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I think that my family thought that if I lived to 30, I was intelligent enough to make something of my life. I wasn't sure that I would see 30, myself.
My family always thought that I had a ton of potential, but we both agreed that the problem is I only apply potential to things I like. Fishing, big trucks, fast cars, and building houses. Luckily, I can turn that last one into a very good career if I actually have the discipline to graduate from college :arghh:
. . . but more likely I would just have an unusual life.
Well I don't know what other people other than my father thought. But to him I was a failure. I was stupid. I couldn't be normal enough for him. My teachers would get frustrated with me often in elementry school. I had one teacher who treated me normally who always said to my parents "don't worry she'll learn when she learns". Well my mom believed him and now...Now I have a Master's degree in Social work. But there is still that voice that replays in my mind that says I won't amount to anything.
Hey, way to go! Getting a Masters isn't easy for anybody. And don't worry, haters gonna hate no matter what.
To say that I struggle with self-esteem is an understatement. One of my siblings is borderline sociopathic and my parents have always been anything but intuitive. To anything. Luckily I was blessed with intellect and have been able to think my way to the point I'm at. All in all, I feel more content with my life than I used to. I still hold onto many resentments tho, which isn't healthy. Some I may never let go of, but it is what it is.
Beginning to control bad thoughts has changed my life. Though, sometimes I don't realize I'm doing it until I've agitated myself to the point of a shutdown. For the most part, however, I seem to manage way better than I used to. Now I spend weeks not being depressed as apposed to weeks being depressed.
I've struggled with self-esteem too, to the point where sometimes I think it colors my relationships with other girls. Boys I don't seem to have as much of an issue with but...maybe normal girls tend to socialize in a way that I just can't figure out. I wonder if we start to believe the lies people tell us when we're told them often enough?
I've struggled with self-esteem too, to the point where sometimes I think it colors my relationships with other girls. Boys I don't seem to have as much of an issue with but...maybe normal girls tend to socialize in a way that I just can't figure out. I wonder if we start to believe the lies people tell us when we're told them often enough?