Truecel trait controlling parents

[thallium0000]

My dad doesn't even let me go to the mall without his shitty paranoia of me taking class a drugs. The guys has serious paranoid personality disorder

 

[PLA1092]

I don't know whether my parents would have been controlling or not because I never even got the chance to experience any of those things. No going out with friends/out on my own/becoming independent as a teen in any way at all because I was too much of a subhuman to actually have any opportunities like that.

 

[Fallenleaves]

How old are you?

 

[Antifem Lord]

Controlling parents can really fuck you up in life

 

[VitaminS]

Controlling parents can really fuck you up in life

 

[Intellau_Celistic]

Early Youth:

Yes. I'd lock the door and sit in a basement filled with asbestos. My parents were constantly arguing over bills...

Late Youth:

Aspie John was a 5'2 ethnic male from Brew City. He had previously lived with mother, though the two experienced a sudden cessation of government benefits upon Aspie John reaching adulthood. His mother, disgusted by her autistic and chronically anxious son, informed him that he was to leave upon reaching adulthood, so Aspie John left his home when the time for moving came. He boarded a bus and traveled for several hours to another country, during which an elderly Sicilian woman criticized him for sitting near her(This woman later pointed to him and started denigrating him with a friend as he exited the bus).

Understood. I'll proceed:

Several years ago, I entered my second mental breakdown after months of torment from youth living in a youth commune. I was paranoid, afraid of sleeping, and kept hearing voices of those youth in my mind for months afterward. I'd sleep in the basement of a relative and cringe whenever I'd hear laughter.


I coped with this by recounting all my negative experiences daily. I recalled how I was criticized by relatives for ASD, bullied in group therapy for ASD, ostracized in the commune for ASD, and I started analyzing all aspects of my suffering and realized that I was non-NT and incapable of truly bonding with Normies in a meaningful way. Then, I researched my conditions and spent hours seeking out techniques and therapies for myself, since my relatives did little to help me with them.

I was in this state during my first mental breakdown. I spent months circling between the basement and the upstairs living room of the apartment I shared with my mother.

Unable to integrate, I found myself dissociated from general society and spent my hours on an Internet Q/A website for hyper-partisan White males of middle-age.

The above user is "electricpole". He was someone I encountered many times over the six years I spent on Yahoo Answers. He once responded to one of my anger-fueled questions involving S.R.B by providing a photo of himself and his Black girlfriend with the simple description of "My girlfriend is very educated and I respect her deeply. This isn't Stormfront".

Yes. When I thought of Deángelis while sitting in the basement, I said this to myself:

"You only pitied me..."

Yes. When I was in the basement, I would fantasize about foid for extended periods of time and then suddenly stop and realize that I was alone.

 

[Med Anime]

that's the case with arbians parents

 

[Intellau_Celistic]

that's the case with arbians parents

Understood. I'll proceed:

Several years ago, I entered my second mental breakdown after months of torment from youth living in a youth commune. I was paranoid, afraid of sleeping, and kept hearing voices of those youth in my mind for months afterward. I'd sleep in the basement of a relative and cringe whenever I'd hear laughter.


I coped with this by recounting all my negative experiences daily. I recalled how I was criticized by relatives for ASD, bullied in group therapy for ASD, ostracized in the commune for ASD, and I started analyzing all aspects of my suffering and realized that I was non-NT and incapable of truly bonding with Normies in a meaningful way. Then, I researched my conditions and spent hours seeking out techniques and therapies for myself, since my relatives did little to help me with them.

I slept in the basement when I lived with Mother; a cocky older Black male would regularly say to his wife, "You can tell your brother bitch", as he was hitting her. He also snickered and laughed at me.

In the basement, I'd frequently have memories and fantasies of my negative experiences with other males and foids.

This is how I was during those states, powerless:

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That is the result of sheer anger and frustration. One transitions into a state in which he sits staring at the floor, unable to get resolution from anything besides wrapping his arms around himself.

This is why I gladly denigrate Justus Grossbier's oneitis without complaint.

Nothing new.

In the youth commune, Tyrone and his light-skinned roommate took pictures of my naked body as I was cleaning myself and shared them with other youth. "I'm not saying anything man"

He then uploaded a photo of his large penis on the basement computers to make fun of me.

Strange. I recall sitting in the basement for hours fantasizing about intelligent discussions with a Black boy named "Jacquis". It's as though I was never approached and asked about my knowledge or intelligence when it mattered.

There's a reason why only ultra-conservatives and WNs respected my intellect.

that's the case with arbians parents

You are in online school?

 

[LeFrenchCel]

I had this too

 

[Med Anime]

You are in online school?

i am not in school at all

 

[thallium0000]

How old are you?

besides the point
however old i am they want to be involved helicopter me with their paranoid delusions

 

[thallium0000]

that's the case with arbians parents

im nafri so not arab
so all magrebis have paranoid personality disorder?

 

[wei#3959]

Murder

 

[8CbZA-kHFu6pFgE*]

Had this too. Always checked my phone without giving any reasons to me

 

[willystroker]

My mother was the worst of both worlds. On one hand she was almost always at work so I rarely saw her. But if she ever caught me coming home late from school or leaving the house at all she would go ballistic. Once when I was walking home she called me and threatened to call the police then came by and picked me up and screamed at me for a while. I think that's a large reason why I became a shut-in.

My dad was great he would drag me out of the house when I just wanted to play xbox, so I got on my bike and went to other kids' houses and he let me do whatever. He took me to all kinds of places and had me work on projects with him. My only good memories were at his house or places he took me. I will never forgive my mother for divorcing him and later violating his custody.