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"I think Im depressed, and I have no help. I can’t see a doctor, and have no one to look up to or talk to. Long story not so short: When I was 5, my not so nice grandma moved in with me and my family. Our house has only 2 bedrooms and 5 people living in it. It may not seem like a huge deal, but its really affected me, and the way I choose to live my life. To cut to the chase, I’m 15 now, I don’t have many friends, never had a boy friend, I’ve never had privacy, I’m a huge introvert, I don’t talk to anyone about my problems or how I’m feeling. The reason I don’t have many friends is because I cant have sleep overs and have birthday parties. Its embarrassing when a friend finds out I don’t have a room. I think its just a waste. I want a normal teenage life. Its my first year of highschool, and I want to have friends, and boy friends. I need someone to care about me. My family says they do, but I don’t feel it. They don’t help. They don’t seem to see whats happening. Not only is this affecting me mentally, but physically also. I have been sleeping on a couch for 8 years now. Two years on a camp cot at the foot of my parents bed. I have bad hips, and its bad for your spine to curve to the shape of a couch. I have no choice. I live out of a corner basically. I only have a dresser for some clothes, and a computer to keep me sane. I feel numb. I have no emotion. I cry EVERY night. I am not some emo kid that wants attention. This IS real. This is my life I have to live, and deal with but I’ve been trying for so long, and its only gotten harder. The plan was that my family would build on to our house. They would add two additional rooms. They have been telling this to me for as long as I can remember, and they have done nothing to even begin the process. Theres always some lame excuse. When I try to express my feelings to my mom, she says “think about all the other kids that have to live in boxes, and don’t have families.” I have thought about that, but it hasn’t made me feel any better about my situation. I have to stop worrying about other people. I have to have a life to. Don’t I have a say in what I want in my life? They are focused a lot on my sisters life, and her college career, and money. Im very good in school. Its one thing im proud of, but its getting old and my parents expect even more. More than I can give them. To top it all off, my grandma is extremely racists. She is not in very good health at all. Shes depressed, she cant sleep at night, which means I cant sleep, because she is always up walking around and eating and making noises. No one knows about how this bothers me. My grandma has two other sons that have huge houses with plenty of room for her, but she had to come here. Its ridiculous. I try not to talk to her, but that’s difficult with the living situations. I have thought about cutting, burning, and suicide. Anything that hurts. I’ve been using a rubberband to slap my wrist to keep me from doing something more serious. I want to live and have privacy. I don’t want to have to go in the bathroom and act like im taking a shower, just because im crying. I’ve been having nightmares about this. Its really getting to me. This is so selfish. Im sorry.
The point is I don’t know how much longer I can live through my parents lies. I want help. I need advice.
Its one thing when you fall asleep crying, but when you wake up and tears are still falling; that’s a whole different issue.
I have no one to go to.
Please help me."
What do you guys think? I think this is a majorly worthy question that needs attention immediately from good sources. How could you even start helping this person? Where would you even start? I couldn't imagine having that sort of problem...wow!
[REMINDER: DO NOT GIVE ADVICE HERE. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO GIVE ADVICE TO THIS PERSON PLEASE FOLLOW THE LINK PROVIDED ABOVE. thanks]
"I think Im depressed, and I have no help. I can’t see a doctor, and have no one to look up to or talk to. Long story not so short: When I was 5, my not so nice grandma moved in with me and my family. Our house has only 2 bedrooms and 5 people living in it. It may not seem like a huge deal, but its really affected me, and the way I choose to live my life. To cut to the chase, I’m 15 now, I don’t have many friends, never had a boy friend, I’ve never had privacy, I’m a huge introvert, I don’t talk to anyone about my problems or how I’m feeling. The reason I don’t have many friends is because I cant have sleep overs and have birthday parties. Its embarrassing when a friend finds out I don’t have a room. I think its just a waste. I want a normal teenage life. Its my first year of highschool, and I want to have friends, and boy friends. I need someone to care about me. My family says they do, but I don’t feel it. They don’t help. They don’t seem to see whats happening. Not only is this affecting me mentally, but physically also. I have been sleeping on a couch for 8 years now. Two years on a camp cot at the foot of my parents bed. I have bad hips, and its bad for your spine to curve to the shape of a couch. I have no choice. I live out of a corner basically. I only have a dresser for some clothes, and a computer to keep me sane. I feel numb. I have no emotion. I cry EVERY night. I am not some emo kid that wants attention. This IS real. This is my life I have to live, and deal with but I’ve been trying for so long, and its only gotten harder. The plan was that my family would build on to our house. They would add two additional rooms. They have been telling this to me for as long as I can remember, and they have done nothing to even begin the process. Theres always some lame excuse. When I try to express my feelings to my mom, she says “think about all the other kids that have to live in boxes, and don’t have families.” I have thought about that, but it hasn’t made me feel any better about my situation. I have to stop worrying about other people. I have to have a life to. Don’t I have a say in what I want in my life? They are focused a lot on my sisters life, and her college career, and money. Im very good in school. Its one thing im proud of, but its getting old and my parents expect even more. More than I can give them. To top it all off, my grandma is extremely racists. She is not in very good health at all. Shes depressed, she cant sleep at night, which means I cant sleep, because she is always up walking around and eating and making noises. No one knows about how this bothers me. My grandma has two other sons that have huge houses with plenty of room for her, but she had to come here. Its ridiculous. I try not to talk to her, but that’s difficult with the living situations. I have thought about cutting, burning, and suicide. Anything that hurts. I’ve been using a rubberband to slap my wrist to keep me from doing something more serious. I want to live and have privacy. I don’t want to have to go in the bathroom and act like im taking a shower, just because im crying. I’ve been having nightmares about this. Its really getting to me. This is so selfish. Im sorry.
The point is I don’t know how much longer I can live through my parents lies. I want help. I need advice.
Its one thing when you fall asleep crying, but when you wake up and tears are still falling; that’s a whole different issue.
I have no one to go to.
Please help me."
What do you guys think? I think this is a majorly worthy question that needs attention immediately from good sources. How could you even start helping this person? Where would you even start? I couldn't imagine having that sort of problem...wow!
[REMINDER: DO NOT GIVE ADVICE HERE. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO GIVE ADVICE TO THIS PERSON PLEASE FOLLOW THE LINK PROVIDED ABOVE. thanks]