I'm in my late twenties and have never been in a relationship in my life whatsoever. I haven't had it easy. In my teens I began to gain tremendous weight and feel tired all the time out of the blue for seemingly no reason. After my high school was complete, it got so bad that I had no choice but to give up on going to college. I had to spend all this time at home barely going out, because I experienced constant pain and burning. Later, the cause was found to be a severe hormonal imbalance. I was given a drug by an endocrinologist, and started being able to lead a normal life and go out again within about two years.
You must imagine though how difficult it must be to try to start building a life out of nothing when you've been sheltered for so long. I haven't been totally cured, as there still remains tremendous, constant fatigue, and feelings of lethargy that I can do nothing about. I can only wait some more years to see if things will improve. A better diet and being more physically helps, but I always bump against an invisible ceeling.
Another thing that doesn't help was that as I was ill, my family would often insult me, tell me I'm a useless parasite, and someone would even hit me and terrorize me. I have moved on, but I have never gotten any of them to apologize. I have given up on it.
In college I was half-asleep and had no attention at all in class. I had so little energy that I almost never did my homework, never studied, and never cleaned up my apartment.
I still tried to go out and meet people, and I succeeded to an extent. But, these efforts were dampened by the fact that I am in an energy-saving mode all the time. I am reasonably socially adept, but yet extremely quiet, react very little, have little in the way of spontaneity. Not necessarily because I am introverted, but because it takes serious effort for me to do basic things.
I still managed to complete college, but only found odd jobs for about two years. It got so bad that I decided to leave New Brunswick, the Canadian province where I live, for Ontario. As a bilingual individual, tons of job opportunities opened up to me.
Unfortunately, it proves to be a social dead-end as well. I simply can hardly meet anyone, and hardly bond with anyone. I've made a list of all the groups that seem approachable to me, but after attending them, I go back home alone and haven't progressed time and time again. I have been here for 6 months, and I don't like it. I feel lonely, and people are indifferent, materialistic, and standoffish.
I see my time running out, unable to make progress, and dealing with the remnants of an illness which seems to poison all my chances of being intimate with someone and taking back a place within society.
I feel ashamed and good-for-nothing all the time. At work the other day a customer sent me an e-mail with a question. He spoke of me with such respect and esteem. Still today when I think of it, I feel like cowering, I feel "Why was this person respectful of me when I am garbage?". In life I will always have such gut reactions that I cannot control.
Before you suggest it, I have tried to see a therapist in the past, and to use drugs. In both cases there was no improvement at all. And frankly, I don't believe in these methods at all. To me it is snake oil, and usually people have situational problems.
I don't know why I registered here, I guess I'm just completely out of outlets. I try to remain upbeat and take it one day at a time, but all I can see is that I am totally stuck and have no hope left. I think if I wouldn't have my cat I would already be dead.
You must imagine though how difficult it must be to try to start building a life out of nothing when you've been sheltered for so long. I haven't been totally cured, as there still remains tremendous, constant fatigue, and feelings of lethargy that I can do nothing about. I can only wait some more years to see if things will improve. A better diet and being more physically helps, but I always bump against an invisible ceeling.
Another thing that doesn't help was that as I was ill, my family would often insult me, tell me I'm a useless parasite, and someone would even hit me and terrorize me. I have moved on, but I have never gotten any of them to apologize. I have given up on it.
In college I was half-asleep and had no attention at all in class. I had so little energy that I almost never did my homework, never studied, and never cleaned up my apartment.
I still tried to go out and meet people, and I succeeded to an extent. But, these efforts were dampened by the fact that I am in an energy-saving mode all the time. I am reasonably socially adept, but yet extremely quiet, react very little, have little in the way of spontaneity. Not necessarily because I am introverted, but because it takes serious effort for me to do basic things.
I still managed to complete college, but only found odd jobs for about two years. It got so bad that I decided to leave New Brunswick, the Canadian province where I live, for Ontario. As a bilingual individual, tons of job opportunities opened up to me.
Unfortunately, it proves to be a social dead-end as well. I simply can hardly meet anyone, and hardly bond with anyone. I've made a list of all the groups that seem approachable to me, but after attending them, I go back home alone and haven't progressed time and time again. I have been here for 6 months, and I don't like it. I feel lonely, and people are indifferent, materialistic, and standoffish.
I see my time running out, unable to make progress, and dealing with the remnants of an illness which seems to poison all my chances of being intimate with someone and taking back a place within society.
I feel ashamed and good-for-nothing all the time. At work the other day a customer sent me an e-mail with a question. He spoke of me with such respect and esteem. Still today when I think of it, I feel like cowering, I feel "Why was this person respectful of me when I am garbage?". In life I will always have such gut reactions that I cannot control.
Before you suggest it, I have tried to see a therapist in the past, and to use drugs. In both cases there was no improvement at all. And frankly, I don't believe in these methods at all. To me it is snake oil, and usually people have situational problems.
I don't know why I registered here, I guess I'm just completely out of outlets. I try to remain upbeat and take it one day at a time, but all I can see is that I am totally stuck and have no hope left. I think if I wouldn't have my cat I would already be dead.