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Serious how many of you guys have childhood trauma

I feel like I do have childhood trauma. I come from a very dysfunctional family, but most of my trauma honestly came from how normies treated me in 5th grade and in middle school. I got away from it all just by going upstairs into my room and playing games like TF2 and Counter-Strike: Source. The most ironic part is that my parents would always scold me for being up in my room, but when I'd bring my gaming laptop downstairs to hang out with them, they'd start their stupid, relentless fighting again almost immediately.

When I was 10, and in 5th grade, I was ostracized a lot, had rumors thrown about that I was autistic (I am), and I was picked on to the point where I threatened suicide. A 10 year old shouldn't be thinking of those kinds of things. When I was 11-12, I was thinking about bringing a gun to school and picking off the kids who were talking shit about me, and of course that never happened. I had "friends" (with two actual friends) in middle school who were only my friends because they felt sorry for me.

High school was honestly a step up. I was still ostracized by the majority of people, but I grew in height and lost all my obese status, so no one picked on me anymore. I also had a small friend group in high school. I did a lot of shit in high school that I liked doing despite maintaining my incel status. My psyche mostly got better, but it didn't stop me from being a mute with trust issues, though.
i also remeber when i was in middle school some people came to me when i was crying because they felt bad for me but as u said as we grow no one can pick on us as we are stronger
 
fucking brutal bro ia m sorry you went through this. its like they want us to fucking

Understood.

When I was in my early teens, my father would constantly denigrate my autistic traits. He would often tell me,

"Why are you so shameful all the time?" (I was anxious and kept my head down in public)

"We're going to grandma's house, hurry up!"(He wanted to make himself seem like an excellent father by showing her his son)

"You're moving so slowly"(He would hit me; I was sluggish from ASD/trauma)

"Your cousins are better than you!" (Again, anxiety and depression)

"I'm saying this to be kind. Don't anger me." (If I was struggling to go inside a store due to anxiety)

I once had Pyelonephritis and was fairly weak from it to the point of needing to stay home when my father wanted to visit a store. My father, instead of asking me if I took my prescribed antibiotics, simply told me, "Hurry up, let's go see grandma". He then asked Grandma to patronize me for my "disobedience".

I temporarily walked outside with my half-relatives in 2013...I stopped after I developed Pyelonephritis and realized I didn't respect them much.
 
Around 13, my life got fucked up.
 
I do. I am like Mike Tyson, can cuss out somebody if I have enough or even fight somebody but feel scared inside and feel like shit. Fragile ego from shitty childhood and childhood in which I couldn't have independent say in anything because I was badly treated by family then and later on in school.
 
I was beat like crazy, never celebrated a birthday ever, never owned a single video game console. Helicopter parents never let me go out with friends pre-puberty (got super ugly after and had no friends). They made me get my license so late. Never been to a sleepover/a friends house etc. and on top of all this I grew up very poor constantly moving, it’s ropefuel honestly.
fuck this is some crazy next level shit
 
I guess but I don't care. One my stepdads was very violent. He only hit me a couple times but he beat my mom a lot, almost killed her once. Went to prison and got out. He threatened to kill us a few times, always destroyed everything the house, stole our shit and pawned it for booze and drugs. I was pretty scared for our lives but it doesn't bug me now.

There was another time, after the psychopath, when one of my stepdads died of cancer that fucked me up but I try not to think about it.
 

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