EAB wrote:PerlaNemesis, I am so sorry that you are in such pain. You seem to be everyone's favorite scapegoat. It is shattering. When people keep telling you you're stupid, you begin to believe it and make more mistakes, which makes you feel more stupid, etc.
I expect you're a gentle soul, and that encourages all the bullies around you to build themselves up by cutting you down.
Is there a counseling center at your school where you could talk to someone? Are you in a church? Try to find someone that you can talk to.
I will keep you in my prayers. Love and blessings.
Yeah, I'm probably too emotional and take things too deep in my heart.
I'm not sure if there's counseling center in university. I think lecturer mentioned something two weeks ago but I'm not sure. Even if there was one, I wouldn't trust it too much. I'm not a believer, so I'm not part of church. I suppose I could talk with my grandma but she's also very sensitive and has been taking medicine from major depressive disorder for last few years, so it's better if I keep my mounth shut. My very good friend is struggling with his own problems at his school. He never complaints to me and I can only imagine how bad it must be for him.
And thanks. This really means a lot for me.
DollyKim wrote:@Perla I know exactly where you're coming from and for your own sake you might have to give up the battle. My sister did beauty pageants, I had holes in my clothes. Even to this day I have to scan any situation they get upset about to see if I can be blamed. My smother can't manage money well but thinks she can tell me how to spend mine, sister too. I stopped telling my smother how much my hobby cost period. To her all my precious 1/6 Littles are Barbies or PTE guys from the store. You are not alone in this fight, you are not the problem child, the whole family is.
My mother is very supportive of my hobby but when something happens (most commonly she's tired or had another fight with dad) I'm told to get out of her way, keep silent and listen how I do everything wrong. Actually, this is nothing compared to how things were when I was little. Many times me and grandma had to run away from our home and seek shelter at great-grandma's place. So, yeah, you are right. My family has a lot of inner problems.
cirquemom wrote:Evelien wrote:knittnkitten wrote:it can be incredibly frustrating to a person when someone you know doesn't live up to the intellectual potential they could have.
So? It's their problem.
I'm sorry, I didn't read everything in this discussion but this remark was just demanding a reply...
In high school I got in a terrible fight with a teacher I looked up to. I said I wanted to be a teacher in primary school, which isn't an honorable position here. When I was 18 I was tested at Mensa and my IQ was apparently 142. My teacher was incredibly angry that I'd let my intelligence go to waste by being a primary school teacher. I was insecure and gullible and went to university, only to drop out a year later because it was NOT meant for me. After three years of working at supermarkets I realized I wanted to be a teacher and I followed my dream. I had a boyfriend at the time who said I should teach at universities with my intelligence (because teaching in primary schools was 'below me' according to him), but that is NOT what would have made me happy.
I followed my dream, my job makes me so happy every day. Screw people who think it's a waste.
Wow, that sucks that people in your life didn't think that a good primary school teacher is just as important as a good university teacher! Both of my daughters were damaged by bad teachers when they were very young, both of them still struggle with self-esteem issues as a result-never believing they are "smart", despite tons of evidence to the contrary, good grades later in life, good jobs, etc.
Yeah, primary school teachers are very important! I was lucky to have awesome teacher in primary school who was very supporting when my faily was having troubles. It's been 8 years after I finished my primary school but she still asks about me when she and my grandma meet.
So don't feel bad about it!
I know my landlady would answer the door anyway, she knows I'm waiting for a parcel, but still. 
I was banking on her to arrive before the weekend, and we're having perfect faceup weather too. 
