Don't be ashamed of your story, it will inspire others.

I guess I'll share my piece, I wouldn't compare it to be as bad as the others I've read but still I never had problems with my parents, I started off a happy kid (I guess you can picture it in your head as steven universe). My problems only started till around 4th grade, since I was chubby I got picked on a lot. Only thing was I always pushed back, so I was always getting into fights in and outta school. So I started eating more to comfort my self but that didn't help. My bullies would follow me home, pick on my friends, even take my dog just to make me come outside. This kept going till high school, then I hit puberty and I shot up and got real skinny. My dad put me into boxing so I could stop messing up my teeth (6 years with braces people, count'em), and I also started with a gym to bulk up. But it didn't stop, they switched to picking on my friends, jumping me in groups, I once had my ribs broken by a bat after school. But I never gave an inch, my Cuban stubbornness wouldn't let me. As a result, I suffer from a form of ptsd called hyper vigilance. If I'm alone in public ina strange place I get panic attacks, so I rarely go out unless I'm with someone. If even so much as a pin drops while I'm asleep I wake up with my heart racing. A lot of people hear what I've been through, and I don't want pity. What I've been through this and have come out stronger for it, and I stay strong so that the people I care for don't even need to worry. Yes I bear scars, but i won't let that stop me from being nice to others. Well, my friends if you had to take anything from my story is this. If the world pushes you down 6 times, make sure you stand up 7.

@the space cadet as someone who is trying to live their life as someone that attempts to offer help to people who have gone through stuff like i have, and more specifically, social outcasts. i have learned you can help just by being there for those people, letting them know they have a shoulder to lean on. there may be other things you can do, just hang out, talk to them about anime, things like that, i know distractions help me at least. basically, just be their friend and that's all. the rest is up to them. and they will ask you for advice when they need it. i should probably take my own advice and stop punishing myself constantly for not being able to help people beyond that, but thats a problem i have to figure out myself. for those with various problems, i wish you luck, unless you're an asshole, in which case i don't care.

My story isn't so bad. Brace yourself this is going to be long. I was born into a Mexican family. Looking back, I feel lucky to have had such a good family. It wasn't all good though when I was about 3 to 4 years old, my dad would spank me with his belt every time he got mad at me. I wasn't a brat or anything, but he would get mad all the time. Despite that, I was still a pretty happy kid. When I started kindergarten that's when things started to change. I liked kindergarten and my English was on par with the rest of the white kids even though it was my second language. For some reason that I still don't understand, that's when I began to develop my stutter. Going through school as an awkward, chubby kid was already hard enough, but having a stutter made it worse. By first grade, I was already able to read and I was able to talk to other kids, but I don't remember having any actual friends until the third grade. By the fourth grade, that's when my stutter got really bad. I would involuntarily move my head as I stuttered and I would struggle with every other sentence. There were certain words I just couldn't say without stuttering like an idiot. As you can imagine, the other kids made fun of me for it. Every time I would hear kids laughing behind my back or I would get weird looks. Even though I was smart for my age, I still felt like an idiot. I guess that's the reason why I was so shy and quiet after that. Despite all that, I was still very polite can nice to everyone. Middle school was when I started to make real friends and my stuttering wasn't so bad anymore. I remember middle school was when I started to shine a little. My grades were good and I would score pretty high on just about every test. I made honor roll every time and I even got a couple of awards from the ESL (English Second Language) program. Hell, I was even reading at a 12th grade level by the time I was in 7th grade. All of this was kind of ironic because years prior I was told I would fall through the cracks and end up flunking out of school. Yeah, I was a good student, but I didn't really care about that. I still felt like an outcast and I just wanted to be accepted. My dad was pretty harsh on me no matter what I did. He would criticize just about everything I did and every time we got mad at me (which happened a lot) he would just yell. Not only would he shout at me, he also verbally and emotionally abuses me. He would insult me in any way he could (he would call me fat, stupid, weak, lazy, etc). Again, I was never a brat or anything. He would just get mad at the drop of a hat. If he made me help him do any kind of work, he was guaranteed to get angry. Starting high school that's when I got fed up with people. I thought if people were just going to make fun of me for the way I speak, then I wasn't going to speak at all. Thankfully I made some really good friends that were cool to me and accepted me and after some work, my stuttering problem got better. We bonded over gaming and yugioh. I started to become a little more social and before I knew it, a lot people at my school knew who I was. I even started to ask out a few girls. I got reject by every time, it sucked but I was proud of myself for just asking them. I eventually did start dating a few girls through out my time in high school, but I don't want to get into my love life here. I'm now enrolled in a university and I'm working on getting my degree in psychology so I can help people as a psychlogist.

I'm sorry you went through that bro, i would've probably made friends with you and treated you normal. But the best part is that you despite all that you still prevailed

Compared with you, I'm a lucky dog. I have problems with my parents, but I know they do love me. They just don't know how to bring up a kid, partly because of the fact that they are illiterate. Now, when I'm at home, unconsciously I don't address my parents with words like father, mother..I prefer to use words like "he","she". I don't share most thoughts of mine with them...I was afraid of my father because when he feels angry, he will smash anything at hand. I was afraid of my mother because she often looks into my private stuff. Their conversations I overheared convince me that how malicious/rude people can be. I daren't invite/introduce friends to them, because they call my friends/acquaintances bitches in secret, though they don't know them at all. All in all, they are super nice except for some flaws. I was isolated by classmates in middle school because I seemed very retarded. I have a kind of special aura, even introverted people think I will reject them. I'm good with people in real life, but I have few friends.

I was molested by my brothers dad when I was about 7 and my mom didn't believe me when I told her because she thought my dad put me up to it to ruin her happiness. When I was 15 found out my dad beat his wives while going over to his house that summer. Had to look after my youngest brother that summer while I was there because my dad later ran away and my stepmom was too busy with her ex whom she had been cheating on my dad with. Boyfriend at the time who I was madly in love with broke up with me the same day that my dad ran away. I remember sitting in my closet and crying almost every day and started self harming because I felt I didn't have anyone and I was stressed out all the time wondering if my dad was okay. About two months into my sophomore year my dad finally resurfaces to tell me he's maybe moving to Chicago and I'll never see him again and didn't bother giving me a number or anything to stay in contact. Later that year I got involved with a guy who I thought hung the moon. He went to a different school and would skip the last couple of classes to hop on a bus to make it to me before I got out of class. Needless to say we had a falling out when I found out he was still talking to his ex and with lots of other girls. Last year I unofficially started a relationship with a guy I met on a game. It was always a roller coaster with him. One day he loved me and wanted to be with me the next he wanted nothing to do with me. It got to the point where I would start starving myself so maybe he'd stop saying he didn't want me if I was skinnier and prettier. Some nights I couldn't even go to sleep because I couldn't stop crying. Even though it was a toxic love it was mine and I wanted to be wanted. I would beg him to come see me or I would come to him but he always made some excuse. Finally after I got in a wreck he decided life's to precious he'll come to see me. So I spent 2k to fly him here and get him a hotel for a week and try to help him get settled so he could maybe stay. We ended up going out one night with my friends and he got drunk so I tried to coax him to go back to the hotel with me. In the car ride back to the hotel he pulled out his phone and made a call I later found out was fake saying he hated it here and wanted the person on the other end to book him the first flight back. I ended up crying the whole way to the hotel and took care of him and later found out he was talking to two of his exs still so I broke it off when he went back home. Come to find out his parting gift to me was lice that he had gotten on the plane. I almost ended up shaving my head I was so embarrassed and ashamed. Then I start getting the threatening texts from one of his exs saying she's going to kick my ass because she still loved him and he got a tattoo of my name and no matter how many numbers I blocked from him or her they found new ways to text me until I finally had to change my number. My depression got so bad I wouldn't eat wouldn't get out of bed or do anything because I had no moral support. My best friends at the time wouldn't come get me or see me because I didn't have a car and if I don't go to them then I'm just SOL on the friend front. I got put on anti depressants after that so that I could function again and get a new job. That's I guess the majority of my story.

Alright why not. Growing up I used to be a little bit of a wild and normal kid, I made my first friend in Kindergarten. My dad was a manager at a roller rink that eventually opened up a skatepark as well. I would spend a lot of time there after school skating, playing arcade games for free, and sometimes we would hook up our gaming consoles. First grade rolls around, kid me rushed on some paper because it was recess time and I wanted to go play, like a normal kid, but had to finish. I get called in and get scolded for my answers, but it wasn't just that, she would downright yell and call me an idiot. Being kid me, I kind of believed it and felt bad about myself. One day my brother came to class to pick me up because our father was at the school to pick us up before his shift, and he caught her yelling at me for something again. He told our parents and the next day I was moved to a different class. I didn't really understand why at the time but ever since that class I became really anti social. Throughout elementary school I basically only had my one best friend, but it was enough. Middle School rolls around, but because life and my parents divorce, my mom couldn't afford to keep the house we were staying in so we moved to my grandma's house. I officially lost my best and only friend because well... Facebook wasn't a thing yet. When I started middle School it was awkward because I didn't know anyone, but I was introduced by the teacher for my first class and I did sort of eventually fall into a small group of like minded friends who liked video games. Despite that, I had a really hard time socializing, sometimes I would really want to speak out and add to conversations but the words just literally wouldn't come out of my mouth. I was just the really awkward friend that didn't say much unless I overcame the intense anxiety holding me back, it had to be something I believed to be of very great importance. Fast forward to 8th grade, a girl would periodically come up to me and say hi, kinda tease me, all that stuff. It was made apparent to my oblivious self by some friends really late into school year that she actually had a thing for me, and to be perfectly honest I did find her cute and interesting. Being my anti social, anxiety filled self, I couldn't fathom how I would even go about telling her how I felt, despite knowing she liked me, and the days just kept passing by as I kept saying "tomorrow..." Until we were finally graduating. I told myself for sure right after we graduated I would find her and confess or whatever, but right as I was exiting the ceremony I was pulled by my parents to go out for dinner to celebrate. I was devastated because I couldn't possibly tell them to wait and the reason why, it was just too embarrassing for me. The reason it was so devasting is because I was told at some point during that year that we were moving again due to my grandma wanting to sell the house, but I never told any of my friends because I didn't want to believe it was actually going to happen and that I would lose my friends again, but it all set in right there and then. After I got home from dinner I basically just cried myself to sleep. When we moved we moved back to the area we lived when I was in elementary school. Despite that, going into highschool I literally didn't recognize anyone. I would sit down with people randomly at lunch but it's like I didn't exist, at this point I still had some really intense anxiety so that really didn't help. Because I didn't talk much a lot of people treated me like I was some psycho path, because unfortunately I guess around this time school shooting were becoming a more common thing and I guess my anti social self fit some dumb stereotype. People would eventually try talking to me but be like "Am I annoying you?". I never knew how to answer that, it just felt insulting. Towards the end of my freshman year I bought World of Warcraft, and became highly addicted. My real life sucked so I made a name for myself and friends there. It wasn't until my junior year that I finally sort of started making a few friends in school, but I never really hung out with them outside of school, or it was just very rare. I had a couple love interested in highschool but similarly to before, I just literally never confessed to anyone. I started working my senior year as a cashier, which was a total nightmare for my anxiety, but my desire to buy my first motorcycle was motivation. I thought with time simple interactions with customers would help but it honestly didn't. College... I literally made no friends, just kept to myself, focused on classes, worked, played WoW in my spare time. I lost connection with the few friends I had from highschool. There's just literally nothing to talk about, that was my life for a solid 3 years at least. After I graduated, I had another love interest at my job with some girl that I would talk to occasionally. To summarize things, I basically confessed sort of ish with the help of someone, went on a date (which was extremely exciting) only to pretty much be told a few days later that we couldn't hang out like that anymore, "it's complicated". She was just entering a relationship with another co worker. I literally went from being extremely happy for once to depressed. Ever since then I reflected on my life and suffered from depression for a really long time. The only time I didn't feel depressed for a while was when I was basically riding my motorcycle like a maniac, I guess the focus plus adrenaline didn't really let me think about it. During my time at this job I did start to reconnect with some old friends from highschool through Facebook, which led to more friends, and to hanging out more. It was at this point that I would say my social anxiety started to get better because I was among really like minded people that I eventually got more and more comfortable talking to. Because this is getting really long and I'm typing on a phone at nearly 4am, I've since been in two long distance relationships that failed in relatively short periods of time, and I've honestly just given up at this point. I put so much effort into trying to make both work and just basically got shit on in return. Maybe a story for a different time...

Indeed, only a few people are willing to share their stories here....(●｀･(ｴ)･´●). I dare write my story here, but talking about my not-so-terrible past through private messages is pretty difficult for me^_^. Just like I have many contacts in social media, but I seldom talk to any of them, instead I post frequently（but those posts often have nothing to do with my life. People prefer to see selfies rather than reviews）to convince them that I'm alive.......I have tried to be less serious, and to be funny/talkative when facing various kinds of people on different occasions...but this decision will result in my mental exhaustion...So far,I haven't learnt to smile,I myself feel embarrassed to see group photos I took with my previous dormies.. Before I was "bullied" in the middle school, it had never occurred to me that I should make friends...(￣.￣)..