Hi guys, just giving you another update but not a positive one unfortunately.
Things seemed to be getting back on track. I was on good terms with my ex which was nice as I do consider her to be a friend. Life in general was ok until it came to the issue of my suspension from college. I found out that my family have been withholding information from me about
this. According to them, the college contacted them when I was in hospital and said that their admin department had said that I had left the course of my own free will and as far as they were concerned, the matter was closed.
So now I am jobless, penniless and in debt because they won't even give me a partial refund. I also put a claim in for incapacity benefit after my doctor gave me a sicknote and my parents have decided that they are going to take every penny claiming it is for lodgings and the repayment of the tuition fees they lent me the money for. So I'll have no money whatsoever until the £2,000 plus I had to borrow is paid off. Apparently the money I get for my 22nd birthday next month will also have to go towards this because according to them it was my decision to do the course and my own fault to get suspended.
Yesterday afternoon I had a relapse and went into self-destruct mode again; I gave up on writing altogether and told the websites I contributed to that I wouldn't be coming back and then set about
destroying my own possessions from clothes to football memorabilia. I really didn't care and I still don't. People treat me like doormat. My whole life is a mess from my career right down to my health. Why did I even bother trying to make something of my life? I should’ve stayed where I was three years ago, on the dole. At least there I had a regular income and nobody trying to as I tried to better myself. I saw myself in the mirror yesterday and felt physically repulsed at what I saw. I had to duck down to even see my own face and I hated what was looking back at me. A big-eared, pointy-nosed excuse for a human being with no job, no career, no future, nothing. All I have ever wanted is to be treated like a normal human being; to be accepted for who I was and treated no differently than anyone else. I don’t want to have a section next to my name, I don't want to be 6 foot 7, I don't want to be who I am. I don’t want to be the one that was snarled at in the ground and slagged off at the match. I don't want to be ridiculed and sarcastically asked ‘how tall are you?’ when I am in the street. I don’t want to be an assault target every time I go to town with my friends. I just want to be normal. My parents and sister are normal. My friends are normal. My ex is normal. Why the aren’t I?
The local health service sent out a GP to come see me. He was some double-barrelled gobcrape who sounded like he had plums in his mouth and a silver spoon . He said that he understood how ‘rotten’ I was feeling. Oh does he really? Why do people say that when they really don’t know the first thing about
what someone is going through? He offered to prescribe a sedative but I declined because I knew that nothing could help my situation now. ‘There is help out there Rich believe me’ he said. Mr Cholmondley-Warner. Get back to your Cheshire mansion and the bliss of ignorance. You know NOTHING about
my life or what I have to put up with so don't pretend you do.
I have long accepted that I am a freak in all but name, yet I have tried to delude myself by thinking that I could have anything resembling a normal life like the ones my friends and family live day-to-day. Thinking realistically about
it, how can I? I'm 6 foot 7 in height with ears that even Dumbo would be ashamed of, no job, no career, no money, nothing. Everything good I ever had going for me has been by someone who didn’t want me to be happy; whether it be people at the match, that in college, even my own family. I feel like I was only put on earth to be ridiculed and over in order to make people feel better knowing that no matter how crapty things were for them, there was always someone they could take it out on. This isn’t a life at all. This is a pathetic excuse for an existence.
So that brings you up to speed guys. It's not looking good and, in all honesty, nothing has changed at all since April. I'm still and it's going to take a miracle to fix my problems. Either that or a lottery win so I can live a reclusive life without stirring parents and people in authority sticking their noses in.
Sorry for the edit, Rich....forum rules. See my post to you below.
Post Edited By Moderator (Raniah) : 6/22/2009 9:16:40 AM (GMT-6)