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Name: Kait.
Age: 17
Disorders: SI, ED.
Likes: Drawing, Painting, Writing Poetry/ Lyrics/ Stories, Listening to music, Going to gigs, Playing my guitar, Hanging out with friends, Going to the zoo, Horse riding, Cooking, Reading books/ stories, Taking photos, Photography, Going to Jazz/ Blues cafes.
Dislikes: I don't actually dislike much...
My life was never the same again, when I reached the age of 13. I don't know what chemical reaction or emotional reaction went off inside that mind of mine, but - something did happen.
I knew I wasn't the same as the rest of the girls, I was never beautiful, I never had a boyfriend (and still havent had one) and I was constantly teased about my weight and how I looked.
I don't like dressing girly as in, I hate the colour pink, I hate skirts and girl shorts. I hate the beach, and I was constantly teased about my appearance. I know it was weak of me, but I slowly slipped into depression.
Over the pass 4 years, I've become worse with not liking myself. With the death of my Grandfather, and being the one who witnessed it, I feel further.
I discontinued eating about, 6 months ago. I know it's not a long time, but I refuse to eat. When I look at food, I feel psychically sick, and end up making myself sick.
My SI is getting worse. My parents have seen my scars, but yet, choose to ignore it. I try to speak to them about my depression and whats wrong with me, but they get angry with me, and say "STOP BEING STUPID! YOU ARN'T DEPRESSED! STOP IT NOW!" and it makes me feel worse.. knowing I can't even speak to my parents about it.
My SI and ED is like an addiction now, I can't stop it, even if I wanted to.. but.. I don't want to for some reason.
I know it might not sound as bad as anyone elses stories, but it feels bad for me...
Age: 17
Disorders: SI, ED.
Likes: Drawing, Painting, Writing Poetry/ Lyrics/ Stories, Listening to music, Going to gigs, Playing my guitar, Hanging out with friends, Going to the zoo, Horse riding, Cooking, Reading books/ stories, Taking photos, Photography, Going to Jazz/ Blues cafes.
Dislikes: I don't actually dislike much...
My life was never the same again, when I reached the age of 13. I don't know what chemical reaction or emotional reaction went off inside that mind of mine, but - something did happen.
I knew I wasn't the same as the rest of the girls, I was never beautiful, I never had a boyfriend (and still havent had one) and I was constantly teased about my weight and how I looked.
I don't like dressing girly as in, I hate the colour pink, I hate skirts and girl shorts. I hate the beach, and I was constantly teased about my appearance. I know it was weak of me, but I slowly slipped into depression.
Over the pass 4 years, I've become worse with not liking myself. With the death of my Grandfather, and being the one who witnessed it, I feel further.
I discontinued eating about, 6 months ago. I know it's not a long time, but I refuse to eat. When I look at food, I feel psychically sick, and end up making myself sick.
My SI is getting worse. My parents have seen my scars, but yet, choose to ignore it. I try to speak to them about my depression and whats wrong with me, but they get angry with me, and say "STOP BEING STUPID! YOU ARN'T DEPRESSED! STOP IT NOW!" and it makes me feel worse.. knowing I can't even speak to my parents about it.
My SI and ED is like an addiction now, I can't stop it, even if I wanted to.. but.. I don't want to for some reason.
I know it might not sound as bad as anyone elses stories, but it feels bad for me...