from then on. these facts i link with commas but the causal nexus is not at all evident, i'm just putting important episodes together. anyway, next thing i know, i'm being severily bullyied around my neighborhood, not finding rest nor peace not even in the confort of my own home, which they consistently intruded. at that time i was already showing bad signs of deep image-awareness and damaged self-esteem, that were responded by my mother's encouragement of plastic surgery intervention. i was 11. having the ill fortune of being precociously awaken in regards to my sexuality, i also had hurtful early rejection experiences with girls during my pre-pubescent school years. and to make a long story short, when i reached 18, envisioning at last a whole new college world ahead of me, soon enough i was actively involved on a car accident, that finally gave me some large hypertrophic burn-like scar in exchange for the skin of my entire forehead; a scar so irregular it changes completely according to light and angle, so that i'm never ever sure about how are my looks in a given moment. the funny side of this is that i can't even try and cover it with my hair, because i'm also getting bald. as it stands right now, i can't make eye contact with women anymore, and today, i only feel confortable with myself in the dark.
i'm 23. life goes on and worsens. i don't think i ever had much of a choice, and i feel i was somehow somewhere entangled on some retrocumulative disastrous flow, never having the chance to fight it back.
so, no.
so, what's your guys' opinion?
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