sennaGTR
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I've had multiple moments in the recent years where I would sit and think about inceldom. I remember a lot of the moments I experienced being undesirable, being sensitive minded/non-neurotypical and being outcasted for just being myself. Like being reserved and having niche interests and behavior that wasn't extroverted was some sort of crime. I'm sure you all know what it's like. It fucking sucked man. It hurt so bad, and I was just a young kid who had no idea the world was like this, my parents weren't any better than the normies either, my dad could kind of tell what kind of son I was but he was also ruthlessly unkind and viewed children like business projects. anyway.
In the worst moments like this I've imagined meeting my younger self - like the elementary or middle school version of me - and telling him the truth about how it's not (my) fault he didn't meet normies expectations for basic decent treatment.
That would've helped me so much... going down this thought process has made me feel so miserably sad. I don't know how to describe it. I feel incredibly sorry for myself and then isolated because I know no one else would ever feel this empathetic for me, it's absurd that self pity is the only time someone in real life will feel pity for me lmfao.
if it weren't for .is or the internet showing me it wasn't my fault for this life I would've probably left society to live in a forest. But now I feel less burdened and I know it's just human nature, it's nothing wrong with me, it's what they want me to be that causes the issue and causes them to treat me terribly. not my fault. anyone else relate?
In the worst moments like this I've imagined meeting my younger self - like the elementary or middle school version of me - and telling him the truth about how it's not (my) fault he didn't meet normies expectations for basic decent treatment.
That would've helped me so much... going down this thought process has made me feel so miserably sad. I don't know how to describe it. I feel incredibly sorry for myself and then isolated because I know no one else would ever feel this empathetic for me, it's absurd that self pity is the only time someone in real life will feel pity for me lmfao.
if it weren't for .is or the internet showing me it wasn't my fault for this life I would've probably left society to live in a forest. But now I feel less burdened and I know it's just human nature, it's nothing wrong with me, it's what they want me to be that causes the issue and causes them to treat me terribly. not my fault. anyone else relate?
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