I'm interested in a well thought-out, analytical series of suggestions on what my life is an may in the future be. Here's some data to go over, mostly told from personal perspective. Get to work all you thinkers!
I grew up with my parents always fighting over money, most of the time they just faught over anything at all. When I began going to school everything was fun, I did alright for a young kid, had friends, basically was fine. Later on in Junior High things had changed, almost all my friends were gone (because they moved away or merely lost interest) an I found myself alone. We lived in the same area all of our lives so it's not like there was anything new to learn about the social structure surrounding me.
In Junior High I never made 1 friend, mostly I was bullied an treated badly by other students. I tried fitting in but always had different feelings then the other kids about life. No one ever really approached me wanting to play after school, or anything similar. I found myself more alone then ever, this is when my depression set in. For some time after Freshman year in Junior High I suffered sporadic feelings of helplessness, worthlessness, doubt, then fear. Most of the time it related to either home or school. When I finally graduated I thanked god I was free, yet another hell was to begin.
High School was perhaps the worst time for me in my life. It was when I got to see all those around me forming relationships, friendships, an always being the one left out. I really was a nice guy, a good person, but nothing ever happened socially for me. I had a very difficult time looking people in the eyes to the point I walked with my head bowed (until my chiropractor said it was messing my neck up). I tried during this time to leave others alone out of fear they'd tease or make fun of me. I wasn't very bad looking, I think I looked ok. The thing is somehow, someway, people just never saught any contact with me. I was very open an considerate, but I never found anyone that seemed to care.
This lead me to even more depression, then around Junior High I began therapy which didn't really help. High School was a big part of my life, I always knew I'd never get a degree, that I'd end up living at home with a fairly basic job. Even so I wanted to have more in life, I just couldn't find a way of acquiring it.
So there I finally graduate High School and don't even attend the graduation ceremonies. I declined to attend because I had barely passed Senior year an felt ashamed that I should even be seen there. Most of the people in the classes had known of me someway, they all treated me badly or ignored me entirely. The thing is I could hear the ceremonies from my house because I lived that close! I remember thinking how I wish I had friends so that going would really matter.
This leads me to around now. I got out, worked at Turtle Wax awhile, when things got to hard at home I eventually moved out to California to stay with my sister for a few years.. then my depression became even worse (because we lived in a terrible apartment in Korea Town though I'm not Korean) and the lonliness was even more appearant then before. I basically had nothing, no life, just work, eat, work, and it wasn't even that much money!
I came back to live with my parents (at my concern) but knowing it had to be done. Had I stayed there I would surely have gone mad! My depression around this time was terrible, I felt I would barely get home without loosing my mind. I had obsessive thoughts on suicide often (though I'm better now, more later). For quite some time after my return I had no employment, this served to decrease my self-esteem even more, thus my obsession with suicide. I finally got a position with a security company, but this wasn't ideal. It kept me isolated, alone, and I felt my mind start to dive.
Around 5 months later I was just so sick mentally (from depression) that I had to goto the ER an get some help. I had no insurance so it sucked, but after being treated like trash I basically found I had a choice, go home or be admitted volunteerily to a psychiatric clinic. What did I do? I went. I spent Christmas there, basically trying not to want to die.
Enough of that though, I got on Zoloft, got Therapy (for a few years now) and found a job. The thing about it is I still have no social life, except what I've gotten online. I work, I talk with people, but seriously I've got no friends.
My questions to you all are really just to offer up your opinions. I'm fine now, Zoloft basically treats my problems with depression. Still not wanting to die hasn't helped me meet any friends or find something I feel comfortable in. I live at home, am 25, haven't had a girlfriend in years if ever. So what am I doing wrong? Considering my dealings with school going to college (I did go for awhile but didn't want to finish) seems crazy. I'm sure seeing everyone around me so smart, socially developed, well it would make me feel even worse then I do now about everything that's happened to me.
I'm trying to overcome my learned helplessness, so I figured why not find out what scientific people thought.
I grew up with my parents always fighting over money, most of the time they just faught over anything at all. When I began going to school everything was fun, I did alright for a young kid, had friends, basically was fine. Later on in Junior High things had changed, almost all my friends were gone (because they moved away or merely lost interest) an I found myself alone. We lived in the same area all of our lives so it's not like there was anything new to learn about the social structure surrounding me.
In Junior High I never made 1 friend, mostly I was bullied an treated badly by other students. I tried fitting in but always had different feelings then the other kids about life. No one ever really approached me wanting to play after school, or anything similar. I found myself more alone then ever, this is when my depression set in. For some time after Freshman year in Junior High I suffered sporadic feelings of helplessness, worthlessness, doubt, then fear. Most of the time it related to either home or school. When I finally graduated I thanked god I was free, yet another hell was to begin.
High School was perhaps the worst time for me in my life. It was when I got to see all those around me forming relationships, friendships, an always being the one left out. I really was a nice guy, a good person, but nothing ever happened socially for me. I had a very difficult time looking people in the eyes to the point I walked with my head bowed (until my chiropractor said it was messing my neck up). I tried during this time to leave others alone out of fear they'd tease or make fun of me. I wasn't very bad looking, I think I looked ok. The thing is somehow, someway, people just never saught any contact with me. I was very open an considerate, but I never found anyone that seemed to care.
This lead me to even more depression, then around Junior High I began therapy which didn't really help. High School was a big part of my life, I always knew I'd never get a degree, that I'd end up living at home with a fairly basic job. Even so I wanted to have more in life, I just couldn't find a way of acquiring it.
So there I finally graduate High School and don't even attend the graduation ceremonies. I declined to attend because I had barely passed Senior year an felt ashamed that I should even be seen there. Most of the people in the classes had known of me someway, they all treated me badly or ignored me entirely. The thing is I could hear the ceremonies from my house because I lived that close! I remember thinking how I wish I had friends so that going would really matter.
This leads me to around now. I got out, worked at Turtle Wax awhile, when things got to hard at home I eventually moved out to California to stay with my sister for a few years.. then my depression became even worse (because we lived in a terrible apartment in Korea Town though I'm not Korean) and the lonliness was even more appearant then before. I basically had nothing, no life, just work, eat, work, and it wasn't even that much money!
I came back to live with my parents (at my concern) but knowing it had to be done. Had I stayed there I would surely have gone mad! My depression around this time was terrible, I felt I would barely get home without loosing my mind. I had obsessive thoughts on suicide often (though I'm better now, more later). For quite some time after my return I had no employment, this served to decrease my self-esteem even more, thus my obsession with suicide. I finally got a position with a security company, but this wasn't ideal. It kept me isolated, alone, and I felt my mind start to dive.
Around 5 months later I was just so sick mentally (from depression) that I had to goto the ER an get some help. I had no insurance so it sucked, but after being treated like trash I basically found I had a choice, go home or be admitted volunteerily to a psychiatric clinic. What did I do? I went. I spent Christmas there, basically trying not to want to die.
Enough of that though, I got on Zoloft, got Therapy (for a few years now) and found a job. The thing about it is I still have no social life, except what I've gotten online. I work, I talk with people, but seriously I've got no friends.
My questions to you all are really just to offer up your opinions. I'm fine now, Zoloft basically treats my problems with depression. Still not wanting to die hasn't helped me meet any friends or find something I feel comfortable in. I live at home, am 25, haven't had a girlfriend in years if ever. So what am I doing wrong? Considering my dealings with school going to college (I did go for awhile but didn't want to finish) seems crazy. I'm sure seeing everyone around me so smart, socially developed, well it would make me feel even worse then I do now about everything that's happened to me.
I'm trying to overcome my learned helplessness, so I figured why not find out what scientific people thought.