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May 21, 2017 at 6:04 am #150153AnonymousGuest
Dear Lisa:
You are welcome and thank you for another share. My time spent reading (and in the future, responding thoroughly to) your life story told here is time well spent.
I hope you feel better soon and write more.
anita
May 25, 2017 at 2:50 pm #150706LisaParticipantI spent the latter half of the 00’s living with my aunt and her husband. I didn’t have to worry about any issues with the home I was living in but I felt like a charity case. No matter how hard I worked having my own home seemed like something that was not meant to be for me. I also became more sedentary. I did take art classes but didn’t graduate. I also noticed my ocd became worse. I obsess a lot and constantly wash my hands. My obsessions for example was worrying that if I didn’t pick the right cup something bad was going to happen. I also thought I could prevent bad things from happening by whatever shirt I put on that day. I have totured myself over that nearly my whole life. Those are just examples of my ocd.
Getting back to men. I have even wished for a man to find me. It’s so important that he wants me first. Anything less I see as failure. My grandfather and a few married men seemed to enjoy my company but my grandfather died and the women attached to the married men would get slightly annoyed with me talking to them. I had absolutely no intentions other than knowing I had friends. Like I kinda said, I am very old fashioned when it comes to love. I just felt the women I knew had absolutely no care in the world that I was alone and my one friend just wanting someone she had something in common with. The men I talked about would give me compliments and tell me that it upsets them to see me in pain. I could go more depth on this but I don’t want to give the wrong impression.
I finally moved out of my aunt’s house and into a rented room in a big beautiful home that within a month turned into a disaster that almost caused me to have a nervous breakdown. I started not caring about all the things I always cared about because I was becoming resentful and I guess bitter. Yet again my home turned into a nightmare. I would not like to go into it because I don’t want to relive it. Then I moved out and shared a lovely apartment with a roommate that turned out to be not so lovely. At that point I had to move back in with my aunt. My job that I had been working at for almost 10 years fired me shortly after for not being able to control my emotions. I would often cry at work like I did at every other job I had. This was the job I had advanced with the most too.
A woman got me in trouble too and she seened very happy to do it to. I often feel like I am being punished. I would like to know what for though. Of course I had to get a job that paid much less than I was making at the long term job. I finally had to move out of my aunt’s again and into a lovely home that teased a catastrophe for me but subsided but by then I was so fragile of anything happening in my home I had a meltdown. Not again. My poor roommate had suffered something the year before though. I stayed there and watched her dogs which was a joy for me but then she moved which meant I had to move. I now rent a room in a lovely home but you guessed it, something that I am very phobic about happened. It hasn’t actually happened yet but some work has to be done on the house and I just need reassurance that it is going to be ok.
I started last night writing out goals for 1 day, 1 week, 1 month, year, 2,3,4,5 years and I accomplished some of my daily goals but not all of them and since someone didn’t spend time with me today I have gone off my diet. I was seeing a therapist a month or two ago but I just can’t afford it on my current job.
I feel sick right now and sitting alone watching the rain outside.
It’s like a cycle you know. Your lonely so you try to curb your lonliness with something that might be contributing to your lonliness. I know on paper what needs to be done but I feel like I’m climbing a hill made of mud.
May 25, 2017 at 9:03 pm #150722AnonymousGuestDear Lisa:
Glad you are back to your thread. I was hoping earlier today that you will be back soon enough. Will read your latest post thoroughly tomorrow morning.
I hope you feel better soon.
anita
May 26, 2017 at 10:55 am #150806AnonymousGuestDear Lisa:
I read your fascinating, in-progress life story. A recurring thought you expressed, that you feel punished, but you would like to know what you are punished for. Will be looking forward to more.
anita
May 26, 2017 at 2:28 pm #150820pinchofattitudeParticipantHey Lisa,
How are you doing? Hope you are feeling a bit better the more you write on this forum. Sorry that I couldn’t be as responsive as I would like to be due to my sickness.
Keep fighting and looking forward to hearing more from you.
Love,
Pinch of Attitude
May 27, 2017 at 7:08 am #150862LisaParticipantThank you both! I think I need to finish this as there are other heartbreaks and disappointments I have not talked about but I wanted to condense as much as possible and give an idea of how my life went and how it is still going.
I have made decisions in haste that I regret but my answer to those is to never allow myself to learn from those decisions, understand why I made them and then move on. I simply avoid the situations where I have felt like a failure, thinking that I deserve to be punished for making the wrong decision or being thoughtless. Most of those things I feel were reactions to what coincidently happened to me. I won’t take responsibilty for what is thrown my way. I just feel resentful and damaged and not worth the trouble of understanding. I can forgive others but can not forgive myself.
I also have had a very difficult time forgiving my parents. I regret for instance the way I talked to my mother before she died. I sent her flowers when she was in treatment and went to see her the day beforr she died. I believe I told her I loved her because I wanted “her” to hear that. I believe I said it to her. My father whom I never remember meeting died 4 years after and I was told by a manager at my work who was informed by my cousin I just discovered that he was in the hospital in another state. He lived a good distance from me but she told me that he wanted to talk to me. I was told this a day before he died. I believe he was suppose to be taken off life support. I don’t even know what he really looks like. My cousins family apparantly couldn’t come up with a picture.
I wondered why he didn’t try to contact me when he apparantly was living in my neighborhood until I was about 21. Why didn’t he try to contact me anytime after that? He wanted to talk to me but didn’t do anything about it. I know my mother’s family wanted him to stay away but after I was an adult couldn’t he have at least tried to talk to me? I definately had a wall up and was very wary of personal relationships although I tried to belong to my aunt’s family. Despite difficulties they seemed to love each other and I wanted that so bad. I wanted to belong to a family. I was always treated like I was my mother’s age because my grandparents took me in and told me I was their child so their children followed that. I was never really accepted as a child in need but someone who was my mother’s age.
It hurts me that my parents couldn’t get it together for me. I know they were young but like me they probaly both had difficulty growing up because of their own personal problems. I knew who my mother was but I wish I had known my father. I am told that he was an artist, a sculptor and that is probaly where I get my artistic talent from. My uncle who was his friend before I was born also said I am inquisitive like he was.
Right now I am failing at my current set of goals. I can’t stick to them by myself. If I am with people I am more disciplined but on my own I lapse.
I can only simply summarize myself right now.
I rent a room. I am 48 years old. I have a low paying job. I am very attractive when I take care of myself. I cry a lot. I am beyond lonely. I daydream a lot about how I wish my life was. I am a good person but often become resentful and angry over not feeling included or wanted. I have never been jealous of material things or money. I am jealous of relationships. I sometimes see people and wonder with all their issues how where they still able to have a family and relationships and I am still alone? I have even had a man (married of course) tell me he has absolutely no idea why I have such a problem having a relationship. I don’t quite understand it.Dating and relationships I see as hurtful because you can get rejected but also might reject someone else. I think I am afraid of rejecting someone even more than being afraid of getting rejected. I have felt unwanted whether it’s true or not and do mot want to make anyone else feel unwanted. That is why I see dating as callous. I am too serious I think.
You have to but I think at this point because I could go on and on I could just answer any questions you have because as far as my life story I don’t know where else to go. I could fill a novel with all my little experiences, nissed opportunities, regrets in why I am alone. How can I turn around years and years of being a certain way and possibly at a time where I will rejected even more than I would have been before?
Thank you for reading,
Lisa
May 27, 2017 at 7:30 am #150868LisaParticipant“You don’t have to” is what I meant to say in my last paragraph. I apologize. I am communicating by phone. I also can’t edit after a certain amount of times I do.
I really do appreciate any advice I am given and the time put in reading my posts. Thank you both so much!
May 27, 2017 at 7:46 am #150872LisaParticipant…and sorry yes Anita I do feel somehow punished. Pinch of Attitude I am better than last week. It does feel good to write about these things.
May 27, 2017 at 8:58 am #150886AnonymousGuestDear Lisa:
You wrote: “at this point because I could go on and on I could just answer any questions you have because as far as my life story I don’t know where else to go.”- so I take it you are at a stopping point. I will study your shares up to this point and come back to you later with questions and/ or comments. There is also the question you asked last: “How can I turn around years and years of being a certain way..?” to attend to.
Will be back later then.
anita
May 27, 2017 at 9:27 am #150888LisaParticipantYes, I could add more stories and experiences for sure but I don’t believe there is any single event that created my life experience. Although finding out from the neighborhood kids that use to bully me about my situation with my parents was when I first felt like I had a breakdown of sorts. I felt the world was a hostile place in regards to me wanting only to hurt my self esteem. Knock it down in some way.
Thank you. I also apologize for the typos. I always submit my posts and then edit. I should take the time to read before I post but I often don’t.
May 27, 2017 at 9:54 am #150890AnonymousGuestDear Lisa:
No problem regarding the typos. You did an excellent job telling your story. It will take time for me to study your story. I will be back in a day or two.
anita
May 29, 2017 at 9:58 am #151100AnonymousGuestDear Lisa:
Working on it. It will be a few more days, I think.
anita
May 29, 2017 at 5:18 pm #151156LisaParticipantThank you so much. ♡
June 1, 2017 at 6:06 am #151506AnonymousGuestDear Lisa:
I will start with Part One, and continue over time with following parts. If after any part posted, you want me to stop and not go further, let me know, and I will stop. If you want me to continue, it is better for me that you don’t comment until I am done. (I will let you know when I am done).
Lisa’s Story, Part One:
My name is anita. This story is about Lisa. Before telling her story she wrote: “I might be somewhat vague.” I looked up synonyms for “vague”: unclear, ill-defined, hazy, blurred, out of focus, obscure, dim, amorphous, unknown.
Antonyms for vague: clear, defined, focused, known.
As a consequence of Lisa’s terror in early childhood, being Scared and Alone, she has suffered from ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder), from a very early age to this very day, at 48.
Being easily distracted; having difficulty processing and organizing information, understanding minute details, maintaining focus on and completing tasks (including writing her story); seeming to not be listening when spoken to, excessively daydreaming, being easily confused, blurting out inappropriate comments, showing her emotions without restraint, throwing tantrums… all these features prevented her from graduating high school, from developing a career, and from forming and maintaining relationships.
This is why she opened her story with: “I might be somewhat vague.” And indeed her story lacks detail and focus. She lived a life of great internal distress and that distress prevented her from paying attention to her environment. And so, yes, her story lacks detail.
I want to tell her story in a clear, defined, focused way. I want Lisa known. My problem in telling her story is that I will need to add detail here and there, to bridge gaps, and so, there will be some fiction in it. Yet, in every biography there is some fiction and some inaccurate projections by the writer, including in autobiographies.
June 1, 2017 at 6:23 am #151508pinchofattitudeParticipantLooks good Anita and yes you are right, any biography has some fiction in it but as long as it doesn’t overshadow the truth on the story of the person you are trying to tell is ok.
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