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Now how is this for doublethink?

Metalhead

Metalhead

Metal health will drive you mad!
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When I was growing up, anybody could do whatever they wanted to me and my mother personally made sure there was nothing I could do about any of it. Sister stealing from me and trading my valuables for drugs? I had to be a good brother and let her take whatever she wanted. Bullies beating me up at school? I had to think about how unhappy they were and try to be their friend. Stepfather beating me for not doing chores 1000% perfectly? I had to take into consideration how unhappy he was. Even as an adult when my cousin stole from me, my mother intervened and told my uncle my cousin was innocent and I was too stupid to know who really stole from me, it probably was my drinking buddy who happened to be African American because that is how those people roll according to her.

I made a comment to her about how I know how it feels to be marginalized, and she angrily tells me to never say that in front of anybody who is not white. The racist accuses me of racism.

I hate this woman.
 
I mean, I get it. Nobody in my family thinks I am worthy of being treated like a human being. I am the official lovable retard in the family tree. Sure, my mother likes to make a massive show out of how much she is willing to fight for me, which includes harassing my therapists and getting a restraining order, as long as she can turn around and tell people my autism makes me incapable of knowing what is fact and what is my imagination.

Bloody hell. The only way for me to win here is not to play.
 
Misery said:
Why even interact with her?
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You are correct. She became a creepy stalker when I backed away from her in the past. I interact with her because she scares me with the boundary violations she is capable of if I do not do the bare minimum to keep her away.
 
So sorry. Makes me feel guilty for having loving, respectful parents. My parents openly called me the Absent Minded Professor, but it was never demeaning. They truly appreciated my gifts, and were frustrated by my shortcomings (just like I was frustrated). But they were always encouraging to me. I wish you could have had that kind of environment.
 
I had to look up “doublethink.”

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I left my family behind. Emancipation at 15. I don't understand why it's so hard for other people to walk away
 
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