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outatime_85
Warlock
- May 17, 2022
- 789
I'm lonely and isolated, and it has been this way for decades.
I don't speak to anyone, not my family, no one, and I have no friends.
My life is currently setup to have no interactions besides what little is said to me when I venture to the shops, and even then I use automated checkout to avoid interactions.
As a child, my family left me to do everything alone, and I was told and learned that neither they nor anyone else would be there for me no matter what, so growing up in a family that was all about doing it on your own and by yourself and not as a cohesive unit meant that I did not learn the skills needed for society or to form close bonds.
I'm not a true member of my family. I am the black sheep, something they avoid or snicker at.
My family has all achieved varying degrees of success.
So they regard me as deplorable, embarrassing, and abnormal.
Me not being able to succeed, maintain, or have romantic relationships or friendships is an issue for them; it means there is something wrong with this member of the family.
To them, I stand as an example of what not to become, having not achieved or being unable to achieve the same level of success.
Thus, my inability to succeed and numerous failures were sufficient reasons to ostracize me.
I am not as intelligent or as smart as they are, a possible mental health issue that was never diagnosed because they don't believe in such testing, but that is not an excuse in their eyes; their response to that has always been to say, "Work harder, do more."
Because I've racked up so many failures, I've simply chosen to become further isolated.
As I am writing this response to the Op's question, I think to myself, "I don't want a lot of friends; one or two that won't dip when I am at my worst would be nice, as well as a partner that respects me." but I know I don't deserve it.
When my current obligations are done, that will leave me standing at a fork in the road with no one to reach out to for any help, a fork that leaves me with the choice of becoming a drifter in the hope of being needed by others or accepting that I will never be needed and cashing in my chips.
Sorry for the rambling and possibly incoherent response.
I don't speak to anyone, not my family, no one, and I have no friends.
My life is currently setup to have no interactions besides what little is said to me when I venture to the shops, and even then I use automated checkout to avoid interactions.
As a child, my family left me to do everything alone, and I was told and learned that neither they nor anyone else would be there for me no matter what, so growing up in a family that was all about doing it on your own and by yourself and not as a cohesive unit meant that I did not learn the skills needed for society or to form close bonds.
I'm not a true member of my family. I am the black sheep, something they avoid or snicker at.
My family has all achieved varying degrees of success.
So they regard me as deplorable, embarrassing, and abnormal.
Me not being able to succeed, maintain, or have romantic relationships or friendships is an issue for them; it means there is something wrong with this member of the family.
To them, I stand as an example of what not to become, having not achieved or being unable to achieve the same level of success.
Thus, my inability to succeed and numerous failures were sufficient reasons to ostracize me.
I am not as intelligent or as smart as they are, a possible mental health issue that was never diagnosed because they don't believe in such testing, but that is not an excuse in their eyes; their response to that has always been to say, "Work harder, do more."
Because I've racked up so many failures, I've simply chosen to become further isolated.
As I am writing this response to the Op's question, I think to myself, "I don't want a lot of friends; one or two that won't dip when I am at my worst would be nice, as well as a partner that respects me." but I know I don't deserve it.
When my current obligations are done, that will leave me standing at a fork in the road with no one to reach out to for any help, a fork that leaves me with the choice of becoming a drifter in the hope of being needed by others or accepting that I will never be needed and cashing in my chips.
Sorry for the rambling and possibly incoherent response.