This time of year is meant to be filled with joy and family get-togethers, but not everyone has family or anything to be happy about. So are you ok?
No.
Same
Of course not. I’m a millennial on anti-depressants, working a zero-hours contract job with no hope of ever owning property in my lifetime, living in a developed country with solved problems but a populace too spiteful to ever implement the solutions.
I’m in the same boat and at this rate I feel like my retirement is with Remington
Nope, not ok.
Doctors told me I have autism a year ago, I told my family, they thought I was delusional and insane and tried to force me into a mental asylum in the middle of nowhere.
Got all my stuff, put it in my car… got mugged, car got stolen, spent a year homeless. Credit ruined, everything I have ever owned is gone, and the best part was all the rest of my friends and family either didnt believe me when I told them what was happening to me, thought I was insane… or were too busy to handle all my drama right now.
At least I can write on lemmy I guess.
I wish there was more I could do for you than just sit here and talk to you.
Well, thanks!
I would do a Go Fund Me or something like that but I am too worried they would find me.
How does it go from “the doctor’s tell me I have autism” to “you’re delusional and insane”? That can’t be the only thing that happened, I mean that you told your family?
My father is a delusional QTard who believes that Tom Hanks’ son kills eats and rapes children for adrenochrome, believes that ANTIFA did Jan 6th, and took great pride in showing me where and how he assembles firearms without serial numbers. Also he drank and drove so much he had to have an interlock device on his car for 7 years.
My brother, who I was living with, barely passed high school as he was spending all his time going to raves, doing so much MDMA/Ecstasy that he gave himself Serotonin Shock Syndrome, believes Shadow People are real, believes he can see peoples ‘auras’, was constantly pressuring me into doing hallucinogenic mushrooms, and believes it is funny to gaslight his schizoeffective girlfriend by telling her that everything that she did or said to him in the past 30 minutes /did not actually happen/, and then go ‘haha just kidding, love you babe smooch’
My mother has a neurological disorder, spent her childhood doing any random drugs anyone would hand her on the street, and just generally speaking has the emotional and intellectual capacity of an 8 year old.
I would go on but I think you get the idea.
Quite literally by the time I was a preteen I was placed into an advanced education track at my middle school, and would come home to my entire family having insane emotional breakdowns and fights with each other all the time, and I actually just went online and to the library, learned basic psychology and would have to stop all their arguments via de escalation and leading group therapy sessions, basically everyday, until I gave up and just moved the family computer into my room and put headphones on.
Took me 34 years and nearly dying many times now to realize my family has always been completely insane, and they are incapable of changing.
This is not a healthy environment for neurotypical people. You are basically Matilda. ;) I hope you find a safe home and safe space and keep away from these people.
Hah, Matilda, no one has ever called me that before. =)
Yeah, I plan on never speaking to any of them ever again. I would prefer they think I am dead, as they are dead to me.
Aha also I cannot help myself with a nitpick:
Autistic people are neurodiverse, as well as I think uh ADHD and schizoid types and i think there is one other major one.
Normies are neurotypical, lol.
Honestly, not really. I experienced something traumatic on Christmas eve of 2017 and have never completely recovered. I’ll probably never get back to where I was before that.
It really used to be my favorite day of the year but now it’s just raw and awful and I have to keep up appearances so I’m not a miserable person to be around. I really don’t want to be that way, I’m generally a pretty easygoing, easy to get along with kinda guy so I hate the shift that I make.
I’m sorry to hear. Have you tried talking to your family/friends about it? I’m sure they would be understanding and try to help you the way I wish I could.
I’ve talked to some friends about it, but honestly it’s probably ground I need to tread with a therapist. I thought I had a good handle on it but this year has been particularly tough for some reason.
Thank you, though, I appreciate the sentiment!
Your welcome. If you can, please do see someone about it. It’s better to talk about it than to let it build.
I’ve talked to a therapist in the past - not about this, but about the rest of the abuse that was heaped on me during that time. It did help some.
You’re right, and it’s very similar advice my friends gave me. The hard part is finding the time and energy together to let me do it.
Yes and no.
Like, am I stressed as fuck? Yes. Am I fed and housed also yes.
I hope things get better for you.
No, but that’s ok
I’m actually doing really well (but I’m getting some survivor’s guilt from that)
Its not your fault. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but it’s not your fault.
He killed his entire family
Twice
What?
What country you from?
The US?
Yeah same. A lot of people are not doing well with the economy being down. I’ve encountered a lot of people looking for work. I’m sure it’ll get better by this time next year.
How are you, OP?
I’m right as rain, but how are you?
Expects everyone else to open up - gives you a canned answer.
Kidding OP; some sympathy can go a long way so this was nice of you.
Fuck no, I have 4 years of industry experience and my industry is basically falling apart. I haven’t been able to find work since March. Even construction labour jobs requiring no experience wont call me back. If I cant make something work soon I might just decide to french kiss an electrical socket.
Please don’t do that. I know it would be hard to, but maybe try looking for a different carrer path if you can. Just don’t give up, please.
The horror isn’t in killing yourself, the horror is living in hell so that other people can feel good that you’re suffering instead of dead.
Sadly not. I still have no friends, and no one to talk to. I recently escaped from being literal forced labor for a gang, and am now trying to put life back together without telling my family.
My family are all very catholic, and they’d want my head on a stick if they knew I was stuck working for a gang, despite it being against my will.
Christmas is gonna be hard, because I’ll have to resist the urge to let out those emotions, as they’re the only people I talk to. Still looking for a good friend :(
I don’t have a great relationship with my family, so it makes it even harder around christmas times. I’m a paranoid introvert in need of friends, and trust is hard to come by, so stress builds up until I freak out because I have no one to share any ideas or life stories with. No one to keep me level headed and make sure I’m okay, and no one for me to care about. Still looking for that one good friend to come along…
Want to roll the dice?
Just got the news last week that my dad, who was diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer in October, might have 5-7 months left. Plus my mom is slowly dying from COPD. I’m trying to stay positive and spend what might be the last Christmas we get with them. But to say I’m not feeling the happy new year vibes is an understatement. Only death and more depression coming in 2024.
I’m sorry for you. Spend what time you have left with them, make memories, it’s better to have loved them than not at all. I wish you the best.
No, but thanks for asking. I haven’t been ‘okay’ in 9+ years.
I hope it will get better for you.
It’s funny because it seems like the universe is saying, “Hey Slurpee. Why don’t you become an alcoholic? It’ll be fun.” Not that I drink habitually or a lot. It just seems alcohol is being pushed everywhere I go.
Work sucks because I have to do it. I imagine all the shit I’d have time to do if I didn’t have to work, both things I need to do and want to do. When I get done with work for the day, I feel too traumatized to do anything. So I put myself on autopilot until I can turn the world off and go to bed.
I got a bit of satisfaction last week when I went to an event where I got to sit on a chair and do nothing for an hour. And that’s all that was expected of me.
Oh, and a bucket of hammers from lemmygrad called me a Nazi, which would be laughable if they weren’t so serious about their “beliefs”.
This is the sixth Christmas without Mom.
She was my link to the family. I don’t hear from anyone except my sister and dad. I miss them all.
Try to reconnect with your family, I’m sure they miss you too.
I must be one of the few people on this platform who is genuinely okay and doing all right.
Can I have some of your okayness?
Also good!
