the illusion of being alone
Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 5:03 am
The honesty with which everyone on this forum speaks nearly brought me to tears. If there is anything good that can come from this private ordeal, it is that, in the end, it causes you to be completely relentless, and it causes you to not fear honestly. Finally one gets tired of hiding. There is nothing superficial or false...because in comparison to living with this problem, rules of social conventions pale.
I have felt everything from pretending that the problem doesn't exist, to wanting to stop caring altogether and retreating into a private hole, or else turning into a complete animal who, out of self-pity, simply doesn't care about my effect on others. I have even felt cruelty stemming out of pure aloneness...It is just me and it, the problem, and I have felt in myself sometimes the desire to make friends with the problem and spit on everyone else, if this makes any objective sense. As though the problem is the only remaining "human" whom I do not have to turn away from, who would understand.
Well, it has been only three years since I have been aware of the problem. I have no idea if it existed before it was pointed out to me. It still continues to control my life like nothing else. I laugh sometimes in an ironic and pained way when I imagine that it is impossible to guess from my appearance that such a horrid bruden is corroding my existence. I would have been a beautiful girl with bright blue eyes....but sadly there is much more to beauty. Beauty is in the way a person communicates, looks at the other during conversations, smiles, etc. None of these things I have ever been able to do. The physical proportions of my face mean nothing. I live like the hunchaback of notre dam. Just watching people communicatign with each other on a daily basis causes me to weep...How relative everything is. How much they take for granted.
Thank you for this forum, this website, and your openness.
Thankfully the feeling that I am the only human who has ever harbored these thoughts is only an illusion.
-A
I have felt everything from pretending that the problem doesn't exist, to wanting to stop caring altogether and retreating into a private hole, or else turning into a complete animal who, out of self-pity, simply doesn't care about my effect on others. I have even felt cruelty stemming out of pure aloneness...It is just me and it, the problem, and I have felt in myself sometimes the desire to make friends with the problem and spit on everyone else, if this makes any objective sense. As though the problem is the only remaining "human" whom I do not have to turn away from, who would understand.
Well, it has been only three years since I have been aware of the problem. I have no idea if it existed before it was pointed out to me. It still continues to control my life like nothing else. I laugh sometimes in an ironic and pained way when I imagine that it is impossible to guess from my appearance that such a horrid bruden is corroding my existence. I would have been a beautiful girl with bright blue eyes....but sadly there is much more to beauty. Beauty is in the way a person communicates, looks at the other during conversations, smiles, etc. None of these things I have ever been able to do. The physical proportions of my face mean nothing. I live like the hunchaback of notre dam. Just watching people communicatign with each other on a daily basis causes me to weep...How relative everything is. How much they take for granted.
Thank you for this forum, this website, and your openness.
Thankfully the feeling that I am the only human who has ever harbored these thoughts is only an illusion.
-A