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 Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 2:55 pm
Okay, yes I realize the title is mis-leading in many ways. But here's the story-
All my life I've been wierd, crazy, yet very logical. I got in a bus accident in 1st grade,and was parinoid to be alone, as if something was watching me. I never told my parents that. I was sent to a therapist, who said I was just parinoid.
In 2nd or 3rd grade, I decided to walk down a major highway to school. I was sent to a therapist again. This time the therapist said that I had Multiple Personality Disorder and I was extremely parinoid. They wanted to put me on drugs, but my mom said no.
In 4th grade I started to get picked on. And no one helped me. My teacher said to stop telling lies, that it was wrong to make up things to get others in trouble. The guidence consuler was always to busy to talk to.
Also I had an Altercation with a older kid who would tease me, so what right? He tossed mud at me, grabbed my hair and dragged me, break my things, steal my things, get people to think Iam rascist. My only friend had to act as if she didn't like me when he was around or he would have beaten her too. The cops were called, and he was banned from ever coming near the apartment complex. But he came back and tormented me,
In 5th grade, I was still getting picked on, but it turned physical. Pushed, kick, slapped. My teacher didn't care all she cared about was herself. I talked to the counsler, it only made it worse. Balls were being thrown at me, (dodgeballs, baseballs, soccerballs...).
Also, my best friend died in a fire. I cried when I found out. But after that, I locked my feelings up. I couldn't even cry during the funeral, I just stood there staring blankly. I decided to name that side of me Rose. So Rose is my emotionless, uncaring personality. And during this I was still parinoid to be alone, afraid someone would hurt me.
And I also broke my leg, and before I stepped on on the ice to free skate with my troop (girl scouts) I told the leaders I didn't want to, my ankle was hurting. But they pushed me, and I went. I slipped and crack! Type 4 leg fracture. From the start on the tibia down through the ankle into my growth plates. That only gained more teaseing at school.
In 6th grade, things looked up a little. But the bullying continued. I started to turn into Rose more often. Teaseing and hitting people so I wouldn't be teased. Rose started to take over me. I was mean to anyone, even teachers.
In 7th grade, the thoughts started. I became suicidal. The teasing had started again, and it added up. I went to a therapist. She agreed that I was Bi-polar, and extremly Parinoid. (So Parinoid I couldn't be in the same room with only one person, nor by myself.) The therapist suggested that I was to be put on meds, but my mom said no.
I have recently learned since we moved to a small town now, that I am an empath, and I can see ghosts. And also, I have three personalitys.
Victoria- The emotional one, who was teased all her life and suicidal.
Rose- The one with no emotion, no regards for others. Willing to hurt someone, or even think of how to kill them.
And, Kaylana (Pronounced Kay-Lana) - The logical and smart one. The one who can put up with the occasional teasing.
Even though now I'm 14, I am still very parinoid, and I still slip into Rose or Kaylana without even thinking. I also am not joking, I have randomly started to cry, laugh or be moody from a ghost's emotion. And I've have been looked at wierdly when I start talking to air when there is a ghost.
That is now the end of my rant. Comment if you want.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 5:22 pm
I'm sorry I was teased too...but never this harshly.In some ways I can understand you.I can sense ghosts too I can hear there voices and in some rare cases I can see them.Because of what I could hear/see people called me a freak and a liar.I've also been hurt by other people so much I had to miss school for more than half the year(I was in 3rd grade)I had to lock away my emotions so the people that tormented me could see my reactions to the sick things they did to me I reamained that way to this day now only showing my true self to the people I can trust and call friends.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 6:12 pm
To be honest, I think a large majority of people who frequent this site (and even people who don't) will agree to having been teased at some point or another while they were going through school. I can't say as to how many of them were teased to the same magnitude as you were, but at the very least keep in mind that you're most definitely not alone in that regard. I had to deal with it, my brothers had to deal with it, and my parents had to deal with it too. Just let it go in one ear and out the other. And be a little more assertive.
Also, I can't help but think it'd be kind of neat to be empathic. It'd make dealing with people quite a bit easier.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 7:26 pm
I have to admit, I'm a bit skeptic about the whole thing. I'm sorry if you were picked on this much. I was kind of expecting a question at the end of this.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 7:53 pm
I’ve been teased my hole life, always being harassed even at my own home where loved ones are.
The only difference about this and me, is that I never went to a therapist.
I used to cry everyday, always paranoid about what will happen next but when I soon went to middle school I started to turn more cold towards people, in the sixth grade I soon started hitting my sisters and other kids who would make fun of me.
So yeah I’m bi-polar too and yeah I have a non-emotional side too...But that does not lead me to believe that I have two different personalities and/or mind that I share.
Sorry but I doubt this for some strange reason....The two different personalities statement kind of made me laugh.{not meant to offend}
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 9:13 am
I call my Sadist side of me Justine.......And I seem to talk to ghost.....
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 9:42 am
I do hope that you understand that if someone with a perfectly clean bill of mental health told me that they could see ghosts, I wouldn't believe them. Given yours (which is dubious, to say the least) I don't know if you are willfully lying, can't help but lie, or if you truly believe that you can... But I certainly don't believe that you can truly see ghosts.
Whatever the case, if you're talking to entities that aren't visible to anyone else, I would highly recommend sharing this with your therapist as well. They can help you with that.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 2:54 pm
I am not lying, at all. I had spilt out all my troubles to starngers and yet youall say I lie. This is why I hate people... They all think I lie, never wanting to believe the horrible truth that is someone's life. emo
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 3:19 pm
sad thats sad....your story and life is sad....im terribly sorry for you but just remember all those evil people that tormented you through out your life will truly get what they deserve in the near future and as my mom sometimes say's 'Eff them and anyone who looks like'em'...i was picked on because of my skin color but im not going into detail....im not really able to see ghost but i hear weird things sometimes when everyone is asleep and theirs no one around....but like i said before im very sorry for you and those people will get what they deserve
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 7:12 pm
Goodbye_Lullaby I am not lying, at all. I had spilt out all my troubles to starngers and yet youall say I lie. This is why I hate people... They all think I lie, never wanting to believe the horrible truth that is someone's life. emo I understand exactly what you mean, and I think I know what you're going through... and for all of that and my own various psychological problems, I am probably going to a mental hospital for help...
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 9:53 pm
Ok, I have to comment on this one, I know exactly what you're going through. I've been down the road of being bullied, and all that stuff. I too am an Empath, so I know how you feel on that part. Another thing is that the people who don't understand or know what you're talking about, they all will say you're making this up, or you're crazy, just so that they can put a reason behind why you're like this. And for those of us who have the empath gift, we are the lucky, and cursed ones at the same time. Lucky to know and feel how other people are, the ability to read them even if it's over a computer or face to face. Now, for those of you who think she's nuts, or is lying, why would you say that to her? She's telling the truth and nothing but the truth, those with out the empath gift will never understand. However, I understand you. It's not anything abnormal, it's more spiritual. If any one wants to ask me questions, go for it. Or if you want to say I'm crazy or what ever, have fun. I will try to answer any questions as clearly as possible. Just try to be open minded for those of you who are confused as to if she's lying or if she's telling the truth. Heaven is Love. Peace.
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 10:41 pm
Goodbye_Lullaby Okay, yes I realize the title is mis-leading in many ways. But here's the story-
All my life I've been wierd, crazy, yet very logical. I got in a bus accident in 1st grade,and was parinoid to be alone, as if something was watching me. I never told my parents that. I was sent to a therapist, who said I was just parinoid.
In 2nd or 3rd grade, I decided to walk down a major highway to school. I was sent to a therapist again. This time the therapist said that I had Multiple Personality Disorder and I was extremely parinoid. They wanted to put me on drugs, but my mom said no.
In 4th grade I started to get picked on. And no one helped me. My teacher said to stop telling lies, that it was wrong to make up things to get others in trouble. The guidence consuler was always to busy to talk to.
Also I had an Altercation with a older kid who would tease me, so what right? He tossed mud at me, grabbed my hair and dragged me, break my things, steal my things, get people to think Iam rascist. My only friend had to act as if she didn't like me when he was around or he would have beaten her too. The cops were called, and he was banned from ever coming near the apartment complex. But he came back and tormented me,
In 5th grade, I was still getting picked on, but it turned physical. Pushed, kick, slapped. My teacher didn't care all she cared about was herself. I talked to the counsler, it only made it worse. Balls were being thrown at me, (dodgeballs, baseballs, soccerballs...).
Also, my best friend died in a fire. I cried when I found out. But after that, I locked my feelings up. I couldn't even cry during the funeral, I just stood there staring blankly. I decided to name that side of me Rose. So Rose is my emotionless, uncaring personality. And during this I was still parinoid to be alone, afraid someone would hurt me.
And I also broke my leg, and before I stepped on on the ice to free skate with my troop (girl scouts) I told the leaders I didn't want to, my ankle was hurting. But they pushed me, and I went. I slipped and crack! Type 4 leg fracture. From the start on the tibia down through the ankle into my growth plates. That only gained more teaseing at school.
In 6th grade, things looked up a little. But the bullying continued. I started to turn into Rose more often. Teaseing and hitting people so I wouldn't be teased. Rose started to take over me. I was mean to anyone, even teachers.
In 7th grade, the thoughts started. I became suicidal. The teasing had started again, and it added up. I went to a therapist. She agreed that I was Bi-polar, and extremly Parinoid. (So Parinoid I couldn't be in the same room with only one person, nor by myself.) The therapist suggested that I was to be put on meds, but my mom said no.
I have recently learned since we moved to a small town now, that I am an empath, and I can see ghosts. And also, I have three personalitys.
Victoria- The emotional one, who was teased all her life and suicidal.
Rose- The one with no emotion, no regards for others. Willing to hurt someone, or even think of how to kill them.
And, Kaylana (Pronounced Kay-Lana) - The logical and smart one. The one who can put up with the occasional teasing.
Even though now I'm 14, I am still very parinoid, and I still slip into Rose or Kaylana without even thinking. I also am not joking, I have randomly started to cry, laugh or be moody from a ghost's emotion. And I've have been looked at wierdly when I start talking to air when there is a ghost.
That is now the end of my rant. Comment if you want. I just need to say this one thing... YOU ARE NOT CRAZY! THERE ARE PLENTY OF OTHER PEOPLE WITH SIMILAR ISSUES THAT OTHERS SAY ARE "MENTAL DISORDERS" WHEN REALLY THEY'RE JUST PUTTING A DUMB NAME TO SOMETHING SO THAT THEY THINK THEY CAN UNDERSTAND IT! Now that that's out of the way... I have to joke around a little bit. Therapist is a compound word. The... rapist....
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 4:54 pm
Amras Tasatir Goodbye_Lullaby Okay, yes I realize the title is mis-leading in many ways. But here's the story-
All my life I've been wierd, crazy, yet very logical. I got in a bus accident in 1st grade,and was parinoid to be alone, as if something was watching me. I never told my parents that. I was sent to a therapist, who said I was just parinoid.
In 2nd or 3rd grade, I decided to walk down a major highway to school. I was sent to a therapist again. This time the therapist said that I had Multiple Personality Disorder and I was extremely parinoid. They wanted to put me on drugs, but my mom said no.
In 4th grade I started to get picked on. And no one helped me. My teacher said to stop telling lies, that it was wrong to make up things to get others in trouble. The guidence consuler was always to busy to talk to.
Also I had an Altercation with a older kid who would tease me, so what right? He tossed mud at me, grabbed my hair and dragged me, break my things, steal my things, get people to think Iam rascist. My only friend had to act as if she didn't like me when he was around or he would have beaten her too. The cops were called, and he was banned from ever coming near the apartment complex. But he came back and tormented me,
In 5th grade, I was still getting picked on, but it turned physical. Pushed, kick, slapped. My teacher didn't care all she cared about was herself. I talked to the counsler, it only made it worse. Balls were being thrown at me, (dodgeballs, baseballs, soccerballs...).
Also, my best friend died in a fire. I cried when I found out. But after that, I locked my feelings up. I couldn't even cry during the funeral, I just stood there staring blankly. I decided to name that side of me Rose. So Rose is my emotionless, uncaring personality. And during this I was still parinoid to be alone, afraid someone would hurt me.
And I also broke my leg, and before I stepped on on the ice to free skate with my troop (girl scouts) I told the leaders I didn't want to, my ankle was hurting. But they pushed me, and I went. I slipped and crack! Type 4 leg fracture. From the start on the tibia down through the ankle into my growth plates. That only gained more teaseing at school.
In 6th grade, things looked up a little. But the bullying continued. I started to turn into Rose more often. Teaseing and hitting people so I wouldn't be teased. Rose started to take over me. I was mean to anyone, even teachers.
In 7th grade, the thoughts started. I became suicidal. The teasing had started again, and it added up. I went to a therapist. She agreed that I was Bi-polar, and extremly Parinoid. (So Parinoid I couldn't be in the same room with only one person, nor by myself.) The therapist suggested that I was to be put on meds, but my mom said no.
I have recently learned since we moved to a small town now, that I am an empath, and I can see ghosts. And also, I have three personalitys.
Victoria- The emotional one, who was teased all her life and suicidal.
Rose- The one with no emotion, no regards for others. Willing to hurt someone, or even think of how to kill them.
And, Kaylana (Pronounced Kay-Lana) - The logical and smart one. The one who can put up with the occasional teasing.
Even though now I'm 14, I am still very parinoid, and I still slip into Rose or Kaylana without even thinking. I also am not joking, I have randomly started to cry, laugh or be moody from a ghost's emotion. And I've have been looked at wierdly when I start talking to air when there is a ghost.
That is now the end of my rant. Comment if you want. I just need to say this one thing... YOU ARE NOT CRAZY! THERE ARE PLENTY OF OTHER PEOPLE WITH SIMILAR ISSUES THAT OTHERS SAY ARE "MENTAL DISORDERS" WHEN REALLY THEY'RE JUST PUTTING A DUMB NAME TO SOMETHING SO THAT THEY THINK THEY CAN UNDERSTAND IT! Now that that's out of the way... I have to joke around a little bit. Therapist is a compound word. The... rapist.... Thanks for the joke. I noticed that and always told it to my therapists. They look at me like I just sprouted another eye or something.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 5:16 pm
I am a guy who has never been in the same place for more than a couple years. After I entered middle school, the only place I had consistent contact with my friends disappeared. No one bothered to ask if that affected me. It did, horribly. I spent all of my 18 years reading and playing games to distract myself from the loneliness. I find that if I don't have anything to do, I fall asleep to dream of happier lives. Due to what may possibly be excessive imagination, I developed a second personality almost overnight. I began hating people that believed certain things or acted in certain ways. I would willingly murder them and would constantly imagine ways in which I would torture/kill them. It is a beast that seems to grow the older I get and the reserved, sensitive side seems to be more and more like a mask I put on to keep people from finding out. Being lonely doesn't matter anymore, but this hatred never seems to go away no matter what I do. I've occasionally considered suicide or self mutilation. I'm currently joining the military to see if putting myself through hell on earth will help at all. I wonder what may become of me, or if anything will ever keep me from becoming the monster beneath the skin.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 5:55 pm
Goodbye_Lullaby Amras Tasatir Goodbye_Lullaby Okay, yes I realize the title is mis-leading in many ways. But here's the story-
All my life I've been wierd, crazy, yet very logical. I got in a bus accident in 1st grade,and was parinoid to be alone, as if something was watching me. I never told my parents that. I was sent to a therapist, who said I was just parinoid.
In 2nd or 3rd grade, I decided to walk down a major highway to school. I was sent to a therapist again. This time the therapist said that I had Multiple Personality Disorder and I was extremely parinoid. They wanted to put me on drugs, but my mom said no.
In 4th grade I started to get picked on. And no one helped me. My teacher said to stop telling lies, that it was wrong to make up things to get others in trouble. The guidence consuler was always to busy to talk to.
Also I had an Altercation with a older kid who would tease me, so what right? He tossed mud at me, grabbed my hair and dragged me, break my things, steal my things, get people to think Iam rascist. My only friend had to act as if she didn't like me when he was around or he would have beaten her too. The cops were called, and he was banned from ever coming near the apartment complex. But he came back and tormented me,
In 5th grade, I was still getting picked on, but it turned physical. Pushed, kick, slapped. My teacher didn't care all she cared about was herself. I talked to the counsler, it only made it worse. Balls were being thrown at me, (dodgeballs, baseballs, soccerballs...).
Also, my best friend died in a fire. I cried when I found out. But after that, I locked my feelings up. I couldn't even cry during the funeral, I just stood there staring blankly. I decided to name that side of me Rose. So Rose is my emotionless, uncaring personality. And during this I was still parinoid to be alone, afraid someone would hurt me.
And I also broke my leg, and before I stepped on on the ice to free skate with my troop (girl scouts) I told the leaders I didn't want to, my ankle was hurting. But they pushed me, and I went. I slipped and crack! Type 4 leg fracture. From the start on the tibia down through the ankle into my growth plates. That only gained more teaseing at school.
In 6th grade, things looked up a little. But the bullying continued. I started to turn into Rose more often. Teaseing and hitting people so I wouldn't be teased. Rose started to take over me. I was mean to anyone, even teachers.
In 7th grade, the thoughts started. I became suicidal. The teasing had started again, and it added up. I went to a therapist. She agreed that I was Bi-polar, and extremly Parinoid. (So Parinoid I couldn't be in the same room with only one person, nor by myself.) The therapist suggested that I was to be put on meds, but my mom said no.
I have recently learned since we moved to a small town now, that I am an empath, and I can see ghosts. And also, I have three personalitys.
Victoria- The emotional one, who was teased all her life and suicidal.
Rose- The one with no emotion, no regards for others. Willing to hurt someone, or even think of how to kill them.
And, Kaylana (Pronounced Kay-Lana) - The logical and smart one. The one who can put up with the occasional teasing.
Even though now I'm 14, I am still very parinoid, and I still slip into Rose or Kaylana without even thinking. I also am not joking, I have randomly started to cry, laugh or be moody from a ghost's emotion. And I've have been looked at wierdly when I start talking to air when there is a ghost.
That is now the end of my rant. Comment if you want. I just need to say this one thing... YOU ARE NOT CRAZY! THERE ARE PLENTY OF OTHER PEOPLE WITH SIMILAR ISSUES THAT OTHERS SAY ARE "MENTAL DISORDERS" WHEN REALLY THEY'RE JUST PUTTING A DUMB NAME TO SOMETHING SO THAT THEY THINK THEY CAN UNDERSTAND IT! Now that that's out of the way... I have to joke around a little bit. Therapist is a compound word. The... rapist.... Thanks for the joke. I noticed that and always told it to my therapists. They look at me like I just sprouted another eye or something. I'm sure they're just tired of hearing it. Its a joke that's been around since the 90's
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