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История из раздела первый шаг

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Трудно поверить что здесь все правда, но эта история тронула меня. Скопировал с англоязычного форума без перевода.

:)  Hi, everyone!... Marko here ... and that's my story

:) Hi everyone!

I'm 33 and I'm adult children of alcoholic. I had a horrible childhood and life up until around 25 years of age. Now I'm happy, I love life and every single day!

Still have some issues, but I'm somewhat optimistic about my future. I believe now firmly I ALWAYS DO MY BEST. I have no regrets whatsover about my past actions and decisions, because I know I ALWAYS DID MY BEST. I'm almost out of Anxiety now, but let me tell about my life and my struggles a bit...

Ever since I remember my father was drunk practically every day. He would yell, rage, bash the apartment, occasionally beat mum... I was scared and nervous since then. Mum was/still is codependent so she wouldn't leave that ba-stard. Everything was so chaotic and unpredictable at home. We never knew when father would come home. When he did, yelling and fighting with mum would start. I was afraid of father (on several occasions he threatened us with long butcher knife or hand axe he would kill us as pigs; it was deeply ingrained in my mind as an 3-4year old boy) and I saw mum in only these 3 states: yelling at father, crying and sleeping. She was constantly desperate and pessimistic. Emotionally she wouldn't care for me or my brother. She was cold, she didn't show any affection towards me. She never touched us, hugged us or said she loved us... I was practically alone in our house. I had noone to confide my problems to. Since we lived in apartment building, and u know how thin walls are there sometimes, I was very ashamed. I mean, everyone could hear the screaming at 2 am... and the next morning she would sent me sleep deprived all nervous little boy to go out and go to do shopping for groceries... man I was ashamed. As I saw neighbor, looking at me with weird look...and then that walk in front of the building. Awful feeling of everyone looking at me from those windows... There was also that time when I was 4 or 5 years old when my neighbor's father was killed by, guess who, my own drunk father. I still vividly remember all the kids from the block bullying me, showing me and screaming at me as if I killed my friend's father... It was just beyond me. It's not my fault I screamed in desperation, but they just wouldn't listen. Remembering that scene always brings tears...

Also at home I wasn't allowed to express anger (my brother had this luck he at least could beat me), I wasn't allowed to cry... in short I was forced to bury my feelings deep down. Maybe that's one of the reasons I'm still a bit afraid of feelings today... And I was laughed at publicly on several times (till recently my body would start to switch to panic mode anytime I'd laugh with group of friends. Subconsciously I somehow felt as if people were mockingly laughing at me and not at the joke itself; as of today I almost cleared that issue)

And if all that wasn't enough, as a child and kid I was very beautiful, and that so much I was stalked by girls ( to be precise, 4 of them). That was around me being 7 years old when probably the biggest defining moment in my life occurred.

One girl (I'm angry at her and call her bi-tch) was really stalking me hard. She just wouldn't let me be. She'd follow me everywhere. At first I was telling her nicely to go away, as she wouldn't listen I even used curses. Nothing. She was like robot closing on me anytime, anywhere. And on that time she got me cornered against dead end wall in that alley. I pushed her aside and screamed at her to let me be. I ran away. She also ran away, crying. She must have lied at home I was beating her or something... for the next day as I was on my way home back from school I got stopped by her brother (he was around 15 then and he was abnormally muscular) and, wouldn't you believe, my own brother (!). Then my own brother (he's 2 years older than me) grabbed me, holding me with my arms behind so I was all defenseless and vulnerable.... and that 15-year old muscle monster, lying girl's brother, was boxing me in the stomach.... It hurt as hell, and both bullies laughed. Yes, even my brother! I was wrongfully accused of beating that girl, and I was beaten for something I didn't do, and also by hands of my own brother! I felt like crap, worthless piece of shi-t. All in pain I went home. Of course father was drunk and I had noone to confide to. It was my own bed again. My safety nest. The next day social worker came to our home. I was sat behind the table with her and my mom and the worker would start talking about how boys shouldn't hit girls and such. I wasn't allowed to speak and tell them it was all big fat lie. As I tried to tell them that, they wouldn't let me talk! I was so angry. Even my own mother betrayed and abandoned me, just like my brother. I told my mum afterwards how I wasn't beating anyone but she wouldn't believe me! I felt like piece of garbage, worthless, abandoned, betrayed, ashamed ... and i couldn't express my anger either... and them crazy social workers put me in the same class at school with that liar girl.

That stalking incident made me turn into avoidant personality. I was very ashamed, couldn't look people into eyes, couldn't speak to them or even say hello. I started to avoid everyone, everything. Ironically, I felt most safe at home in my room. Despite of war on the other side of door. If it wasn't for school, which at that time I thought it was necessary (I have high moral standards and I tend to obey all the rules), I'd definitely become hikikomori. At school I had one or 2 vague friends, but nothing special. I was sleep-deprived nervous wreck all the time, always thinking whether mum would still be alive (and not stabbed or beaten to death ) as I get home. I was born quite intelligent also, so I had super grades, all As... and there was one teacher, where her son's grades were much below mine. As she was jealous and angry as how I was being able to have such good grades with such lousy family, she was mentally tormenting me. And I just wanted piece! I was silent as mouse. I didn't want to stand out. So I kept obedient, silent, obeyed the rules. I was like ghost. On several occasions I had my one school friend over at my place playing the original Nintendo. And my worst fears of father coming home early realized. The ******* was drunk and raging in front of my friend... I was so ashamed. That's why even today I don't invite noone to my place... Talking about ******* (he smashed and crashed 14 cars all of which were paid by my stupid mum), he shamed me on countless other times... When I was 8, my father left home to go with localy known "easy woman". He left us there. Mum was panicking and angry. The guy sold his mothers summer house and house, and drunk pigeon and whor-e pigeon together "burnt the money". I remember my mum sending me and my brother to summer vacation with them 2 pigeons. Now thinking back at that, I really don't know what the heck my mother was thinking (now u tell if that's not crazy woman?). Later she divorced, but soon drunk man was left with no money. He started to call an plead my mom on the phone to take him back. We had this old black rotary telephone with that distinct ring... Seeing mum yelling and screaming into the phone and that ring... I became afraid of phones (I was like without phone till I was 19 and even then I had panic attack anytime I was on the phone; with systematic approach to the issue I have solved the fears now, yet I still get nervous sometimes ). Crazy mum let him come back to our home and abuse continued. Certain women just want to be martyrs, I guess, not thinking about what's best for their children...

As I turned 14 I went to high school, which was in another town, way bigger than my home town. My anxiety was already strong by that time. Commuting train every morning was horrible. I felt so anxious! I was easy target for bullies. Yet I think I was bullied around 2 times only. By 2 drunk teenagers, hardly any older than me. I just felt so hopeless and afraid when in vicinity of angry drunk, violent people... I just froze like rabbit in the middle of the road seeing car spotlights... And the highschool town, I felt agoraphobia every single second. My Avoidant Personality was so strong. I was so afraid: what if I meet my school mate from primary school? What if i meet my neighbor? Will I be able to at least say one recognizable word such as "hi" without panic attack? I lived in constant fear. Even the first day of highschool was something I wish I could erase from my memory. There was the history class and the teacher looked the same as my drunk father. Plus if I translate his surname into English, it would mean Drinker! So, the guy wanted us to stand up and present ourselves infront of the class to him, so to state name and hobbies and such... And I had SAD. How the hell would i be able to do that? Presentations started from the front backwards and as I was sitting at the back, I got nervous and nervous by the second... As it was my turn i got flashback, I'm representing myself to my new classmates infront of my drunk father? I totally choked and got panic attack. Wasn't able to tell even a single word... I was so ashamed. And the looks of pity on classmates' eyes. So for the next four years I practically spoke to noone, I had no friend... When I had to talk with my mates, I would shake and I couldn't look them into eyes.




I already lost childhood and times of primary school. Now I had nothing of high school life. I felt so bad, wrong, guilty, ashamed, not good enough, incapable. I had no friends, no one to talk to, to tell them my problems... and seeing my classmates all happy, they all had girlfriends, I felt even more sad.... I never ever had spoken to any girl by that time. For me holding a hand of girl or kissing was dream far far away, somewhere in other galaxy... plus my mum lost the job, so we were poor. I wasn't eating anything from 5am to 2pm as I got back from school. So I was hungry, sleep deprived, all nervous... on days when we had school tests it was horrible... After school I ran to train, praying I don't meet anyone familiar until I get home...

It was when I was around 16 when I just couldn't bear it anymore. I had planned to kill myself.... It was 2 minutes to 6pm, dark cold winter night. All totally totally sad I was just about to eat rat poison. And than I thought of that fat drunk *******. Although I wasn't able to cry I cried without tears, so sad and angry I was... why me, what for? No, I won't lose to that drunk sh-it! And that anger saved my life. From that moment on I was determined to get better, there are so many things I want to see, I want to experience!

Thanks to my smart head I managed to get through university also. It was really though with SAD, panic attack, agoraphobia, fear of phones... but I made it! (at that time as I was away from my family, I educated myself with self help books, and for a short period I was on medications too; must admit they helped a lot; but I didn't want to be hooked on pills so I stopped them and was into self-help books only)

With my bachelor degree in land survey I quickly got job... and luckily I worked mostly by computer in office. To my relief I wasn't in charge of anything. But that didn't last long. Because I was very good and skillful at my work, I got a promotion. And since boss had no clue I had SAD, he forced me to take the new position. I couldn't handle the pressure of being in charge. At home I got panic attack. I thought this path leads to nowhere, so the next day I resigned from work. I needed to work on myself first. And that's how my new era began!

I went to psychiatrist and told her everything. Boy that felt good! She told me not to be harsh on myself, to be more compassionate. And the most important not to blame myself for the things that happened to me in my childhood. Guilty are my drunk dad an my codependent mum, not me.

I started to work part time on hard manual work in food dispatch center. Moving crates 8 hours per day. With that and cycling (I'm crazy about cycling and endorphins afterwards...) I went from 215lbs to 175lbs. My body looks great, lean and all muscles. My self-esteem skyrocketed. My health is great. I don't drink alcohol and don't smoke. I live healthy. And I feel awesome all the time. I moved on my own. I set firm limits with my family of origin ( basically I cut them off, because they're still trying to be abusive to me; I don't need them; things I haven't got from my mum or family, I don't expect them anymore from them).
Also metal music expressed anger, sadness and grieved for me in the early stages. I was reading more self-help books and became to understand why I am the way I am.

I began watching japanese anime and they changed my life on better. My perspective on life changed enormously. Yes, life is cruel, but it's beautiful! I like every day. I have a feeling of inner happiness. And for the first time in tens of years I cried (people, crying is good for u). I recommend romantic high school dramas with touch of comedy as in "Toradora" (romance drama between Taiga and Ryuuji is awesome). A must watch is also "Welcome to NHK" (about hikikomori and also about suicide theme). "Anohana" and "Clannad" are great too..
Because of that I also started learning Japanese. Japanese is awesome language. I also started listening to Jpop, vocaloid, Nana Mizuki, techno... lol I'm a metal by roots, but I'm listening to techno =) Them Japanese female vocals are so cute and yes they put guitar solos almost in every song!

With all these hobbies and really cool people at work I feel so happy. I get better everyday! I even was in love for the first time in my life to a girl from work (maybe it was just one sided from my side, still don't know, I thought she had feelings for me). Being in love is a great achievement for me. They say: To love others, u have to love yourself first. Which means I love myself good enough, so I can others. It's true the girl was probably type III avoidant personality and got scared as I told her I liked her, but at least she first gave me on her initiative (listen carefully) a 30 second tight full body to body hug. I felt the warmth of a human being for the first time in my life! ^^  It felt epic. I'm thankful her for that. I know I'll become less and less nervous as I pile up XP points in the future...

Hey, everyone, enjoy your life!

Tomorrow is a new beautiful day! :)


Хоть я в английском и плохо рублю. Но с первых же предложений показалось что писал русский ) Ну по крайней мере не американец и не англичанин.


Андреич, перевел бы уж тогда.


Dang написал(а):

Андреич, перевел бы уж тогда.

Это сколько набирать текста нужно. В общем Марко 33 года и до 25 у него были социофобия, агорафобия, ПА. Соответственно не было друзей, девушки. Отец был алкоголик, мать холодна к детям, брат его гнобил. В 16 лет хотел покончить с собой, но не решился и вроде это стало переломным моментом. Ударился в учебу. Хорошо окончил школу и потом университет. Устроился на хорошую работу, через некоторое время его повысили и появились починенные. Не выдержал, уволился. Обратился к психиатру, а работать стал грузчиком. И пишет, что сейчас все хорошо. Его все устраивает. Многие проблемы удалось решить и тревоги почти не осталось. Признался в чувствах девушке на работе. Так если коротко.

Мрачелло написал(а):

Хоть я в английском и плохо рублю. Но с первых же предложений показалось что писал русский ) Ну по крайней мере не американец и не англичанин.

Может быть. По крайней мере университет для американца из малообеспеченной семьи. хз


Людям свойственно преувеличивать свои проблемы, особенно на эмоциях. Ничего особенно ужасного нет в его истории.
Вот это убило:

Я начал смотреть японское аниме и оно изменило мою жизнь к лучшему. Мои взгляды на жизнь изменились до неузнаваемости.


get lost написал(а):

Вот это убило:

Да у него много странного. И про то, как он телефонных звонков начал боятся и про отца с соседом я не понял...


откуда ты так хорошо знаешь англицкий?


Если мне, то я его плохо знаю. Раньше учил песни на английском, это больше всего помогло продвинуться. IELTS не сдавал, но думаю у меня между 2 и 3 баллами(

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