Reading these responses makes me wonder what has to happen or what has to be said to those of you who feel hated and rejected to help you to feel loveable? Because you are, all of you have shown me that you are worth my caring, worth my respect and should be valued as people. I can't say that about any random group of NTs so I'm not trying to BS you either.
It is so frustrating to see the good in someone and not be able to convey this in a way that you can believe it and trust it. What do I need to do differently or is there nothing I can do which will make you feel valued and appreciated and accepted without asking you to make any changes or putting on any conditions?
This is a genuine question on my part. I hope some of you will try to answer it because it is the main thing I struggle with being a member of this forum. So please think about it and try to answer and not just put a like and dismiss the question.
Thank you on behalf of all of us...
If I was to write some of the stuff I was told when I was growing up word for word, very often... I would get locked out of this site instantly... Much less the actions that came with those words, or the lies I was forced to tell when stuff went really wrong. Having to lie on how your arm got broke at 7 isn't real easy to do. going back home to that is harder. My mom had a nephew who was a very troubled guy (he was a teenager) and he lived with us. If people ever knew what he did to me, and how many times he threatened to kill me If I dare told... But they probably wouldn't believe me anyway. I was the stupid one who didn't talk anyway...
I sometimes feel (even today - this very day) some people (like me) were placed here as kicking posts so that others cant let their rage out. Over time, it becomes a apart of me, and it goes past hurt, to just acknowledgment of this is a fact it seems. Honestly, I cant sit here and complain. I could one those kids who never made it to adulthood. So, in that I feel "lucky", or guilty sometimes to know kids like me didn't make it. They were truly "CHEATED" and it sucks... But who really cares in these times... Not many.
When some one is nice to me I am always waiting for that lurking "BUT" or the other side of what they were getting at...
I want to believe I am worth being loved, but the facts, and the reoccurring events (one happened today)...
I try so hard to not feel cheated, but being honest I do feel a little cheated, and not lovable UNLESS I am supplying people some use... And after they are through using me they usually discard me, or worse crush me by saying untrue things about me, or making me look like sort of a fool to think I can be like them...
In this I have to fight everyday to not to feel like some "victim."
I don't get a text, or a phone call, unless it is to fix someones problem... NEVER.
I sometimes look back to maybe when I was 7 (that was a crappy, crappy year)... If someone, ANYONE, had have noticed what people notice today... Gosh, how so very different would my life be. I was in situations that today people would be in prison for. I would be yanked in a split second... I used to dream of other people, (even strangers) being my parents... Because a total stranger might love me more than the people who gave me life.
Yet in all that stuff... It made me stronger in ways that other people can even imagine, but at the same time I lost most all my trust in people. Today was yet one more reason.
I hope someday I will get back what I have not given back. If that were measured in money...
I would be a billionaire, no doubt. I have spent my life ducking, and turning the other cheek, trying to just stay out of peoples way.
Weirdly I know I am very intelligent (never trying to brag)... Instead of some "GIFT", its like a CURSE.
Its how people use me, even people close to me... Its why I get in trouble because I'm not stupid at any level. I may suck at emotions, conversation, and how my surroundings affect me, but stupid I am not.
Yet to dare and dream of doing something great is like getting hit in the face with a baseball bat... It hurts.
At the end of the day... I can set around and whine, be pissed off, be a victim, or just move forward. Move forward is what I do. Its a little empty, but its all I got... : )