I got bullied at school. Wish they did something to stop it.
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Help me out more. Didn't help me get car driver license, didn't get me graduation uniform even said I'd pay half. Still a no. Not a lot help but a little. I had to get someone else to help me get a drivers license.
I wish my parents were happy!
If it's not too personal- happy together or happy in general or with you?
Totally selfish, but, I love my parents dearly and my only wish would be that they would live forever. Or at least as long as me.
I don't know how I'm going to handle losing them. I'm doing ok right now but have been in some pretty dark places mentally. When I was suicidal, I managed to convince myself that it would be better if I was to go before them, so that I didn't have to deal with the pain of losing them. Thinking straight, that would be so selfish, just passing the pain on to them so I don't have to endure it.
Everything can be replaced but losing loved ones (including pets) is a burden that we must all shoulder at some point in our lives. Big *hugs* to anyone out there that needs them right now.
I honestly can't think of anything.
A lot of people think it's a bit shitty that my parents had me institutionalised, but even at the time I understood that it was a last option for them.
I've always fought my own battles (sometimes quite literally) and my parents would always support me. If I was in the wrong, they would tell me, but still stand with me to face the consequences.
The only thing that is borderline 'I wish my parents...' is:
They've both told me that they are leaving me nothing in their wills. Their reasoning is that I'm a survivor and they know (now) that I'll always be ok, but there are other family members that could really use the help, a grandchild with learning difficulties but great aspirations could go to university, another family member raising 4 kids after being widowed could do with the security. I'll get nothing, not even some jewellery or old photos.
It doesn't bother me, but my old man has got a pretty banging sound system that I wouldn't mind having. And I would like to get a hold of my ma's cookbook.
At that time in that place it was most kids changed school at 7/8, but my parents sent me to one slightly further away where nobody I knew was going. I hated it so much, I had serious problems making new friends. Then at 11/12, again it was normal to change school, but again my parents chose a school where I would have to start my social life from scratch. When I was crying all the time because I had no friends etc they said "Oh, we were expecting this" like I was a naughty child that was always spoiling things on purpose. (This wasn't because we moved house btw, they thought I would do better academically but there wasn't a big difference between schools and they were attentive parents so I probably would have done well almost anywhere.) I think it has gone on to cause problems throughout my life almost like abuse would.
I found it really hard changing schools when I was 8. Now I see the school I was at was the better one for me, especially hearing where other people ended up after that, but at the time it was really hard socially. When I got to high school I had a bit of trouble with school attendance, but after a while my social sphere really opened up and I was so much happier. I think there are still some links to those troubles in my current life still, which I have since worked through with my psychologist. I really hope you are doing okay now and have support, because it can be so tough feeling like you are alone or that no one understands your experience. Especially if it is in the past and you feel like it shouldn't be impacting you anymore.
I really wish my mom didn't treat me like a second class person, and had more sense and knowledge on how to pursue a career. Like, actually teach me how to network, in a honest and genuine way. Most importantly I just wish she would have listened to me and allowed me to go to her when I had a problem without making me feel like a loser.
