Parenting And Education Stories

I have so many criticisms of people that I don't know where to begin. Everything is based purely on survival and achievement, completely disregarding feelings. The life I observe is simply about pretending not to experience anything, living the status quo at all costs, desperately. There's no room for novelty whatsoever; instead, everything operates from a place of progress based on strict tyranny, without allowing life any reflection unless it's for something that benefits progress, or at least its basic principles.

It's common to flee from the irritation caused by our actions, which is often called support, hence the, in my opinion, addictive embrace of groups. These groups aren't actually moving to recover the mobility of our individuality, but rather to create a settlement that justifies the escape, that avoids that feeling altogether, that pain which leads precisely to reflection, and in which many therapists have collaborated and even try to interfere without us realizing it, at the cost of justifying everything through sensations, without establishing a panorama of circumstances. The question is always this, and it's truly lamentable: "Do you feel okay?" This question alludes to a state of fulfilling expectations, of immobility, where there is no confrontation with pain, therefore no contextualization of the environment, and therefore no empowerment of the individual. I will never forget when a psychiatrist pointed out that I was searching for context for what was happening to me, passing it off as a symptom of some situation in which I found myself trapped, in her view, trying through disruptive gestures to shift my focus elsewhere, thus perpetuating my being in the midst of those circumstances and, on top of that, living with them at the cost of forgetting them. This is lamentable.

I feel I haven't had the right to have a single glimmer of conscience in a long time, because having one would be extremely dangerous for me, precisely because it implies a conflict that would reveal my value system, based on contextualization, and therefore result in a complete rejection of my environment, since this is precisely what is considered forbidden, as it implies future actions that could result in a rejection of the social structure itself. However, I need to conduct this analysis to understand my current situation. Since I don't share the same values ​​as others, I need to adapt them to achieve effective and meaningful interaction within my environment. This is determined by social movements that result in the preservation of my principles, and of course, by understanding their successes and failures. This allows me to guide my decisions and anticipate future social movements in accordance with them, always with a spirit of observation, and always starting from an understanding of the environment's modus operandi. It's interesting to note that many operations, both within the office and in many other places, are overlooked. In other words, the problem-solving framework and procedures aren't clearly defined. The assumption, as I'm observing, is that if there's no evidence, it's not related to any particular issue, in order to prevent any deviation from the norm.

It pains me to speak in these terms, but I fear that such structured and schematic language is necessary to holistically visualize the phenomena I experience, primarily of a social nature. This involves adapting my principles; undoubtedly, in practice, this translates into carrying out unusual actions. However, these actions are always consistent with my principles, or—and this is what allows for their flexibility—with a review of them as I progress. Many fail to do this as they progress, because they start from principles they seek to maintain at all costs, unless, of course, this very contradiction hinders their own progress. This is why people begin to compromise to a degree that allows for their perpetuation, but this remains within the realm of the personal and the private.

I feel, and I have to say it, that the world is becoming distorted by a clear lack of examination of what is being expressed from a materialist perspective, which is nothing more than dissecting the data before us and its implications in order to understand the phenomenon. This, in essence, is the spirit of philosophy. However, to whom can I share this? I would publish it online, but first, I'm in an office where we live in fear of being discovered by outsiders and under the threat of tacit coercion. In my town, free speech doesn't really exist.

Expressing an opinion in my country is completely impossible. It's assumed that one can express an opinion, but then assumes responsibility for the emotions that arise, without having used that very emotion to formulate relevant questions. I am utterly tired of having to act silently, without dialogue, to ensure my principles are respected, especially when those around me apply them to me. This results in a war of impositions, in which, fortunately, I have emerged victorious. When there is a war, I throw myself into it. Going into a war pretending everything is as it always is a clear strategic error, and many people in my town practice it. This results in a way of glorifying the victor's group and vilifying the loser's, in terms of establishing which group is better suited to its member's life. This is completely shameful. It doesn't become a struggle between individuals but a way of aggrandizing the group of origin, thus establishing the notion of the good winner and the good loser, as well as the idea of ​​fighting to the end. In other words, it's a way of expressing that one has always been with the group and that, despite life's challenges, one will not abandon it, clearly expressing through the Love for God or Saint, the priority is the group, the identity, the institution through which the group is assumed, and not the individual. Hence, the fact that leaving a group is grounds for rejection by other groups, of course, in order to maintain the existing balance between groups, is so pronounced.

It is horrifying how many things I have recently observed in my travels around the world. I don't see the world situated within its environment, not at all, but rather everything is imposed, whether through passivity or activity, in both cases resulting in a kind of threat due to the disruption of order. This disruption leads to changes in the environment by the individual who carries them out, as well as by those who receive the disruption and by others, precisely because it involves novel cases and therefore the possibility of conflict within the group. There are many things to reflect on, and I am overwhelmed. I don't know what to delve into; rather, as I dig deeper, I generate new ideas. One of the things that surprised me was that the initial rejection by two girls within the institutional setting resulted in a hug, thanks to their disruptive approach to reciprocating the established order when no one else was doing so. This gives me hope for the future because, outside of that established order, their behavior no longer serves to support it; rather, there's nothing inherently threatening to prevent them from reciprocating, or rather, deepening their connection, and thus being congruent with their feelings. This had worried me; I acknowledged the incongruity of them not opening up about their feelings under the same group conditions. However, the fact remains that their actions, through the confrontation of the relationship with gestures and few words, demonstrate that they are indeed involved.

i'm 27 and ever since i had my first kid, i kinda just lost that spark, you know? like, back in the day, i was always on the go and buzzing around with hobbies, maybe trying out recipes or just hanging with friends. It's a whole different vibe now. I feel like everything's a bit of a blur and nothing really pops out brimming with interest anymore. it's like all those things that kept me alive back then are drifting miles away.

i guess part of it is cuz life has shifted majorly and now i'm more focused on my child but sometimes it feels like i've lost parts of myself along the way. people said it'd be tough after having kids and there's joy too for sure but honestly didn't think i'd feel this... disconnected as well. it's not depression exactly, maybe more like there's fog where there used to be clarity.

just finding balance seems impossible or maybe i'm just overthinking stuff too much; everything's happening so fast and slow at the same time. maybe when you love someone as much as parents do their little ones something has to give? idk if it'll always be like this but that's what i'm working through.

I'm somewhat frightened by the events in my town; things aren't good. There are so many disasters, and I see a movement to support the needy, but I feel like I can't be a part of it. I certainly feel like a burden to the world in general, to everyone, and the worst part is that people see my spirit as normal. I tend to help with specific things, things no one else can, and that's how it's been so far. But when it comes to general issues, I don't appear strong, but rather weak, because I can't apply a strategy that works only for me and my specific situation; everything is based on nothing more than generalities.

Recently, while writing on Facebook, I was told that one of my posts was about an 18-year-old, so I feel like I'm reaching the right audience, the segment I want to reach, which is the adolescent one, because with younger people, literature is definitely a delicate matter. In connection with the above, I want to express that I want to contribute to the world in any way I can. Offering general solutions without considering specifics, solutions that don't fit perfectly—to put it somewhat fancifully—is something I can't do because I feel like I'm doing something wrong, like I'm hurting someone. Besides, many of these general solutions become radically imposing, and I don't feel comfortable with them.

The girl I love right now is on her own, in a place in the world I have no access to whatsoever; in fact, she's blocked me from all sides. I feel like a complete animal because I only interact with her through what the office allows, and nothing more. I can't go any further than that, and it's not advisable either, because she's keeping her life from before me, even though we've connected. There are many details I have to consider. I like it, but I confess, here, that I'd rather not.

My boss is a real scoundrel, a shameless person who lives only to point out who's undermining him, not for any other reason than because he's completely out of touch with reality. He's someone you can't explain things to because he'll act according to his ideals; I just saw it firsthand. I feel like my life is very complicated, and I wish it were different. In fact, I don't even know what will happen now with the way we live where we do, because people are scared and are turning to experts for opinions on the events we're experiencing. But even so, all I see is an uncritical eagerness to seek opinions, a desire to have some kind of leader.

The solutions being implemented these days worry me, and it bothers me that I can't share them. I can't even message the girl I love through the office group chat, since it's only for work use. The whole environment is set up for her, providing her with guidelines to follow so she doesn't act clumsily, but always taking me into account. We both want this, but we have to consider that there's already a life built, a life constructed for certain relationships. So, all that remains is the space no one occupies: the space of the everyday, where mistakes are validated because, after all, we're dealing with people who aren't in the same group or who don't have a way of relating beyond the occasional stumble. I'd like to go further, but I can't, I shouldn't. I also have my own life, and I can't abandon it. What she has doesn't convince me to leave her, but at the same time, I feel I shouldn't because of the responsibility, because this is what I've been given. With my life and hers, we can do something; that is, there's a guarantee of care. But if it's just my life or just her, then no, because they are different paths in the face of something like the presence of the other, someone who attracts me.

I don't feel like I'm doing nothing, but I confess it's for the best. I'm not on the same wavelength as everyone else; everyone's in their own world, who knows if they're even connecting, I can't see it that way. I decided my life would be tailored to me, not according to some norm. That's why I can't count on relationships of any kind, because none of them are based on individuality, only on normality. All my life I've lived running from those who normalize; I never liked them. My father was that kind of person, and my mother even more so. That's why I can't have girlfriends, friends, or anything like that. That's why my dependence can never be based on connections, but rather on a direct embrace of the structural apparatus, which in theory should be independent of every individual, but in my town, it's not like that. My life has been a struggle for that apparatus, for it to prevail, above any notion of normality. From this I can draw a conclusion, perhaps a hasty one: People manage to socialize from a baseline of normality, and they grow closer and more distant according to the differences in their norms. I always have to be doing these tests.

I always have to be doing some form of sociology, or at least sketching out what's going on. I confess I like the field, for no other reason than to make observations about laws that can help me socialize, laws that govern above any notion of normality. So far, I've managed to create effective descriptions, but I don't know if they're applicable to every human being. It's not safe ground, and I have the grave fear of always overgeneralizing. It's my biggest nightmare. My nightmare is that someone will come along and break with everything I've done; I don't know what will happen to me if that happens. Fortunately, everything is fine, but that fear is always there. In part, it's my own projection, since I'm in different circumstances, and therefore I always manage to put myself above others. My goal is the absolute eradication of the normality on which everyone bases their lives, so that there are no advantages over me, in any way, but rather that I become a completely unknown entity to them. After all, many of those I've encountered aren't interested in leaving their normality. Fortunately, what I've done allows me to respect the worst-case scenario, which I believe is what all socialization should prepare for: the one who is a stranger and shares absolutely no sense of normalcy. It is there, I think, that the capacity of any social group to cope with life becomes evident.

The best thing I can do for my community, now that I think about it, is to be critical of the situation, since I never expected such a situation under this way of life. From this perspective, I am confronting all possible scenarios, of course, which will result in a range of general observations that allow me to establish my path toward the world in any of its possibilities. I think it's fair to say that I have succeeded. I don't feel good for those who need this kind of life and cannot live it; my situation has been a matter of luck, because the opportunity was available, but many get trapped in a social situation and don't know how to get out, they have no way out. Those are the people, especially, whom I support. They don't have to make it easy for me either; they're in trouble, and offering them any leniency would be forcing them.

Well, where do I start first off all my uncle had sexual assaulted me when I was either 4 or 3 I don’t know how I remembered it but yeah it feels almost like a dream but I am very sure it definitely wasn’t because it was too realistic. Well it had gone on for a month until he got married(🤢) thankfully I haven’t seen him in like 3 or 4 years, now my whole life has been reflected on that which sucked when I found out what SA and r#pe was. And yeah now I struggle in studies and my mom read my diary in which I wrote down what had happened (that sucked too), and she told me not tell anyone especially my relatives(🥀) she told my dad after I requested not too.that’s all thanks

sorry if this would be boring or unwitty to read or post, but i just need to vent out frustrations built over time like an architectural ancient wall. Anyways.. so here is it. My kins are far from the type of being a emotionally regulated and healthily supportive thing. Yeah, support may be felt and seen but its obligatory and not something that's rooted from actual empathy or sensitivity or whatever the positivity term. Toxicity overpowers it by having these heavily implied and deeply rooted sense of expectations that just because youve raised a separate human being in the modern times from your own means they must be characteristically and ideally better because the living situations they're in is far better than what they''ve been through. That survival skills automatically equates with the extent of "modernity and advancement of the world"" and that you suffer LESS. Is it obvious if i'm gonna say nobody actually knows me in my family. All they know is what i try to imitate, and what they want to see. Because they hated seeing imperfections. Which, in an atomical sense, makes up 80% of me as a person. Even if i want to explain things they wouldn't get to my shoes and just start being a "role model", saying you must do this and that. But actually.... it is very hard. I didnt even signed up for this life lol. I tried but everytime i do i just feel more and more close to the fact that i am far from being an actual perfect person. YEs, i understand nobody is perfect. Yes i understand everybody makes mistakes. But, i dont understand why actual misundersttood people, if they ever gets exposed, gets extremely unsupported and treated like trash generally... those advocacies never work to change people's perspectives. Because people dont literally experience the shoes of another person's life in reality. There are a lot of things i want to explain but i cannot type all of it into a coherent and readable paragrpah. I judt feel like i was born to experience humiliation, shame, grief, repeatedly. Also, i do wanna get therapy so much but it costs a lot and im a frikin college burden still. I want to work but how can i even take the step if the road always has sinkholes i cannot avoid and nobody dares go to? i'm in a pit where i can only tell i'm fine. but who really caresif i'm not. Everyone else just cares about results... I can't make it.. i'm struggling. I want help. I need help. I can only hug myself in darkness. I can only see myself d34d. I do not want anymore negativity to cling to me but even when i'm in light its too dim to tell where i am. Where do i even see myself six months from now? I may have survived a lot of things but at what cost? More humiliation? MOre trials for me to fail? I hope not. I need change...I need ... I need to actually feel a sense of hope down to my bones... I feel so disgusted at myself.

My dad was always there for me except in the ways that i wanted him to be.

My school was paid for, there was food on the table, clothes on my back, and everything I needed growing up. In some ways he did his job as a father but when it came to me emotionally the parts of me that needed softness growing up till today he was never there. I can't remember him ever telling me he loved me. Even now it feels strange to say out loud.

As a little girl I used to wonder what it would feel like to have a dad who asked me how my day was, who hugged me for no reason, who made me feel safe enough to talk about anything with him.

Most of our conversations have always been about school and my grades. Whether I'm focused. Growing up that's what mattered to him. That and religion. If you stayed on track, if you prayed, if you got good grades, there was peace in the house.

We live in the same house and yet i feel like he's a stranger sometimes. How can two people share the same space for years and still know so little about each other? He barely knows me even though he thinks he does, you cant know someone you never speak to. I wish we could talk like a normal father and daughter. About simple things. About life. About how we're doing. Without it feeling forced or awkward or like we're both waiting for it to end.

Sometimes I wonder if it's my fault for not trying harder.

But then i think isn't he the parent? Isn't he the father? Shouldn't he be the one to take the lead, to reach out, to make it easier for me to come to him?

Instead there's always been this distance between us. Now when he travels sometimes I think about calling him. Just to ask how he is but I never do. It feels unnatural like trying to build something from nothing. I wouldn't even know what to say so instead I hear about him through my mum.

And sometimes I feel guilty for how distant | am because I know he's not cruel. His parents raised him with toughness and he became a father through that same language. Providing and protecting

It would've been nice to hear it once in a while. To hear him say "I love you" To feel known and understood by him.

How do you build a relationship with a parent when there's always been distance?

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?...)