Pokaini
Et vous, che vuoi?
- Jun 5, 2024
- 3
Hello, I'm Pokaini. Please excuse my inability speaking english, it is my third language.
I suppose I have to explain my life since the begginings first as an attempt to gain sympathy (I'm autistic and it may causes a "cold" vision of the social dinamics, I beg your pardon).
I don't remember so much about my life as a kid, my mother says it was tortuous, I was bullied, rejected, spitted by my classmates (metaphorically and literally). She says I was peaceful, and that I didn't understand their hostility, i. e., it wasn't my fault. But with the time passing I rooted in my insides the contrary belief.
I began to "study" the people, their relations between, their actitudes, and the reason I was constantly rejected.
I conclude I have something "akward" in my eye-movements, my walking or something like that that causes to unconsciously dislike me. That doesn't mean I couldn't "cheat" the people. But I get disappointed thinking about it. The people only likes me when I'm not myself.
My depression, always present, worsened with the time, plus and anxiety disorder and schizo-type symptoms. I attempted at 17's, but somehow I survived. Now, at my 20's I firmly belief that surviving was the worst that happened to me. Anyone else thinks they should have died a while ago?
Now I study a career, and I learned various lenguages, also I write articles in a newspaper, but I think something is very wrong with me living, althought my family and many friends find me "powerful" for waking up every day.
I feel if someone points me with a gun I calmly let them shoot me. That would even be benevolent. I usually fantasize with my suicide, it makes me pleasant.
I hope you felt addressed by any instance of my rambling. I salute you.
I suppose I have to explain my life since the begginings first as an attempt to gain sympathy (I'm autistic and it may causes a "cold" vision of the social dinamics, I beg your pardon).
I don't remember so much about my life as a kid, my mother says it was tortuous, I was bullied, rejected, spitted by my classmates (metaphorically and literally). She says I was peaceful, and that I didn't understand their hostility, i. e., it wasn't my fault. But with the time passing I rooted in my insides the contrary belief.
I began to "study" the people, their relations between, their actitudes, and the reason I was constantly rejected.
I conclude I have something "akward" in my eye-movements, my walking or something like that that causes to unconsciously dislike me. That doesn't mean I couldn't "cheat" the people. But I get disappointed thinking about it. The people only likes me when I'm not myself.
My depression, always present, worsened with the time, plus and anxiety disorder and schizo-type symptoms. I attempted at 17's, but somehow I survived. Now, at my 20's I firmly belief that surviving was the worst that happened to me. Anyone else thinks they should have died a while ago?
Now I study a career, and I learned various lenguages, also I write articles in a newspaper, but I think something is very wrong with me living, althought my family and many friends find me "powerful" for waking up every day.
I feel if someone points me with a gun I calmly let them shoot me. That would even be benevolent. I usually fantasize with my suicide, it makes me pleasant.
I hope you felt addressed by any instance of my rambling. I salute you.