What's your backstory?

[Visual Spectrum 1,932]

Due to past traumas, I developed DID. If you don't know what that is, that is Dissociative Identity Disorder. (Formerly known as Multiple Personality Disorder.) The reason I'm telling you this is because I, along with a lot of other people with DID, don't remember a lot of important things in my life. 

 

I was born in Midland, Texas, on January 5, 1996. It was during a storm on a full moon. (I learned about that later. I don't remember it from personal accounts.) 

 

I don't remember anything that happened up until pre school. The only thing I remember from personal accounts was loving picture day and ran into the school to get my picture taken. The rest, I only know because of pictures. Then, the only thing I remember in elementary in Texas was bagged milk, poor quality food, and having a tendency to make jokes. One time, a guy named Juan dumped germ x over my text book, and I got in trouble for it. I was mad. My parents told me that I had to stay inside for recess for not finishing my homework when I did, but I don't remember that on a personal account. I also remember seeing a meteoroid I think? (whatever it's called when it passed the earth's atmosphere) which made a crater in the ground. I was more adventurous as a child. I also got into at least one bus crash. It may have been more than one, but I don't remember most of what happened. 

 

Missouri: For those who are curious, someone from Texas would not know they have a thick accent. At least I didn't, and neither did anyone in my family. So when we moved to Lamar, Missouri, I was bullied because of my accent. I watched a video of when we moved to Missouri, and I finally noticed my accent. The more I knew about Missouri people, the more I found they were more stereotypical Texans than actual Texans. I rarely saw farmers and horses in Texas, but they were common in Missouri. People were more cowboy like. Farming is a big thing in Missouri, by the way. In Lamar, it seemed like everyone was related to each other. I found a fossil, but it got thrown back because it had an eel on it. I think it was a fossil of a leaf, but I don't remember. I don't remember who threw it back either. I also remember almost drowning because someone pushed me into a pool. Maybe that's why I don't like swimming much anymore. I worked at Bob's Grill with my family for some time, but I stopped working there. Don't remember why. That is really all I can remember in Lamar. In Nevada, Missouri, well... imagine Fluttershy had to live around those who kill animals for sport. That was how it was for me. I was very Fluttershy like in Nevada. I had the stereotypes of farmers in my head, so I didn't like them. I hated hunters. I didn't hate them for killing animals because I am not a vegetarian. I know people do it for food. However, the people who hunted seemed to only do it for killing the animal and not for the food. People would be excited to hit a deer when driving, and they didn't eat it. I was bullied all the time there. That was probably when my bullying Alter Ego was created. I don't actually know when my down to earth one was created. It may have been caused by something I don't remember. Anyways, my anger issues got out of control. I got suicidal due to medication. The same medication that made me suicidal could have killed me for a different reason. The psychiatrist increased the dosage five times the original amount. I got sick from half of that. I dropped out of school because I couldn't handle it anymore. Even teachers bullied me, the counselors and special needs teachers treated me like I was stupid, they put me in a crowded small room where I got panic attacks and got in trouble for the panic attacks and often got expelled. I didn't get any help at all. In fact, my case manager and counselor thought being in an easy class with people who don't care about the work talking and distracting me was better than me being in a more advanced class where I could focus more. They call me smart, but they really treat me like an idiot. Actually, being in basic classes when you know you should be in advanced classes is humiliating enough. It's even more humiliating when you fail some things. What do you expect? I tried saying I didn't understand something, but the teacher never explained or blamed me for not paying attention when other people around me were talking. I have a fear of failure, so I was bad when I failed. I would go as far as act like a baby and even do bad things to myself. Failing in a basic class made it worse. I felt stupid all the time. There was a point where I quit trying because I knew I have no hope in my life. Then I dropped out and became a lazy bum who can easily get a job but chooses not to. At least that is how my sister thinks I'm like. I tried getting a job, but I have no skills, I'm a stupid dropout, I have mental problems, I'm terrible with people, and every job around Nevada required skills, being currently enrolled or graduated, great social skills, and they would not hire someone with mental problems even if they claimed to. If they know something is wrong with you, they will not hire you. At least there. When I moved to Brush, Colorado, the ability to use public restrooms was a gift considering I was finally able to use the men's room. (I'm transgender.) I still had no luck getting a job because I had none of the requirements except age for any job. Due to experiences in the past, I never talked to anyone. They would use me or bully me just like everyone else did. Why should I think they are different when no one else proved to be any different? My trust skills completely dropped. I have lack of trust now. My creativity was gone for a while. It did not return to me until January of last year. I started watching FiM on my 18th birthday. Soon, I was able to be creative again. I started creating OCs, writing fanfictions, drawing ponies, and even thinking up ideas for episodes. I even wrote some songs and parodies of songs. I moved to another place (not saying where since I currently live there.) in Colorado. My creativity remained, so I spent a lot of time doing artsy stuff. I got more respectful on farmers thanks to Applejack and even loved her so much she went to first place tied with Rarity. Currently, I am studying screenwriting and writing my own TV show. I am currently writing this if you want to be literal, though. 

[DJPON-3-#Power11 78]

hearing all these made me cry. im searious im not kidding im crying right now i wish i could prove it but i cant. cause i dont know how to work this school laptop.

[Banul 3,831]

People are being surprisingly real in here, so I feel compelled to give an actual response:

 

I'm the middle of three brothers. 

 

I guess you could say that I've lived a pretty sheltered live. My mom isn't rich, but shes pretty well off. Never had to worry to much about our situation. Pretty much always been provided for.

 

I've been something of a black sheep out as long as I can remember. Didn't matter for what, there was always something that somebody was picking on me about.

 

At some point in 6th grade, I learned that by being a funny class clown, I could keep people from bullying me.

 

For a while, I thought I was doing all right. I was one of the "cool kids". Wasn't till later that I realized that none of the other cool kids were actually my friends. They only liked me so long as I continued to be the class clown and hid pretty much everything about me. I was so desperate to not be the outsider that I did everything to stay in their good graces. To my shame, this includes bullying other kids. One day I told one of my "friends"  that I had a crush on this girl. Turns out that guy liked her too, because he did everything he could to make me feel humiliated about it, then started dating her a few weeks after. That's kind of when i realized none of those people cared about me in the slightest. 

 

When I left for high school, I dropped contact with everyone from that school save for a few that had become genuine friends, none of which were the "cool kids". Developed some intense social anxiety in high school. I had a really hard time talking to people. Even with my friends and family, I kept anything personal very close to the chest. To this day, I have a very hard time being real with people. I still deflect that kind of thing with comedy. Only ever spoke to a few people and more or less did nothing with my life. Fell into the dark pit of depression.

 

Graduated, didn't get into any 4 year universities. (read: did nothing in high school). Spent the past few years at a local community college, slowly crawling out of the hole I had dug myself.

 

Now, things are looking up. I'm not a great artist, but my skills have improved a good deal since doodling a bit in high school. Got accepted to a 4 year school that I'll be transferring to. Still suffering from some crippling social anxiety but ,for the first time since I was a kid, I'm starting to feel somewhat optimistic about my life.

 

 

I count myself pretty fortunate. Mom still provides, pays for my education. I don't think she really understands what its like to be so uncomfortable around other people like I am, but shes a good mother. That's better than I lot of people get. 

Edited November 4, 2014 by Banul

[Sig Hoovestrong 838]

hearing all these made me cry. im searious im not kidding im crying right now i wish i could prove it but i cant. cause i dont know how to work this school laptop.

Late me help you with that.

[SilverStarApple 849]

I was an accident, born with a stupid name to two stupid parents who hated me from the moment I was born. Pain and suffering was my constant companion. My parents would hit me for looking sad or because they felt like it, and then they'd hit me for crying. Keep in mind I was still a small child, and this had gone on for years. I had always been smarter than everyone else in the room. At a young age, I was reading the books my parents left lying around. Most children's introduction to literature probably wouldn't be Clive Cussler or Dirk Pitt or any of those super-violent action novels or psychological murder mysteries. I thought they were fascinating, exciting, cool. I'd stay up late and sneak downstairs while my parents were sitting on the chairs and sofas like docile cows, staring at the screen and understanding nothing beyond "This happened then this happened then that guy said this then this happened...", and I'd sneak downstairs and hide behind the chairs and watch shows like NCIS. That was a good show.

 

At Primary School, I learned that there are no others like me. Every single one of my classmates were stupid, unintelligent crackbaby chavs and morons, most of whom had already drank from their parents's beer stashes at least once. Compare that to me, who never drank anything until age 18. Anyway, in primary school, we read books like "Look". Imagine a children's paperback book with crappy illustrations taking up every page. Imagine that at the bottom, there's a caption of "Look". Imagine that all the pupils are sitting around in a circle, each one takes their turn reading a page, and every single goddamn one struggles to say the word "Look". Imagine that I am stuck with these morons until age 11, when I leave Primary School. I was told I was upgraded to the next school, but my record says I was kicked out, even though I distinctly remember that bastard Rhys saying I was being promoted to the next school. Teachers were of the "I'm the teacher, you're the child, now shut the fuck up and pay attention to me as I tell you what 2+2 is again. I said pay fucking attention to me! I will prevent you from going out into the playground on breaktimes for a whole fucking week! Don't test me, bitch! I am duh laaawwww!" variety. I was also bullied all the way through school, and the teachers believes that because four pupils were bullying me, and they always said everything that happened was my fault, it had to be my fault because I had no friends.

 

After all, who would want to be friends with me?

 

I was ginger.

 

That's it. That was the only reason they had.

 

So, anyway, the next school.

 

It's a Catholic School.

 

Now, I used to be a trusting moron with no self esteem or self respect. I attempted suicide at least four times, though I never cut myself. Never saw the point in that. Still don't understand why some people do. Anyway, Catholic School. As a ginger-haired miserable sack of shit who also happened to be the smartest kid in school despite being from a really shitty area, I HAD to be cheating all day every day 24/7 just because I actually knew my forehead from my ass and I knew how to count to ten and what history is and how science and the scientific method works and how reality works and how basic logic works. I was bullied by three idiots there. Three stupid pieces of crap. Imagine those two dumb brutes Draco Malfoy had, except there's no Draco to plan or lead them, and they make do with someone dumber than Beavis and Butthead. One day, I actually snapped from their taunting and beat the living fuck out of all three of them. I took down the first two, the third fled, and I chased him down like... Part of me wants to say forest gump, but that wouldn't be funny, nor would it be appropriate with the terror that guy felt. I chased him down like... Alucard. I was his Alucard, who had just gone full Release Restraint: Level One, despite me being a rectangular-bodied slightly-overweight nerdy kid with a rugby player's build and more than enough rage and mercilessness. I chased him down and beat the crap out of him as he screamed and cried and whined and said he'd fucking kill me tomorrow even as I kept on punching. Anyway, I got in trouble for that, even though they attacked first and I defended myself. Two terms of school time were then wasted as I spent the terms excluded from lessons. I'd get to school in the morning, go to the Basic Skills classroom where the disabled kids and problem children go, and I'd sit in my corner and rest my head on the table alone. When three certain teachers were on their break, they'd come in and mock and taunt me, but I ignored them. At the end of the day, I'd go home, and deal with my parents's bullshit. Back then, I actually listened when they bitched and whined at me and went on and on about how I'd never amount to anything.

 

That was it. That was my life for a long time.

 

Also, they decided that due to my above-50 IQ(Actually around 180-200 last I checked) and how I don't get on with the other Beavises and Buttheads and other idiots, I must have Aspergers Syndrome. Because that is the only explanation on the planet for how I can be smarter than everyone else in the room and yet never have a girlfriend or a friend or anything. After all, the possibility that I just didn't like the other idiots, and they didn't like me? There's no official diagnosis for "That one kid everyone hates", so they went with Aspergers. That's probably how they were able to convince everyone to put me in that room for two terms.

 

So, yeah, that's it. That's my life.

 

And then it got worse.

 

One day, I'm accused of verbally abusing staff members. I'm brought in to see the headmaster, who says he's expelling me. The three teachers act super stuck up and bitchy about it, going on about how "You'll be begging to be let back in in a few weeks!". Not bloody likely. If I'd released then, I could have done some serious damage. But I didn't. Because I saw that as a good thing. I never had to go back to that hellhole again.

 

IT CONTINUES IN NEXT POST.

Edited November 4, 2014 by Asquerade

[Night Wing 387]

where are the good stories

[DJPON-3-#Power11 78]

i wish nothing bad happend in the real world. i wish things were like my little pony. i wish nothing bad ever happend!!!!! i wish this world was filled with positive things and not bad things anymore!!!!!!!!! i dont think i can take this anymore!!!!!!!! it hurts so much!!!!!!!! i hate this world!!!!!!!!!!! i just wanna leave it!!!!!!!!!!!

i shouldnt have said that im sorry......... 

[Sig Hoovestrong 838]

where are the good stories

Hard to say, either the happy people avoiding this topic, our there not many of them here on MLP forum. Either one of dos answers, just makes sad.

[DJPON-3-#Power11 78]

why do i feel better saying this!!!!!! i shouldnt be saying this!!!!!!!!! why do i feel like a big weight has left my shoulder!!!!!!!

please help me!! i dont understand anymore!!!!

i gotta get offline for awhile sorry............................

[SilverStarApple 849]

i wish nothing bad happend in the real world. i wish things were like my little pony. i wish nothing bad ever happend!!!!! i wish this world was filled with positive things and not bad things anymore!!!!!!!!! i dont think i can take this anymore!!!!!!!! it hurts so much!!!!!!!! i hate this world!!!!!!!!!!! i just wanna leave it!!!!!!!!!!!

 

i shouldnt have said that im sorry.........

Don't say that.

 

You are right to question this world and its broken mechanisms.

 

You are right to wonder why things are the way they are.

 

Never, for one second, accept that bullshit happens to everyone and that's how life is and nobody can change that.

 

why do i feel better saying this!!!!!! i shouldnt be saying this!!!!!!!!! why do i feel like a big weight has left my shoulder!!!!!!!

 

please help me!! i dont understand anymore!!!!

 

i gotta get offline for awhile sorry............................

You feel better because you are revealing your true self.

 

That feeling within you? The feeling that you want to change this world so nobody ever has to suffer again? Embrace it. Use it. Change this world.

Edited November 4, 2014 by Asquerade

[Sig Hoovestrong 838]

why do i feel better saying this!!!!!! i shouldnt be saying this!!!!!!!!! why do i feel like a big weight has left my shoulder!!!!!!!

please help me!! i dont understand anymore!!!!

i gotta get offline for awhile sorry............................

Talking abut it is first step in comfronting it, of course as long people are willing to listen. But just act of talking abut, what ill's you. In your mind, is good madichine, for the soul.

 

But don't forget forum's are not always best place talk abut this sort of stuff. Best altritive is if have one, is talk with some close. Like family member. Of course might not have good family member need turn other place's for comfort. This is why have head dactors. What where they called again?

[SilverStarApple 849]

Asquerade, on 04 Nov 2014 - 6:55 PM, said:

I was an accident, born with a stupid name to two stupid parents who hated me from the moment I was born. Pain and suffering was my constant companion. My parents would hit me for looking sad or because they felt like it, and then they'd hit me for crying. Keep in mind I was still a small child, and this had gone on for years. I had always been smarter than everyone else in the room. At a young age, I was reading the books my parents left lying around. Most children's introduction to literature probably wouldn't be Clive Cussler or Dirk Pitt or any of those super-violent action novels or psychological murder mysteries. I thought they were fascinating, exciting, cool. I'd stay up late and sneak downstairs while my parents were sitting on the chairs and sofas like docile cows, staring at the screen and understanding nothing beyond "This happened then this happened then that guy said this then this happened...", and I'd sneak downstairs and hide behind the chairs and watch shows like NCIS. That was a good show.

 

At Primary School, I learned that there are no others like me. Every single one of my classmates were stupid, unintelligent crackbaby chavs and morons, most of whom had already drank from their parents's beer stashes at least once. Compare that to me, who never drank anything until age 18. Anyway, in primary school, we read books like "Look". Imagine a children's paperback book with crappy illustrations taking up every page. Imagine that at the bottom, there's a caption of "Look". Imagine that all the pupils are sitting around in a circle, each one takes their turn reading a page, and every single goddamn one struggles to say the word "Look". Imagine that I am stuck with these morons until age 11, when I leave Primary School. I was told I was upgraded to the next school, but my record says I was kicked out, even though I distinctly remember that bastard Rhys saying I was being promoted to the next school. Teachers were of the "I'm the teacher, you're the child, now shut the fuck up and pay attention to me as I tell you what 2+2 is again. I said pay fucking attention to me! I will prevent you from going out into the playground on breaktimes for a whole fucking week! Don't test me, bitch! I am duh laaawwww!" variety. I was also bullied all the way through school, and the teachers believes that because four pupils were bullying me, and they always said everything that happened was my fault, it had to be my fault because I had no friends.

 

After all, who would want to be friends with me?

 

I was ginger.

 

That's it. That was the only reason they had.

 

So, anyway, the next school.

 

It's a Catholic School.

 

Now, I used to be a trusting moron with no self esteem or self respect. I attempted suicide at least four times, though I never cut myself. Never saw the point in that. Still don't understand why some people do. Anyway, Catholic School. As a ginger-haired miserable sack of shit who also happened to be the smartest kid in school despite being from a really shitty area, I HAD to be cheating all day every day 24/7 just because I actually knew my forehead from my ass and I knew how to count to ten and what history is and how science and the scientific method works and how reality works and how basic logic works. I was bullied by three idiots there. Three stupid pieces of crap. Imagine those two dumb brutes Draco Malfoy had, except there's no Draco to plan or lead them, and they make do with someone dumber than Beavis and Butthead. One day, I actually snapped from their taunting and beat the living fuck out of all three of them. I took down the first two, the third fled, and I chased him down like... Part of me wants to say forest gump, but that wouldn't be funny, nor would it be appropriate with the terror that guy felt. I chased him down like... Alucard. I was his Alucard, who had just gone full Release Restraint: Level One, despite me being a rectangular-bodied slightly-overweight nerdy kid with a rugby player's build and more than enough rage and mercilessness. I chased him down and beat the crap out of him as he screamed and cried and whined and said he'd fucking kill me tomorrow even as I kept on punching. Anyway, I got in trouble for that, even though they attacked first and I defended myself. Two terms of school time were then wasted as I spent the terms excluded from lessons. I'd get to school in the morning, go to the Basic Skills classroom where the disabled kids and problem children go, and I'd sit in my corner and rest my head on the table alone. When three certain teachers were on their break, they'd come in and mock and taunt me, but I ignored them. At the end of the day, I'd go home, and deal with my parents's bullshit. Back then, I actually listened when they bitched and whined at me and went on and on about how I'd never amount to anything.

 

That was it. That was my life for a long time.

 

Also, they decided that due to my above-50 IQ(Actually around 180-200 last I checked) and how I don't get on with the other Beavises and Buttheads and other idiots, I must have Aspergers Syndrome. Because that is the only explanation on the planet for how I can be smarter than everyone else in the room and yet never have a girlfriend or a friend or anything. After all, the possibility that I just didn't like the other idiots, and they didn't like me? There's no official diagnosis for "That one kid everyone hates", so they went with Aspergers. That's probably how they were able to convince everyone to put me in that room for two terms.

 

So, yeah, that's it. That's my life.

 

And then it got worse.

 

One day, I'm accused of verbally abusing staff members. I'm brought in to see the headmaster, who says he's expelling me. The three teachers act super stuck up and bitchy about it, going on about how "You'll be begging to be let back in in a few weeks!". Not bloody likely. If I'd released then, I could have done some serious damage. But I didn't. Because I saw that as a good thing. I never had to go back to that hellhole again.

 

IT CONTINUES IN NEXT POST.

So, I go to this new school, a Speshul School where all you do is derp around all day, accomplishing nothing and learning nothing. Meanwhile, the teachers try pathetically-obvious reinforcement and brainwashing tricks, first to make you accept that yes, you have X disorder, and you should be proud of that and tell everyone you know. Then, to make you believe that they care for and love you because they wish you were their kid. Then, to make you believe that all your skills, from tying your shoelaces to brushing your hair and teeth and not going into a murderous rage every ten seconds are all thanks to them, and their wonderful loving purity, because they neeeever gave up on you, and that's why you should loooove them.

 

Needless to say, throwing a handful of bullshit at an immaculate diamond sculpture won't cover the whole thing in bullshit, which is why their clumsy attempts at brainwashing and behavior modification never worked on me.

 

I was a scared, sad little kid, but I was too smart for them.

 

I got smarter, watching people being stupid. I was left alone with my thoughts more and more, and I started to think.

 

I started to question my surroundings.

 

I started to question everything.

 

People didn't like being questioned.

 

I was hated, reviled, bullied, punished, all for not conforming to their belief that all children at their school are talentless hopeless brainwashed Fluffy Ponies that exist only to make their teachers smile when they see what they are stupid enough to think is geniune love.

 

I did not care.

 

I grew numb, cold, merciless.

 

Doctor Gregory House MD would have been proud.

 

If I gained a can of cola for every time I made some idiot run out of the room in tears, and each time, sold the cans later for 80p each, I'd have a lot more money than I do now.

 

I broke minds. I freed people. I shattered illusions. I made people face reality.

 

I gave up on that when I realised most aren't ready for that kind of thing, not when they still can't finish a low-level baby book I thought I'd never see again after the first week of primary school.

 

I became number, colder, and I lost my faith in humanity.

 

I became that guy.

 

You know that guy?

 

Imagine Loyd Asplund from Code Geass.

 

Now make him smarter, take away his Suzaku and his assistant Cecile. Take away the only ones keeping him stable. And keep the fighting skills one only gains from attempting to learn martial arts from internet videos and finding with surprise that they work surprisingly well, and having an IQ so high that doing what Sherlock Holmes did in the Robert Downey Jr movie comes as second nature and happens subconsciously.

 

And then you had me. The older me.

 

"Oh, your boyfriend is making you feel sad? Why did you pick him? Oh, wow, now you're ranting at me for trying to make you think, instead of giving you the pat on the shoulder you so desperately crave. Whoops! :D"

"You got injured by your own stupidity? Let me get my care package. *Reaches both hands into pocket, then cups them together. Opens it in front of person's face* Oh, look! It's empty!"

"Unless you actually want to see how badly I can beat you in this fight, I suggest you stop provoking me. I will say what nobody else will say, and if you think threatening me with violence will change that or make you any less of an idiot, you're stupider than I thought. You've seen what I do to people that stop being amusing. Now, be a good little idiot, go back to your side of the classroom, and try to pronounce 'Articulate' again."

 

It was fun, for a while.

 

I was an asshole, but so was everyone else.

 

The world was a disgusting, pathetic, messed-up place where everything was broken and everyone was sick. Everyone's mind was messed up in one way or another.

 

And I was the only one who found it funny.

 

The way I saw it, you could either cry in a corner about how disgusting the world was, or you could laugh at it.

 

I laughed.

 

And I kept laughing.

 

And after a lot of laughter, I eventually grew tired of it.

 

I grew tired of laughter.

 

I became colder, alone, distant, numb. If you talked to me, you were lucky if you got a one-word answer. I remained calm, because I ran out of emotions to feel. Emotions stopped being interesting.

 

I found MLPFIM when I saw it had a bunch of memes.

 

MLP was a good show. It was interesting. It was funny.

 

Everyone was messed up in the head. But nobody was worse off for it. Everyone was still fundementally good.

 

Still, it was when I met the Brony Fandom and started telling people about my life, giving day by day accounts of all the BS that happened to me. All the pain and suffering I felt within me made its way online, and I was expecting to be kicked off the side for being so sad and depressing.

 

After all, when I was a kid, my parents punished me whenever they caught me feeling.

 

So I was scared, but I posted anyway. I told them about me, my life, and all that happened to me.

 

CONTINUED IN NEXT POST.

 

I received something I never expected to get.

 

Kindness. Acceptance. People caring about me. I was back into my unstable unloved miserable kid mode again, Jerkmode stopped being fun, and my parents took things up a notch, quitting their jobs and claiming more benefit money because I was just soooo messed up. They claimed I didn't have skills that I clearly had. Yet they got the money anyway, blew it all on World of Warcraft and Takeaways, and they were just as broke as ever once again.

 

But through all the years of pain I went through, all the bullying from teachers and pupils I had, the MLP Forums and the online friends I made there were there for me.

 

I mean, I'd made friends IRL, but they were never this good. I never liked them this much.

 

One of my IRL friends was a big, fat idiot who never stopped lying. He would tell you stories so obviously false you could feel your internet respectrometer dropping. You'd ask if he heard of something that "Happened" but didn't really, he'd say he knew it already just to appear cool. Even when you're openly screwing with him and asking if he saw that epic moment at the end of Pokemon Conquest where a dude who looks like Commander Sheppard sent out three Arceuses at once(Even though it's one Pokemon per person in Pokemon Conquest). But he was sentient and immune to brainwashing due to his proficiency with BS, so we were friends. He played Pokemon, too, which was good, because I also played it.

 

Another was a weird kid with a skin condition, he would repeat a phrase every few minutes or so and find it hilarious. Pick up a book, pretend you're reading it to him, and . He'd smile and say "Meals on it!" and my friends and I would laugh, as we knew he was referring to the first chapter of Artemis Fowl: The Eternity Code, a book I read.

 

Another was a Canadian, who had moved all the way to our shitpit of a country because his home and native land(Reference to their anthem) didn't have any speshul schools, according to him. At first, I thought he's like me but with nicer parents and he's from a better place and he's more stable than I. We used to sit together and quietly snark about all the BS around us, like a 14-year old Teen version of those two old guys from the muppets, with the "Dooohohohohoho!" laugh. Then I realised he doesn't know how to play minds or feign respect or do any of the tricks I picked up as survival skills. Then I realise he's about four years younger than me in mental age. Then I feel bad for ever comparing him to me.

 

He dropped out of speshul school the same time I did, he joined the military and has been fast-tracked to a sniper promotion, and I talked my way into a fancy college up in England, where I'm studying I.T. and going through BS Thank-you-captain-obvious YouDontSay.jpg lessons that just go on and on as my classmates derp around. We're both equally accurate, by the way. He has no idea how this is possible, neither do I. I'd never even picked up a NES Light Gun or played an FPS game before he challenged e to a shooting contest and we tied.

 

Anyway, speshul school was a waste of time.

 

While at that place, I went to a Youth Club for a few terms, that was fun. But there was this one bitch there who ruined that. I guess I'll cover that in more detail if anyone asks. Some day, I will post the original song she inspired.

 

Once speshul school was over, I moved to where I am now: A college in England. My classmates are still idiots, I'm living in one of those hotel-style Student Houses where students who live faraway will stay. One psycho kept trying to get my attention, I ignored her, and she tried to smash down my front door with a fire extinguisher when her chihuahua of a boyfriend(Who once let her put out her cigarrette on the back of his neck just to show off his "Toughness". He was ignored by the psycho fat girl, who was staring into my eyes wih a stupid smirk while she did so, as if saying "Yeah, I'm hurting someone, what're you gonna do about it?") got jealous of how I was getting more of her attention than him and he told her I called her fat. She tried to smash my front door down with a fire extinguisher, the police were called, and she was pepper sprayed and carried off by four strong police people after spending over 40 mins shouting and bitching and screaming and smashing that fire extinguisher against the door.

 

Dumbass.

 

Anyway, I'm at a college in England, I got funding from the government for two out of three years of college, the workers at my student house keep illegally searching my room without a warrant and planting food wrappers and porn mags there, even though pornographic images of random humans do nothing for me. I have stupid classmates, and there's one little kid that looks like a black-haired version of first-year Draco Malfoy except he's a loud dumbass with a hair-trigger temper, though his commitment to the "Leave the room when I get too angry" school of dealing with issues is almost impressive. I have an INCREDIBLY CRAPPY AND UNRELIABLE BT FON Wifi connection, and I'm stuck using that to continue what I do online, as well as the course's homework I'm given. The fat psycho bitch's weak-willed stupid-voiced sub chihuahua skinny prick of a boyfriend is still here at the same student house as me, and he provokes me every day, trying to get me to beat the crap out of him so he can be home with his girlfriend. He switched courses in the middle of term from IT to Sports(He's now doing Zumba and football all day) just so he could be with her, and she got kicked out because of what he did just a day after he made it into her lesson. How tragic. Ah, well. He's an idiot, and annoyingly, he believes he could beat me in a fight, even though we have been to the gym together and he has seen me knock over the standing bags while he can barely wobble his. He has seen me outrun him on the treadmill. He has seen me wordlessly and emotionlessly bench double what he benches like Maud Pie picking up heavy objects while he grunts and screams like a Saiyan to pick up something less heavy than my bag. He's seen how I physically and mentally outclass him in every way, not that he seems capable of noticing or remembering. Either that, or he's determined to get kicked out and inconvenience me along the way to try and avenge his girlfriend. Pathetic.

 

I'm taking a low-level BS course, surrounded by enemies all day no matter where I go. My basic level-one IT Course isn't going to help me get a job or get a career or get a life.

 

But that's okay.

 

Because I'm better than this.

 

I'm composing stories and I'll soon begin a proper, fully-voiced Let's Play. I will gain money from that, and the music I plan on selling soon. I already live more through the internet than I do IRL, so why not make money and work there, too?

 

I'll make my own path in life, one better than what has been dealt to me. Talking my way into England was only the beginning.

 

I will change this world, so shit like this never happens again.

 

I will change this world.

Edited November 4, 2014 by Asquerade

[Invincible 2,091]

Backstory, huh?

 

I was born to a poor family of Russian-Jew immigrants from Kiev who fled to Israel following the collapse of the Soviet union. I developed destructive tendencies and angry outbursts as i a child, something which would dominate me for the most part of my life. Discovered a cancerous tumor in my knee when i was 18, and it made me reflect on some of the poorer life choices i made and i made a slow, but steady search for purpose and healing. Discovered the magic of friendship about a year and a half ago

[Snow Frostflame 3,568]

Mike Schmidt i feel very sorry for you that's the most dark past i've ever heard *hug*

thanks but mine isn't as dark compared to DJPON-3 I'd rather have a shitty mother then get raped by my cousin

[PROJECT: Simon 3,955]

My backstory is very depressing and sad. ughh

 

 

So I was born in South Korea, my dad sent me to new Zealand to learn and speak english. As time went on, after I finished with my academy and went back home, I saw my mom holding a kitchen knife, trying to stab my dad. That time I was scared and did nothing. My dad survived it. Its good right? But my dad had a scar on his chest. My mom scratched it. 

 

When I became older, I realised that my mom actually married my dad in order to take away his money. She even said to my grandparents "I gave a birth to your new baby, now give me 2 million dollars". 

 

She even lied to the court saying my dad was making my life miserable...

 

 

Now when I think about that time, I feel angry. 

[Shanks 10,816]

I was born to unwed teenage parents and given up for adoption to parents that were having trouble um baby making. I wasn't much different from your typical child at first with my only major issues being born with crooked legs that got corrected with special shoes and a severe yeast infection which was also dealt with. At age 2 I lost what little language I had and started exhibiting violent, anti social behavior as well as sensitivities to certain sounds and other stimuli. I was soon diagnosed with Autism but the year being 1988 most doctors barely knew anything and that doctor gave me a death sentence of never getting an IQ past 50, turning into a vegetable at any time and recommended institutionalizing me. To make a long story short the doctor was right that I indeed have Autism but was wrong about what form I had and wrong about me not amounting to anything.

 

My parents didn't listen to this doctor and got all sorts of second, third opinions and so forth which eventually lead them to this special program at UCSD which helped control my behavior and sensitivities to sound. When it came time for me to go to school the school wanted me in the emotionally disturbed class but my parents said no, so I was put in special ED with a plan of gradually mainstreaming me into regular ED. I regained my language at age 5 and by 4th grade was in regular ED full time with supports and was started to make friends and did well academically.

 

Middle school saw me making the honor role and taking part in the school band but also saw tragedy with my grandmothers death and having to deal with bullying. In high school I continued to do well academically but was very misunderstood by many of my peers, I was socially awkward and the bullying I mentioned got worse. I also had to deal with a rather nasty temper which had me constantly teetering on the edge of expulsion as you can only threaten so many people so many times. It wasn't all bad though as I greatly enjoyed my experiences in my high school jazz band.

 

I graduated with a 3.8 GPA and after learning the bus routes started attending classes at my local community college and a few years later entered the work force by being hired to the grocery store I still work at today. Less than a year after being hired I was promoted and am currently trying for another one. I am greatly respected by most of my co workers but dealing with school and work as well as other matters including 6 work related knee injuries has left with a serious case of burnout.

[Primarch Fulgrim 163]

Oh, well, this tread caught my eye pretty quickly. Well, where do I start(DJ-PON3-#Power11 that was heart-touching)

Well, I had a solitary life, my mom divorced a little after i was born, I was raised by my dad mostly. I still saw my mom until she left in 2010. My life was pretty unsignificant. I might get into some activities that the authorities might not approve of for the greater good in the future.

[NotoriousSMALL 1,984]

I was born as the third and final child in my house and things were pretty regular for me, just the average life, but then in the 5th grade i saw my cousin playing world of warcraft and after trying it myself i convinced my parents to get it for me and the more i played the more it consumed me and then my grades dropped and i stopped hanging out with my friends because i was so addicted. my whole family played the game at one point and then at the end of my 5th grade year my parents broke up and me and my sister went to go live with my mom in south florida.i remember a lot of people wanted to be my friend but i was really sad the rest of the year and became anti-social.

 

i spent my 6th grade year there and then moved back with my dad in the 7th grade hoping that meeting back up with my old friends would fix my situation which it sort of did, but i still did poorly in school and lacked any form of motivation. very crappy year. Then in the 8th grade I moved back to my mom's, and I began skipping almost everyday of school. I would walk down the road, wait about 15 minutes for my mom to leave for work, and then I would go back inside and watch the history channel or play on the computer. By this time I was a brony, too. But after christmas break my mom found out because the school called her and I wasn't punished hardly at all, but my cousin said he'd make sure I wasn't home. (but I agreed and kept my word to go to school everyday). While at school, I made a friend, I told him about mlp and got him to watch (he left the fandom shortly after me, I left after the 2nd season and he left mid 3rd-season)

 

Upon coming back from christmas break I noticed a girl had a 20% cooler rainbow dash t-shirt and that's when I started having better hygiene and she and I started talking and she became my girlfriend. Now I had even more motivation to actually show up to school. And looking back, I have no clue in my mind how I passed the 8th grade. By 9th grade year I had completely turned my life around, I was doing better in school, I had moved back in with my dad, and I got new friends as well as the old ones. I remember a time where I'd come home and go to bed at like 7pm because me and my friends would be out doing stuff all day almost right after school. 9th grade year so far has been my favorite year of highschool. I had a lot of classes with friends (my 2nd period and 7th period being my favorite, gym and this do-what-ever-you-want-on-the-computer class, respectively). And outside of school we'd always hang out and I remember almost every weekend playing manhunt and sitting in the road in a group circle just chatting into th.e late hours of the night (and the slightly scary bike ride home through pitch blackness, living on the edge of the neighborhood with the dark woods looming by, but I got use to it)

 

10th grade year was kind of sucky. I fell for a girl and I deeply regret it, but I won't go too into that. Me and my friends didn't hang out as much, it was an uneventful year overall. And now here I am, in the 11th grade. Now, ironically, we hang out even less. I say ironically because we all have trucks now, and we had all planned to go drive around doing things because we're no longer bound to bikes, but I guess that's not the case now.

[A goat 323]

I don't usually talk about my personal life very much online to a bunch of strangers, but I'll make this one exception. Since this is a public forum, I won't go into too much detail. 

 

I was born a catholic, and as far as I know, I'm the only one in my family that's an atheist. And yes that caused a bit of drama later on. (I hate saying this) I was an autistic douchebag from kindergarden to 6th grade. In the 7th grade I was okay, I was a dickhead but not a complete dickhead. In the 8th grade however, I was a fedora-tipping atheist and a complete asshole. I hardly gave a shit about my grades, and all I did was go on the computer, it got better near the end of the year because 1) I was close to graduating from that hellhole called Middleschool. 2) advice from my history teacher helped me get through highschool. 3) Speech therapy helped me greatly with social interaction, and I then began to be a little kinder to people. And 4) One of my old friends got me interested in mlp, and it boosted my self-confidence and happyness (sort-of). Anyone who has been to the middle school where I live can agree that it was a terrible place, especially . Despite all that, I was still an unproductive asshole durring the summer. But that changed during the summer of 2013. During then, all I did was go on my computer and rarely anything else. I was on computer for so long that it built up so much anxeity to the point where I started having extremely dark/deep thoughts that I'm way too uncomfortable to talk about on a puplic forum. I don't know what would have happend to me if I didn't have parents to get me help. We learned why I had so much anxiety during the summer. So that caused me to be more productive and social. And I got to highschool and I was doing so much better academically and socially (sort-of), I was the opposite of what I was in the middle school. Despite all that, I was still an axiety freak for a good portion of my freshman year. And now I'm a softmore and I've improved socially over my freshman year, and I'm less of an anxiety freak. But recently I feel like I'm becoming alot more anxious than usual. And reading some of the stories here isn't exaclty helping. But it's probably due to the shitload of homework that I should be working on right now.

Edited November 5, 2014 by A goat

[Plageius 263]

I don't usually talk about my personal life very much online to a bunch of strangers, but I'll make this one exception. Since this is a public forum, I won't go into too much detail. 

 

I was born a catholic, and as far as I know, I'm the only one in my family that's an atheist. And yes that caused a bit of drama later on. (I hate saying this) I was an autistic douchebag from kindergarden to 6th grade. In the 7th grade I was okay, I was a dickhead but not a complete dickhead. In the 8th grade however, I was a fedora-tipping atheist and a complete asshole. I hardly gave a shit about my grades, and all I did was go on the computer, it got better near the end of the year because 1) I was close to graduating from that hellhole called Middleschool. 2) advice from my history teacher helped me get through highschool. 3) Speech therapy helped me greatly with social interaction, and I then began to be a little kinder to people. And 4) One of my old friends got me interested in mlp, and it boosted my self-confidence and happyness (sort-of). Anyone who has been to the middle school where I live can agree that it was a terrible place, especially . Despite all that, I was still an unproductive asshole durring the summer. But that changed during the summer of 2013. During then, all I did was go on my computer and rarely anything else. I was on computer for so long that it built up so much anxeity to the point where I started having extremely dark/deep thoughts that I'm way too uncomfortable to talk about on a puplic forum. I don't know what would have happend to me if I didn't have parents to get me help. We learned why I had so much anxiety during the summer. So that caused me to be more productive and social. And I got to highschool and I was doing so much better academically and socially (sort-of), I was the opposite of what I was in the middle school. Despite all that, I was still an axiety freak for a good portion of my freshman year. And now I'm a softmore and I've improved socially over my freshman year, and I'm less of an anxiety freak. But recently I feel like I'm becoming alot more anxious than usual. It's probably due to the shitload of homework that I should be working on right now. 

I was the result of a CIA experiment to create the most annoying sentient being known to man.  

[Sig Hoovestrong 838]

This thread seems to be filled with some delightful silliness, as opposed to serious discussion, so it is being moved to the lounge.

I feel is bit of both, think only reasone silliness his here is if wouldent make some jokes ones in while, abut your past. We would grow tarrblie deprresed. Thats just one way i deal with not getting overwhelmed by sadness. That my appnion any how.

 

And of what i can tell if either begin serious our not. THis people can need some cheering up our at lest some that parsly listen to what they got say.

 

After all one part of the Magic of Friendship, is be there and listen.

[A goat 323]

I've learned that my life isn't as depressing as I thought after reading some of the stories on this thread.

[Sig Hoovestrong 838]

I most likely don't have it worst. But you know, even i need to share time to time. So i don't get get ingolfed by my own bad mamorys and fears. That the road to dark place vise you my never return...

 

As stated before am trying look to the futher, but i never forget, i never forgive. My past, cause should always try learn from it. Even if thing are not easy. But then again, what in life worth something, isent hard to do?

 

I just hope some thing i say cheer some people up. And hopefully make them stronger as people.

[DJPON-3-#Power11 78]

This thread seems to be filled with some delightful silliness, as opposed to serious discussion, so it is being moved to the lounge.

my story wasnt delightful are silly.  

[Sig Hoovestrong 838]

my story wasnt delightful are silly.

I most agree, i don't really get the Mod judgment abut this topic. Sure we joke little, but that is to bring down tensions. If he would expline himself, then might have good reasone. But as it stand seem like one dos mod thing's. Like he say's so there for it is so. 

 

We can spacilat all we want, but in end we don't really know thought, and how come to conclusion this is a silly topic.

 

And also his not incling to tell us any thing, but sure would be nice if he told us why.