Your Birthday
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Rembrandt Broam
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I don't really celebrate my birthday. I don't find it depressing, but I just treat it like any other day really. It's nice to get gifts though. 
Toomuchfear
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My 21st was plain horrible. While everyone else of that age is partying and having fun with their mates etc, I was with my passive Nan and sometimes aggressive Mum.
They kept asking me what I wanted to do. I felt a lot of pressure as I couldn't think of anything that we could all do, and I felt sad I had to make all the decisions which I'm not used to. I was 21, my Mum was 54 and my Nan 83. I wanted to go gokarting and paintballing, something physical, but they are too old and don't enjoy what i like doing, the thought of doing these things with them watching in the distance, and me and strangers terrified me, so we ended up going to some greasy cafe.
Mum's bacon sandwich was too cold and she started complaining to the waiter. I just wanted to leave. We went to the clothing store and she said she'd by me some clothes. I wanted a tshirt but she said I had enough already. She kept asking me what I wanted but I knew everything I suggested she would say no to. Eventually I got some trousers, and I felt guilty as I could them pacing around outside the changing rooms. I wanted to cry in frustration
We went to a pizzaria for dinner but Nan wandered off for a ciggarette, so we decided to make the pizza a takeaway instead. We went home and watched TV and I went to bed. I never went shopping with Mum ever again (my childhood consisted of such shopping)
Another present the next day was Mum paying for a a driving lesson. I really really didn't want to go to it, I have no choice in the matter, my anxiety was so high I couldn't concentrate on anything. I hated the experience and was angry with my Mum and ignored her while at a picnic with me and Nan. She went mental at me and got in the car and almost left me there.
This is my 21st, what's supposed to be a joyous celebration, but it was hell for me
They kept asking me what I wanted to do. I felt a lot of pressure as I couldn't think of anything that we could all do, and I felt sad I had to make all the decisions which I'm not used to. I was 21, my Mum was 54 and my Nan 83. I wanted to go gokarting and paintballing, something physical, but they are too old and don't enjoy what i like doing, the thought of doing these things with them watching in the distance, and me and strangers terrified me, so we ended up going to some greasy cafe.
Mum's bacon sandwich was too cold and she started complaining to the waiter. I just wanted to leave. We went to the clothing store and she said she'd by me some clothes. I wanted a tshirt but she said I had enough already. She kept asking me what I wanted but I knew everything I suggested she would say no to. Eventually I got some trousers, and I felt guilty as I could them pacing around outside the changing rooms. I wanted to cry in frustration
We went to a pizzaria for dinner but Nan wandered off for a ciggarette, so we decided to make the pizza a takeaway instead. We went home and watched TV and I went to bed. I never went shopping with Mum ever again (my childhood consisted of such shopping)
Another present the next day was Mum paying for a a driving lesson. I really really didn't want to go to it, I have no choice in the matter, my anxiety was so high I couldn't concentrate on anything. I hated the experience and was angry with my Mum and ignored her while at a picnic with me and Nan. She went mental at me and got in the car and almost left me there.
This is my 21st, what's supposed to be a joyous celebration, but it was hell for me
I like birthdays less and less the older I get, but only because I feel like I'm wasting too much time in life. The attention aspect doesn't bother me, because only my family knows about it and they know better than to ask if I'm doing anything for it, so their well-wishes are never really that awkward. I can't remember the last time there was any kind of celebration regarding my birthday though. Not that I care in the least.
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GloomySunday
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My birthday is the one day in the year I most dread. It kind of reminds me how far I've fallen off the map. I have hardly any friends left now, and those few I do have I just don't have the confidence to ask if they'd like to do anything. On my last birthday, nearly a year ago, I went to a movie with an old friend. I think I had five cards. I just don't tell anyone about it. Can't risk the rejection, I think. It would hurt too much. Back when I was married, even my wife didn't know when it was my birthday! I wish it was different, but there it is.
Do tell when your birthday is, I shall celebrate by cracking open a nice bottle of vodka and getting drunk on your behalf!
But yeah...I know the feeling I never tell anyone about my birthday, when it is, what I want to do. I've been to massive birthday parties where the person thats having the birthday party is the centre of attention, I would hate for that to be me. So I sit inside, get drunk and play video games. Which is much more relaxing than going out and trying to entertain everyone on "my" birthday.
Not much of a big deal. My mom makes a special dinner and I get a couple FB messages (which are mostly just courtesy). But what the hell, it would be nice to have some extra fun and a few gifts that day. It would be nice to know that someone cares about you not only because they share DNA with you.
megalon
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That sentence sums everything up perfectly.
Haha- I do that too, if someone asks my age I have to think for a second..
SingleAloneForever
Active member
Everybody forgot my birthday. The only person who didn't forget was me. I hate birthdays at the best of times, especially since it's not like I've ever had that special somebody to celebrate it with, but still it hurts when every single person forgets you, especially on a day when they shouldn't.
NoModernRomance
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I haven't had any kind of birthday party since I was a child, I'm now near 30. When I was young I would go to other kids parties, but I never had them myself. I usually just had my best friend over, ordered a pizza and played games/watched movies.
People tell me I should go out and do something, but I now hate my birthday. I usually try to hide when that day comes around. The fact that I'm going on year after year like this makes me sad, but I don't actually mind the aging part.
People tell me I should go out and do something, but I now hate my birthday. I usually try to hide when that day comes around. The fact that I'm going on year after year like this makes me sad, but I don't actually mind the aging part.
NathanielWingateSpaghetti
Banned
Birthdays and holidays are the most depressing times for depressed people. Im not sure if your actually clinically depressed, but there are more suicides around these times especially Christmas. I'm beginning to think this whole thing is irrelevant. I need to sleep, I just got off work. Oh, and for the record, I have been depressed on my birthdays and but I turned 22 in April but actually did something but it was by myself for most of the day.
N0D
Banned
i really don't celebrate any holidays or birthdays or whatnot. certain things i still feel obligated to at least say something or get a card for someone to avoid them making me feel like a jerk, but ideally i would prefer if i wasn't obligated to recognize any.
this might not be what you're looking for...but i have found that a sure way to answer such questions like "what did you do for such and such day?" while maintaining integrity and also discouraging future queries of the sort is, "i'm an adult i don't do that anymore."
this is most likely not going to please the other person, however i feel it is justified because they put me on the spot with their nonsense question.
anyway i don't feel sad or depressed at all about not doing anything because i don't think any day warrants special treatment.
this might not be what you're looking for...but i have found that a sure way to answer such questions like "what did you do for such and such day?" while maintaining integrity and also discouraging future queries of the sort is, "i'm an adult i don't do that anymore."
this is most likely not going to please the other person, however i feel it is justified because they put me on the spot with their nonsense question.
anyway i don't feel sad or depressed at all about not doing anything because i don't think any day warrants special treatment.
My best birthday was my 16th.
I did not have a sweet sixteen b-day party.
Nope.
I went and saw ratatouille with my grandparents.
It was awesome.: D
I did not have a sweet sixteen b-day party.
Nope.
I went and saw ratatouille with my grandparents.
It was awesome.: D
