"EVERYONE has it rough' buddy!! !"...idiots!! !

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Yeah, but ya see, that's the rub - getting offered scholarships to three universities, but still not getting to go to the one you wanted may be 'suffering' by somebody's standards, but its hardly the same as spending four decades of your life hopping from job to job, getting fired every few months because you didn't behave exactly like everybody else.

I don't really believe everybody suffers, some just whine that they do because they don't get everything they want. Those are the people most likely to tell you to just 'suck it up, everybody suffers' - because they're so privileged, they have no effing clue what they're talking about.

I can look at the experiences of my own immediate family and tell you unequivocally - compared to what my life has been, not one of them has genuinely 'suffered', ever - not once in their entire lives. Their beneficent 'God' has spoiled them rotten.

in highschool I had a teacher who, after/during asking me various questions, said,
"Most kids have trouble in highschool. It's good to be miserable sometimes. ' builds character!"

my mom eventually had to go ask the school to tell this teacher to stop talking to me.

It sounds like you've closed your mind and heart to the suffering of anyone that doesn't meet a certain measure on your yardstick.

I can understand that you've suffered a lot; still are suffering. There's some envy, jealousy; bitterness perhaps? It would behoove you to try and find a way to let go of it. Maybe then you could find some compassion for your family and others who, though their suffering doesn't reach the extremes, are only mortals with bodies that age and ache and decay, with feelings and desires that are too often hurt and thwarted.

People seem to think I am having a pitty party when I tell how hard it was for me in school; even my own parents think I am exgerating.

That why I don't mention my school difficulties anymore. It tends to disturb people.

Maybe when you get older and have to deal with some really bad sh*t in the real world you'll feel differently. That most people don't care is fairly obvious and not really worth pointing out IMHO. The point is that at some point, at some time in your life, you'll really start to wish that someone did care.

This thread is giving me the same opinion of the word "suffering" as I have of the word "bullying" - people crying and preaching it far too much. Due to the fact that nine tenths of all people I know have cried "Wahh! I'm being bullied!" as a mocking or playful example, or even (in some cases) seriously, after one incident, whilst not having any idea of what bullying actually is (which, revolves around a prolonged series of events). From then on, the person that was "bullied" may decide to bring it up constantly to the other person in jest - "Oh, don't listen to him, he's just a bully! Haha!". Hence, now, I use the term harassment instead of bully.

As for suffering, like "bully", people claim they've suffered constantly at some point in their lives; and always seem to want to bring it to other's attention. Admittedly, that is what this forum is for - to discuss our incidents we have. However, when suffering has to dominate every element of a person's conversation - and it's all based around how oh-so pitiful the other person is, I can't help but think "For heck's sake, do you really need to tell me this?" in the same way that you think "You haven't suffered as much as me!" when someone says "We all suffer". As someone above has mentioned, maybe these people have suffered more than you - but you're under the simple, vain assumption that no-one can suffer more than you because only you could suffer this badly...

*takes a calm, deep breath to regain his composure*

...Then, ofcourse, we have those starving, dying kids in Third-World countries that turn to prostitution and worse methods in an effort to get food for themselves and their families. Who will never get an education and, thus, will be forced to do so for the rest of their pitifully short lived lives. Do you claim that, somehow, you are suffering more than them or that you deserve to be given more attention than them for your own suffering?

My apologies if people take offence to this, but this is (in the best way I can portray it) the feelings of those whom disagree with those who mention their suffering - past, present or future. I am merely portraying their view in my own post, and would like to request that this view, although partially my own opinion, is purely to be viewed as an answer to a question rather than a blatant insult to the OP.



You assume I haven't had it worse enough yet, do you? If that be the case, let me inform you a little bit of my history, shall I?

Since birth, I had a variety of operations. Circumcision of the genitalia due to the urination of blood, an eye operation (Laser eye surgery, I believe, but I'm not certain) for Strabismus ("cock-eyed"), a second operation because the first had apparently failed. After that, Glasses due to recovery from the Strabismus. After that, I was told, my skin was/is apparently naturally more greasy than average - thus, making me more prone to spots (this was at about aged 5, by the way. Nowhere near teenage years) that the doctor said might disappear by by teenage years (joy of joys, it has actually gotten worse...). After that, I was told my eyes were naturally bad (even after the Strabismus) and I'd need to wear glasses for the rest of my life.

Then, ofcourse, school... I had a grand total of one friend, and my lack of knowledge back then made me incredibly susceptible to stupidity. This one friend was severely ADHD - the kind that would take hissy fits and fire chairs when he didn't get what he wanted, incredibly violent and blood-lusty. How oh-so perfect that he chose he was going to face the son of one of the "dinner ladies" in "war"... Ofcourse, I was dragged into that with little choice. This son of the "dinner lady", however, was a socialite. He always had a group of friends by his side whenever "attacked" by me and my maniacal "friend". If I chose not to attack, I was attacked; if I chose to attack, I was beaten up; if I chose to defect, I was hunted down. Long story short, a false hallucination brought on by what I can only assume was fear got my parents to pull me out of the school. The school, itself, and their teachers were incompetent anyway. The school, therefore, died a few years later.

I then went to a private school shortly (putting my parents in worrying amounts of debt), where I spent a term being tamed from my incredibly violent and scarred self back into a semi-rule-abiding, but still violent, child. Through that time there was constant swearing at teachers, random physical acts of violence, headbutting for being "the new kid" (and the time I finally did stand up for myself, I was blamed after the kid had ran off in tears and preached to a teacher). A less than pleasant experience. Around this time, I was having trouble with the kids around the estate I live and thought it better to spend me entire time inside rather than subject myself to their violent ways. Hence, I first met the computer and experienced tearful online drama, hacking and vulgar imagery due to hacking for the first time... Escaping one problem to be dragged into the middle of another...

Third school, another public one, I was an outcast from the start. I was also very vulnerable, nervous and easily manipulated. I had two friends; but only one true friend. This true friend spent most of his time with me, but constantly went away to live with his father in Brussels... Thinking about it, i actually still miss him. He was a comedic, happy, jolly fellow who was always around to amuse and entertain me when feeling down. He left, returned once, then left again. He may still be in Brussels, or he may have came back. I have no idea. This second friend, however, I gained after the first had left. I was constantly clinging on and listening to every word of his, oh-so eager to fit in - and, boy, did he abuse it is so many ways... Mostly, ofcourse, to get himself out of trouble or get me in trouble. The thing he didn't expect, however, was me becoming too clingy towards him - never letting him play with others, because I had no-one else. This lasted until Secondary School.

As for more information of the third school, I was not on good terms with the teachers. "Year 4", I had a distinctive hissy, swearing fit with one before almost storming out of the classroom. Everyone was shocked. She asked me to come back and offered me a hug to calm down; I did so. "Year 5", I spent the entire year tormenting the teacher with openly swearing, before denying it to my parents - bringing them in to defend my lies. I still feel profusely guilty for the misery I must have caused that teacher. "Year 6", I was semi-calm. I had learnt to burst down into tears when physically attacked, but was mostly able to control my anger and abide (and even enforce, to a minor extent) the rules at school. The problem here, ofcourse, is that the frustration gets let out at home. From this, my parents take me to a psychologist and I find out I have Aspergers. A great boon at the time, yet a great curse later on. I just scraped the top grade in GCSEs, motivated by having heard of Aspergers. Previously, I was targeted one of the lowest possible grades.

Secondary school, I got on semi-fine apart from a few scuffles and once when I choked a guy against a window-sill after he attacked me. After that incident, I swore an oath of pacifism and haven't broke it since. Got inducted into "Special Needs", where I met two other ADHD people and another (low functioning) Aspie [as well as 2 other high-functioning Aspies, but they had little interest in pursuing friendship with a "Year 7" at the time. Admittedly, however, I did grow somewhat friendly with them both]... Oh, goodie... For two years, the ADHD kids were throwing pencils and all-what-not - unphased by the rules. In "Year 8", it was strange. It seemed the entire year was a game of role reversal - and it suddenly became "cool" to express how "gay" you were. These two ADHD boys most certainly did that alot, as did the vast majority of classmates... I got removed from PE because of such an incident. "Year 9", the school moved sites (big change). These two ADHD boys were no longer in the "Special Needs" - one moved away, the other just left. Homophobia arose again etc. and I spent my time stuck in a timetable purely consisting of Home-School. No exercise caused me to gain weight. I was exploring my sexual identity both at this time and the year after and, lucky me, my sexuality was verging towards a 5 or 6 on the Kinsey Scale at this point... The "Special Needs" gained 3 extra members due to this, two high-functioning Aspies and a third Neurotypical, whom I grew to truly befriend. The first Aspie was football orientated, the second was a conspiracy theorist whereas the neurotypical was a music fanatic. I also got a brace to fix my "fore-bite". It will take several years before finishing. Along with my spots, lack of exercise and glasses - I am not a very attractive person. I joined a group of friends, finally, that I view as mostly having taken advantage of me. I barely know them, they know me a heck of alot, I am rarely spoken to etc. More can be viewed here.

"Year 10", I came out as gay. First, to the Neurotypical friend (who has been loyal with the secret), then to Family, then to a few trusted "Special Needs" teachers at school, then to one of the Aspies (who, like the neurotypical and other Aspie, had graduated at that point) who I still kept in contact with. No-one knows about it outside that circle. About half the people I've told, including family, regard it as a "phase". Nothing much else happens for the rest of the year, other than gradual improvements on my physique and self confidence by the "Special Needs" Department. This is, pretty much, where I am today... Part of two minorities (being Aspie and Gay), still viewing myself hideous (although Academically intelligent, predicted A's) and lacking satisfaction socially. Not to mention crushing on my hopelessly straight friend etc. For more info, view here.

So, now, are you satisfied? Have I proven a point at my life already having been terrible? I'm a very intrapersonal person, searching up as much as I can about myself because I know that only I know the answer, and I can only truly rely on myself. The internet can guide me and give me ideas, but in the end, I can't be relying on anyone else to care for me as much mentally as I once did. You're right, there are times I did wish people cared, but I know i can't force my past onto them and find a way to keep myself motivated. Statistically, I should probably be either dead or taking some form of drug by now (being both Aspie and Gay), yet I'm not - and I take pride in not being that statistic; that pride drives me on to succeed and achieve more than I could have wished for 5 or 6 years ago.

Bacially youve just said 'Everyones thinks their life is hard, let me tell you how hard my life is'

Thank you, radiant Master, for your benevolent wisdom. I am enlightened and unburdened now and will join the spirits of the incorporeal Brotherhood in Shambala.

True, to an extent. The second part mostly is, but I've also basically said "I've learnt to rely on myself more than others because I know others don't want to hear me whine, I advise you at least try doing the same".

Well, he did presume that my life was perfect-happy-fun land currently, so what kind of post did you expect?

As for the first part (before the quote), that should be the argumentative part people should focus more on.

Note to self: I should keep the above as a memorial reference for if I ever create my own autobiography...

Yeah well i believe its unhealthy to dwell on all the bad things on your life, because if you dwell on bad things in your life your life becomes bad, Itde be better if people stopped thinking about how hard there life is

by the way have you seen Toy Story Three?