Parenting And Education Stories

For about a year or two I have suspected that I am undiagnosed neurodivergent, specifically ADHD and autism. I have always had major trust issues and that causes making and maintaining relationships to be a struggle. I am an only child, but my parents are.... something else. They consistantly make me feel down about myself, and often will tell me to "grow up" when I have a meltdown, as well as many other things that can be considered emotional abuse and trauma, especially from a neurospicy pov. i cannot tell them my suspicions, or how they were formed, as they will just dismiss them and/or get mad and me, tell me to stop looking for attention, and stop making stuff up. they also do not understand any of my personal life, as i have to mask and shield to keep them away from it, because i do not feel comfortable sharing anything with them. like my situationship, for example. there's this person who i have liked for months now. and there are many, many signs that they like me as well. unfortunately, the school year just ended without either of us doing anything about it, and now i have to wait three months to see them again, with only a very slight chance at seeing them in the next week or two.

I feel completely hurt. I have nowhere to express what I need to say, and believe me, there's a lot to say. However, I have to respect boundaries, because these are often just chat rooms, not places for venting. Now, all venting these days is also hindered by many apps, by the assumption that venting is a way to get support. But if we look at the concept, venting itself is support; it's not for a subsequent step. Openness is about context, and every context is a possible act, which, when put into practice, allows us to talk about this experience.

I don't feel comfortable writing on apps anymore, because you expect something more personal: something that feels as intimate as possible, something where we can connect with others in private. That's what often makes me angry on apps because of the comments. People perceive the lack of support as repressive, something they remain silent about, in effect, because their principles aren't aligned with what's being applied, nor are they the ones they share. They confront the fact that these apps start from the premise of being with us to establish their modus operandi. They understand that by being present, certain things are done, and this essentially consists of a kind of learned script. It's about being there, and being there means accepting whatever comes up, not necessarily trying to get closer to it. I feel that my current relationships have rebelled against this, and although I maintain the inertia of being this way, this realization makes me stop.

I'm afraid to share what I experience with these apps, mainly regarding the criticism of how they operate. People can read it, but the issue remains completely intransigent, fleeting, and doesn't lead to a collective awareness, even though it allows for a coexistence where everyone can coexist on these apps. What's relevant is that victim mentality where we try to make everything turn out a certain way, when the point is that the world should be for us to act according to the principle of allowing each person to reach their full potential from their individuality. As you can see, it's about allowing them space, just as it is for us, which in itself stems from what's possible. We can't aspire to a specific ideal; everything is within the realm of possibility because, even if we idealize, we are products of circumstances that lead to changes in the environment, and then in us, and so on.

I'll insist on the following: Who can we talk to about these things? These things should be, by any means necessary, part of the daily lives of the citizens of every town. That is to say, each member should live their life starting from and moving towards reflection on what life in society is, with all that this implies, and in which the structures lie. This allows us to observe, from our own experience, how we can participate and thus expand our horizons, whether within the same sphere but without reaching impractical discernments, or in other spheres, which allows us to discern the path taken previously. In principle, we see the difference between one kind of progress and another based on achieving a goal. We delve into those things that are superficially different but that always stem, like everything in life, from a certain generality. I believe this is what thinkers like Aristotle were referring to.

I feel that my eagerness to immerse myself in studies like these is for no other reason than to establish my position within it, that is, to gain a vision of the times in order to address them with care. For me, social standing is merely descriptive, and while it necessarily has consequences that must be considered, as it influences our progress, our true position in life is determined by who we are and what we face. This, in essence, is what allows us to feel our place. I know I sound redundant, but many fundamental things stem from this foundation, things that, precisely because they are so basic, often go unnoticed. At least, that was the case for me, and today I'm fortunate enough to be able to express it through this website.

It infuriates me that I can't express myself with complete freedom, which, for me right now, means expressing my anger towards the world, with all that it implies, within the context of my most catastrophic thoughts. And it is precisely because of this, this absence—this inability to establish a certain distance—that I have found myself completely immersed in these current impasses. If we think about it, turning the idea over in our minds, there are so many details that those thoughts don't see generalities, but specific things.

The world, and I say this with all due responsibility, is a whole that defies easy categorization. I'm sure some kind souls reading this are wondering why I don't write a book or something similar, given my writing skills. The truth is, I'm not ready yet, because I need to figure out how to translate these ideas for others within an institutional framework. I have my own ideas, and I think they're quite remarkable. I also have the right to express my opinions on whatever I want, and that includes myself. But today's readers are accustomed to institutional writing. I must admit it: that's why I feel so frustrated, and why I'm considering becoming an institutional member, but not before acknowledging this. I need my own perspective, to use academic language, as a translator of my own ideas. Even though it's the same language, the dialects make all the difference, and that's why we can talk about the foundation for socializing, and that's why we can talk about the foundation for making a living. Ultimately, every book is a social service, consisting of transmitting things, and I must nurture this communication, which is the basis for my books to provide me with some sustenance. Ultimately, being in society also requires a balance between those I know and those I don't, and with those I don't know, the only possible exchange is through bartering. Those I know, you could say, are the same, but we have to take what we know from among ourselves.

For me, there's nothing more unpleasant than being in a group where these words, which are meant to embrace and open the world, can't be shared. For them, what matters is achieving survival, a production process that results in quick fixes without much oversight. They think about the future without a foundation for moving towards it, allowing it to unfold according to life's whims. It's about establishing flexible structures at all times; otherwise, one might resort to the most entrenched cultural flaws. But like everything else, it becomes an exercise in engineering to overcome the obstacle. I regret having to leave them, but their shared focus isn't growth, but rather clinging to the past to prevent it from happening, when precisely allowing it is what growth is: opening doors.

There's nothing I can or want to do in life. I'm fucking stupid, I can't remember shit and I don't want to pay attention to this shitty life I live. My grades are low, my parents hate that. The same parents I can't decide if I love or hate because I'm closeted and they're homophobic. Are they correct? Should I go ahead and pay attention to my studies? Probably. Do I want to do it with them or my sister? No. Because my mom just loves to hit me when I don't remember something and my sister doesn't listen to what I need to do to study. My dad is fine, but I hate it all. Is it so wrong to hate pain? I don't want to feel it. But continuously it just fucking happens. I hate it. Constantly. There's nothing I'm good at or can do in life. The stories I write are shitty and I am just so stupid to do nothing.

im a kid. im not even close to being an adult. im the middle child. i can be quite picky with my food, so the whole day i didn't eat because i really disliked soupy pork and thats what we had to eat dinner for last night and breakfast and lunch then dinner and the day today is almost ending, i kept asking my mom if i could eat maybe canned tuna, or just an egg, anything else. she refused, she kept telling me to learn how to eat what's on the table and i didn't eat until 9 pm when i ordered mcdonalds with my OWN money, my little brother wanted food too so i added chicken nuggets so we could share, though i didnt add fries since my money wasnt enough. the food arrived and i called him down. he cried bc i didnt order fries, and he told our mom. i js went down and ate my food since i was rlly hungry and hadnt ate the whole day, and once i got upstairs to my mom's room since thats where i left my device, she started saying " you're really selfish, aren't you?" and i said huh? i asked him if he wanted chicken nuggets, he said yes. idk why he changed his mind. she then proceeded to call me more names and really wanted to let me know i am selfish 😂 i said " the fries were expensive, i couldn't add it since i didn't have enough money?? " and i js sat there on my phone, when she started mumbling to herself stuff like how she wouldn't feed me anymore, saying she'd feed me the wrappers if i left a mess, how im completelt selfihs and only think about myself. i js left the room, and now im sobbing in my room cause she really spammed the selfish button lmaoo. she then went down to scope the wholee floor downstairs to see if i had left a mess, but i left the kitchen light on which we always do. she proceeded to yell. im so tired of this, she porbablt doesnt even love me at all and is just forced to because she has me as her daughter

So basically my mom tells literally every single person in my family (literally all) everything about me as ones mom does.

It always bothered me especially when it's someone private that I trusted to tell her and only her

Right now I am applying to different colleges and I told her (begged her) not to tell anyone about what I am applying to or whatever because the whole family pesters me about it and they get their hopes up really high and I am scared of disappointing them.

The first time I applied to a college she told everyone so I talked with her and explained why I didn't want her telling anybody and she apologized and said she wouldn't do it again.

This cycle happened about 3 times again until I finally broke down and started crying and telling to please not tell anyone and that it stresses me out, that time when I cried she ignored it like nothing even happened and it made me more upset but I kept it to myself.

Fast forward to now she did it again, I got really mad and upset I didn't say anything and just went to the bathroom to cry and collect myself.

now SHE is upset with me saying that the way I acted was disrespectful and dad took her side.

I feel so upset rn and have no one to talk to about this.

I really love my mom but this has always been an issue between us as I am a very private person and when she does this it makes me lose trust in her.

I don't know why her telling people about me upsets me SO MUCH but it does and I just wish she respected that

I'll try and make it up to her later because I can't sleep if she's upset with me

Sorry if this didn't make much sense English isn't my first language :/

I have a very traditional family, especially my dad. He expects me to cook, clean, do his laundry, iron his clothes, and he controls everything. What I wear, what I do, how much makeup I put on, who I text—everything. It’s exhausting because I have to hide so much of my life. And I’m not even dressing inappropriately. I’m quite mature for my age and know what’s right and wrong.

He always blames my mom when something goes wrong. My whole family is like this. Once, when my mom was in the hospital, I had to take over everything. I came home from school exhausted and still had to clean, take care of my brother, and handle so much more. I was completely drained and went to my grandma’s house. She noticed and asked me what was wrong. When I explained, my grandpa said, “That’s a woman’s job, of course she should be doing it.”

Whenever we have visitors, my mom, my sister, and I have to clean everything, while the men just sit and eat.

I also notice clear differences in how my brother is treated compared to me. When I was his age, I was abused. When I was little, I barely ate, and it would take me hours. My parents would lash out at me and hit me—I was only five. When I was sick and threw up, they hit me. When I did something like swearing, I got hit again. They pulled my hair, threw me around, slapped me, and even hit me with a belt. I was constantly scared and cried a lot as a child, and I think it still affects me today.

And my brother? Nothing. Not once have they ever hurt him. I’m not saying they should—but why me and not him? I know they didn’t want a girl. At least my dad didn’t. But still, it’s not fair.

Recently, my brother has started hitting me and constantly annoying me, but no one cares. My parents do nothing about it. He swears at my mom and me and everyone around him, and they just laugh. If I had done that, I would have been punished badly.

Even now, when I talk back, they get angry. Once, my dad accused me of wearing makeup even though I wasn’t. He yelled at me, and when I talked back, it didn’t take him long to throw the first thing he could grab at me. Then he kept throwing things—while we were at a relative’s house.

I hate that I have to carry all this responsibility while they still treat me badly and don’t show me love. I hate that being a woman feels so much harder than being a man. Sometimes I wish I had been born a boy—everything would have been easier.

I’m really stressed because of school, and I can’t control my situation in any way. I hate it right now, and what makes it worse is that I chose to continue… I thought I could handle it, but I don’t know why I’ve been feeling so damn down lately.

I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, and my head hurts worse than before. I also have inflamed lymph nodes all over my head because of the stress I’ve been dealing with. I don’t know how to stop it—it just keeps going and getting worse by the second.

I hate school, but I can’t drop out now. I’m only in the second year, and it’s not like I’m bad or anything—it’s just the stress. I want to study, but I can’t. I can’t focus. It’s so overwhelming. I’m not sure if I’m made for this because it makes me feel horrible.

I don’t even have the energy to stand up anymore. Every time I try to study, I end up hyperventilating and crying. It’s not like I’m stupid—I have okay grades—but still… everything terrifies me. If I fail once, I’m scared to take the next exam. It feels like a never-ending cycle.

And my class is strange. They always make sexual comments toward girls. For example, once a friend of mine left class early for an appointment, and the boys kept saying she must have “done something” with the teacher so she could leave. It makes all of us uncomfortable and scared to do something wrong—at least for me, because they’ve said things like that about me too. The same kind of stuff, like I was “under the teacher’s desk.”

I don’t know… I just hate everything right now. Everything feels like too much and stresses me out more than ever before. I feel like a complete failure all the time. I also feel really sick 24/7—I don’t know why, but everything hurts. I just feel so damn bad all the time.

I've just started using this app, so I'm still figuring it out, and I'm sorry if my English isn't that good, it's not my first language.

I don't know who to tell or how to handle it, but lately I've been really stressed and I feel weird. My chest aches all day and doesn't seem to stop. I think part of it is because of school. I live in Switzerland and attend the so-called "Gymnasium." It's a pretty hard and challenging school. Lately, I've been feeling scared. I'm currently on holiday, but I start shaking and feel like I'm suffocating when I just think about going back. I haven't had the best experiences, a few weeks ago, my teacher humiliated me in front of the whole class. We had to do a group presentation and used ChatGPT because we didn't have enough time. He started calling me stupid and incapable of finishing school, and he continued to mock me. It was embarrassing, and he refused to let me sit back down; he kept me in the front of the class as he went on calling me stupid, saying I don't even understand shit about what's going on. And one thing you all must know: I'm a huge crybaby and really sensitive, so I had to sit in class for 40 minutes trying not to cry. Something like that happened again, I just get screamed at and humiliated even though I try my best. I feel scared to go back and make mistakes. Another reason is the huge amount of exams. I feel like my parents paid so much, so I can't disappoint them. It's all gotten so much that I feel too scared to study, go to school, or write exams. I also came across the thought that if I just killed myself, it would all be gone and everything would be better. This thought didn't cross my mind for the first time, I always struggle with it, but recently it's been getting more frequent, and I'm really damn scared of it. The feeling of not being good enough, the thoughts, the stress, they make me exhausted. I only sleep, barely eat, and I've started losing a lot of hair, like chunks come out as soon as I brush it once. I don't know what to do or how to make it stop; it just hurts so, so much. And even though my issues might seem like minor issues to you, I'm really struggling, especially since I can't talk to anyone. When I feel overwhelmed and cry, my parents scream at me, no hug, nothing, and threaten to take me out of school, saying I'm mentally unstable (as an insult) and that no one would want me like this. It hurts. I can't go to my mom or my friends when I need support. So if you guys have any tips on how I can handle all this, it would be nice if you could tell me.

(Is this the right category?...)

I’ve been thinking a lot about my family and my own dreams lately. I’m 20 now, and I’ve realized I’ve spent most of my life trying to balance my parents’ expectations with my own aspirations.

My parents are very traditional. They value education above almost everything, and they believe in following a strict path. My older brother and sister both got to study abroad—they followed the “dream” my parents set for them. And me? I’ve always wanted to go to Japan and pursue my dream of being a chef. I told them about it since I was in grade 6. I thought they would prepare something for me, support me in some way—but nothing happened. I had to find my own path.

Even when I finally found a school in Laos that could teach Japanese and arrange work in Japan, my health got in the way, so I had to drop out. I also struggled with my mental health because of the constant pressure to succeed the way my parents imagined. Every time I try to explain my situation, they either don’t listen or insist I follow the “plan” they think is right.

Growing up, I’ve realized that the real stress in my life doesn’t come from small things like playing games—it comes from the constant pressure and expectations from my family. People say “you play too many games, you’ll go crazy,” but honestly, I think I’d lose my mind more from their pressure than from Minecraft or Discord.

I use games and online communities as my safe space—a place to relax, talk to people my age who understand what I’m going through, and just feel a little free. It’s not about escaping reality; it’s about staying sane in a world that feels very controlling at times.

Sometimes I feel like my emotions about my family are fading, and maybe that’s a kind of survival. I just want to live my own life, follow my dreams, and open my own restaurant. Why is it so hard for my parents to let me make my own choices—even when they see my potential?

Penalty: The constant pressure isn’t just emotional—it’s practical too. My parents expect me to handle tasks at home all the time. Even my partner gets involved in helping my family, but the burden mostly falls on me. My mother says things like “you have to do your duty,” or assumes I’m available whenever needed, while she herself doesn’t step in. Recently, she asked my partner to serve my older brother, while I was exhausted from work. I couldn’t rest. Moments like these make me feel used, and they wear down my mental energy.

Original Mansion: I think about how unbalanced it all is. My family only helps when I’m not home. My father, for example, told me to study late at night—he wants me to push myself even when I’m tired. Coming home never means someone else will lighten my load. It’s always on me. I can see the pattern clearly: love in my family exists, but it’s conditional and mixed with strict expectations. The words “we all help” are just words—they don’t match reality.

I’m sharing this not to blame anyone, but just to put my thoughts out there. Maybe someone reading this will relate—or at least understand that sometimes, love isn’t the same as freedom, and growing up means learning to protect your own mind and dreams.

Hello all , so I just wanted to vent out my anger here because of my toxic household. I'm tired of having the victim mentality and of them . Everytime my asshole,pimp brother takes undue advantage of the situation and tries to put an argument ofr a fight between me and my parents . I feel like killing him to death. Everyone's controlling here. I can't even take or hoose clothes according to my choice. just fed up of this shit now . i dont want to live here anymore , always making me count things ,oing comparison between me and my brother . I'm scared to love anyone . she'll stab me to death . no such nonsense is enyertained here. I'm just waiting to move out yet they're behaving like this. I don't want anyone. so tired and exhausted of never giving up and the things which have togo through.

I have two grown boys. Their dad was abusive. My parents were self centered. I lived a whole life not talking about myself and now I am middle aged and find that I let everyone else tell my story. I find that the only things my kids (and most people) know about me are the things they were told by other people, and those people (I am finding) were very unreliable. There is safety in anonymity but it is also very lonely. My children don't know who I really am. Family fills in the blanks with their own assumptions because they don't understand what motivates me or inspires me. Now that I see this pattern, I am trying to fix it first by letting my children know about me and my history. It is scary- speaking up about myself. But it would be scarier to leave the earth without anybody understanding me. We all want to be seen, at least a little bit, by the people who matter to us.

Hey! I'm looking for some tips to learn dutch and maybe danish too. I've been facinated and utterly mesmerized by Brugge, Amsterdam and Brussels.

So, I think that my next goal is to save a lot of money and then come back in less than two years.

If it's something free it's more than great for me.

Bedankt!

When I grew up, I was so poor that I didn't consistently eat three meals a day until I was eight years old. I would go to sleep clawing at myself to ease the pain of hunger.

My mom didn't let any of my mistakes escape my memory since she told everyone she knew anytime I would mess up.

After my dad left because he was sick and tired of living with my mom, my siblings started to beat me since I was the youngest and they had a bunch of pent up anger because they didn't know why all of these bad things were happening to them. I was so scared that I'd run to the kitchen and get knives to defend myself, although I was too scared to use them.

I loved my siblings though, they were my only friends, so when I turned thirteen and learned that my mom had allowed two people I knew and trusted a lot to make sexual advances on my sister, I nearly killed myself.

I left my mom's house to live with my dad. Shortly after that, I learned that my mom's new boyfriend had beat my pets and pointed a gun at my brother.

I'm now 19 and still refuse to forgive my mom or either of the men. I hate myself, I hate that I wasn't given a fair chance, I hate that nobody cared when I told them that my mom and siblings hurt me at home since they thought I was just being a wimp, I hate everything. I believe that nobody is truly good and have severe PTSD when women get too close to me, I can't talk right, I freeze up, I begin to imagine the worst possible outcomes, I can't think of a single time in my life where I've felt completely safe when I was with anybody.

What’s the point of life… Like yea, you wake up, shower, eat, do whatever work or go to school, go home, sleep. It’s just a cycle and it’s getting pretty fucking tiring. All this just to die? I understand that there’s more to explore, but what ab the people who genuinely want nothing to do with it? Are we just supposed to stay until we lose our shi and take matters to our own hands? Likeee I don’t mean to sound suicidal and all but like what are we here for? I rlly don’t wanna be here… Evb ik is just so shitty and tiring and draining. I’ve been burnt out for a year or two and nobody even noticed.