FountainandFairfax
in a VAN down by the RIVER
I should be flogged if I eat again before Easter.
Yeah, me too. It's not simply shyness, quietness, introversion, neurotic thinking, or society anxiety ... those things are a constant ... but it's the extreme debilitating paranoia & social phobia, that comes and goes...I'm more than socially anxious. I fear people
:kickingmyself: Ah feel like it would be best if ah just ended it now. :sad:
Got nuthin' left tae give, little to live for and no much of a future. It's no like ah've got ma whole life ahead o' me. And ah f**k things up on a regular basis.
That's me just about everyday. As I have said here before, My mind has already checked out and soon I know my body will follow. :kickingmyself::crying:
Anxiety playing a part in affecting my married life - just feel like I'm falling so low with expectations of marriage. Wish I was on my own and kinda long for the lonesome life I led.
Aye, and it most part of the UK. It's a pretty common word to use if you don't want to say the f-word.
I'm mixed raced. So, brown skin, freckled face. I've had a beard since I was 14. Used to often get the mistaken for a "effin' Paki" during my primary school years. Of course, ma sister just conveniently forgot about the time ah got this shouted at me as made my way to her car one day when ah got driven home from school, and she confronted the lad who said it. Oh, but anyway, the terrorist comparison by my oldest sister was "just to try and make me laugh". Since, nowadays, if you laugh once at a joke without thinking too much about it - as I did the first time my sister said the remark - that basically mean that it's an acceptable thing to say in public or whenever ah got ma photo taken.
And the autistic label, yeah. That's mainly because ah don't really talk much. Being quite self-conscious of ma voice. Nor do I enjoy hangin' out with ma family. Or feel total at ease in social situation. Of course, the disability has nothin' to do with it. Or the fact, I'm quite a shy, quiet, private person who doesnae really care much for being centre of attention. Also, I'm not loud, extroverted and obnoxious, like my sisters.
The incident with the scissors was due to me refusing to let ma Mum cut ma fingernail, cuz ah opted to cut them myself. Kinda funny look back on it now, since my Mum's side of the story is that I did that myself by pulling my left hand upperwards, slamming it into the point of the scissor. :idontknow:
Don't know, ah've never gotten an answer to that question, myself. Though, 3 kids from 3 failed and abusive relationships. The youngest bairn (me) is the almost exactly like his dad in terms of both looks, standards and attitude/outlook. The bitter, hateful rants ah hud to endure whenever ah tried to bridge the topic of relationships. Ah always made the assumption ma Mum's a militant feminist based upon these point, or at least, sounds like one.
But doesn't she read short stories, I think she is a little illiterate. Maybe you should ask her what her interests are.Well, she says that, herself. Since she left school at 14, no qualification, isn't that great when it comes to spelling. Doesn't really read much, aside from short stories from People's Friend magazine, or those celebrity gossip mags. Basically, I've never seen her reading a paperback or hardback. Despite havin' a lotta biographies and autobiographies in the book case in the living room. Cannae really converse with her aboot much, unless yer talkin' aboot football or music, so we don't huv much of a relationship.
:idontknow: Gender bias, probably? Since ma mum and sisters seem to be very close. Whereas am very much the third wheel.
Did you confront them with how they are?Ah think it's got a lot to do with being in control. And them thinking I'm too dumb to make the right choice for me. Ironically, I'm consider the more sensible member of the family. Since ah tend to think about something, weight up whether it's a good idea, before deciding on it. Oh, and narcassism...
Oh, it could be up to a year before I'm better.
Mainly ma voice and the fact am quite a stout fella. No some skinny b****rd.
So those 2 things, plus the very bushy beard. Y'know, you'd probably assume "this lad's clearly a few slices short o' a loaf uh breid"? Also, whenever either me, ma sister or mum suggest summit, they've got this "Oooh, look it you!" vibe aboot them. As if we should be novices at this. Even though, ah went through a similar rehab plan, age 14, with little input from the physiotherapy team back then.
Well, yer in for a treat if ye ever do visit Scotland. It's a great place, and folk are general friendly when they're no drunk an picking fight with each other. Though, the delinquent kids are terrifyin'. Thick as f**k, but ye wouldnae want to look at them the wrong way.
Oh. Why are there curse words acceptable in Scotland?
What race are you mixed with?
You should tell your sister that you don't like being called that and tell her about that time someone shouted that at you. If that is why she compares you to a terrorist? I'm conscious about my voice too, I'm shy and quiet too.
So you moved away and she stabbed you?
But doesn't she read short stories, I think she is a little illiterate.
Maybe you should ask her what her interests are.
Did you confront them with how they are?
I meant stay in there for a year, I'm sorry.
How is your voice?
You think they judge base on your weight then? Summit?