This site… has been a wonderful outlet for me. When I first came to this site I thought I would have people dogging me on to kill myself; the kind of support I need. I certainly didn’t expect people to read what I wrote, nonetheless care. The comments that I get on some of my most pathetic rants (thank you pulling the plug and jon) seem to move me to tears… partly because it proves that some people care about what I have to say, something I’ve wanted my entire life… and partly because I’m a skeptic and I’m convinced that they really don’t mean it. I want to believe that there are people out there who are willing to give me an iota of their attention.
It’s bittersweet, really. Because I have people who relate to my emotions and are in the same predicament that I’m in, and on the other hand, nobody knows. I wish I could bring up this site, drag my family to come look at it and show them the wonderful comments that people have left me. I want to show them that they should be ashamed, that random people over the Internet care more about me than they do. I feel like yelling at them “Look! People actually listen to what I say! They don’t think I’m ungrateful, or a slut, or fat and lazy! See!” But, alas, that cannot happen, as much as I would like it to. If they saw what I wrote about them they would probably burn the computer. Or worse. They think me to be ungrateful, when I count my blessings each day, how little they are. They think of me to be a slut, when I’m a virgin and I haven’t even had a boyfriend. They fancy me lazy when extreme fatigue and body pains are symptoms of depression. I don’t even have it in me to prove them wrong anymore.
I couldn’t thank you all enough. I really couldn’t. The comments I get bring tears to my eyes, and although they leave me wondering why people would bother with a person like me, it certainly does make me feel noticed, something I’ve been eluded of my entire life.
Thank you.
With Love,
Cassidy
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I know it can’t be the same as having someone take your hand, hold you, and tell you these things. And I know it’s not the same as a family member or close friend telling you how much they love you, and love having you around. I hope it helps though, because I, among others would care enough, to do that for you, if you were only nearby or in some way a part of our lives.
Maybe I should speak for myself, but I know there are other people who have been through these things, and maybe it’s the fact that they have done so that makes them appreciate others more, but nevertheless they really do care.
You sound like an incredibly sweet person Cassidy, and I don’t know why your parents would tell you those things. It’s so very surprising that they don’t know you enough to realise you’re not what they think you are, but at the same time, I guess not the first time it’s happened.
I tend to talk too much, when all I really want to do is listen. I hope you find someone more material soon, someone who isn’t behind a computer who will listen to you in person. Someone who can actually bring you out of your worries, instead of merely dwelling on them with you. But in the meantime, you’ll always have the outlet, as long as you need it. I’m just glad you feel better for finding it, as I’m grateful for having the opportunity to listen, and share things, too.
And you brought more than a single tear to my eyes too, with your reply, you know. Hope to hear from you soon, I stand by the comment that you’re a wonderful writer.
Take care, and with love,
Jon
You’re welcome cassidy. Sorry it took me a little while to spot your second post.
If your family actually uses language like you describe – fat, lazy, slut – you need to start setting some limits with them. I don’t know if you’re experiencing physical abuse as well, but verbal abuse is horribly destructive, and you need to learn how to start drawing boundaries with these people, if you can. I know it can be hard, especially if they just won’t listen or are used to shouting you down.
I can’t tell you what the best way to set limits with them is, you’ll have to decide that based on your situation. Or, you could write some more here and tell some stories and see if we have any ideas to help you. Just a thought. Sometimes just talking about it can give you strength and courage, which helps open up some ideas about how to deal with it.
I personally have used Google a lot to look up different things and give me ideas on how to handle my own family. One thing I found helpful is the idea of emotional ‘boundaries’. It’s a way of drawing a kind of line in the sand that says, this is me, and this is you. You are crossing my boundaries by being rude and disrespectful to me, and I will not put up with it.
Then you have to figure out some way to enforce your boundaries, some kind of consequence for the other person. This can be pretty tough with a parent – sometimes the only ‘consequence’ available is to shut them out. Which can feel like cutting off your own nose to spite your face – it can be very painful in its own way. And may also be difficult depending on how old you are and how much financial independence and freedom you have.
Is there anybody – an aunt or uncle, grandparent, anybody at all that you could stay with for a while to get a break from your family? It sounds like that might be helpful.
If you’d rather not have suggestions but just want to tell your story, I hope you’ll come back and write some more. Sometimes telling the story and knowing people are ‘listening’ can be very powerful.
And one more small bit of advice: Please stop knocking yourself down. I know it’s hard – it’s a battle I’ve been fighting myself my whole life, growing up with sarcastic, rude, insensitive family.
But it’s possible – you have to find some way to talk back to that part of yourself that cuts you down. Like, “don’t talk to my friend cassidy like that!” You can even say it out loud if there’s nobody around to think you’re crazy.
Or find some way that works for you – like every time you catch yourself saying negative words about yourself, say “Stop that!” or “Shut up, you mean obnoxious person!”
Because what you’ve really done is internalized (shrink lingo, sorry) the negative messages from your parents that make you feel bad about yourself. The first place to start with this stuff – setting boundaries – is to get them out of your _head_. Which means noticing when _you’re_ beating up on yourself.
Hope this wasn’t too long or lecture-y.
And hope you’re finding some ways to get your family to treat you right.
Jon, pulling the plug, I’m at a loss for words. thank you both so much. i’ve taken your advice and at this point you both are more valuable to me than my own family. thank you both so much. And don’t worry Jon, having a friend over the internet is just as good. Thank you.
With love,
Cassidy
omg u have such a pretty name..lucky!! heyy just cuase you don’t got thoughtful people that listen to you around in ur life doesn’t mean everyone is like that. I love this place cause we all kinda help each other out ya no?? I think it’s delaying my suicide… talk to me girl i love talkin