THE JACKSON FAMILY

[IAmNotPrinceHamlet]

well my mum says i act like a 13 year old and she says i am serverly regressed at times not to shure whart she means but hay

 

 

Thing is, we all mature at different speeds. My son is 10 and acts like a 4 year old at times. When I was a teenager, I certainly didn't act like it. In fact, I'd say I wasn't ready when puberty hit me.

 

What did your dad do? My dad used to whack me. I used to get blamed for things I hadn't done all the time, too (youngest of 5 kids). I HATE people accusing me of things I haven't done. If I've done it, I will admit to it. Don't accuse me. Truth is very important to me. I am a truthful person. Don't ever accuse me of lying - you won't like the reaction. Never lie to me, as I hate liars more than anything else in the world. Having an excellent memory for conversations, I will and do catch people out in lies. Anyway...I digress. I had this a lot as a kid and as a teenager. People didn't understand me, so they came up with their own excuses as to why I was behaving and acting in the way I was. They were wrong. People blamed me because I was easy to blame. I got punished for things other people had done. My siblings were all older than me, which meant I was more niave than them. This lead to me always getting the blame for things they'd done. Heh - I chased my sister around the house with a knife when I was 13 - meltdown time! Ed Psychs were called - couldn't work out what was wrong with me. The whole family got put into family therapy, but my dad pulled us all out when the psychiatrist started suggesting that he was too Victorian and that he was causing a lot of upheavel in our house. He has a very bad temper, my dad. He would erupt over stupid stuff - peas cold on his dinner plate = throw plate and dinner against the wall. My dad is more than likely an Aspie too, by the way. He hasn't been diagnosed, but he hits home on all three of the triad of impairments. His mouth does not know when to stop. He jokes, but goes far too far. He doesn't realise he is offending people. If you had met my dad, you'd see just how bad he is. He has OCD, to boot. You should see the amount of times he washes his hands, and how he scrubs the bathroom. Now he's retired, he washes up 15 times a day and spend the rest of his time online!

 

School was a nightmare for me. I tried killing myself twice at school. How did I cope? I didn't. That's why even now I say that I am psychologically damaged as a result of my teenage years. You do learn from them, though. If all the hurt, anger and loneliness doesn't kill you, you do learn to just be yourself and sod the rest of them!

 

Oh, as for my mum, I used to hate her and love her at the same time. She wasn't what I felt she should be. I was more intelligent than her, which hurt. I couldn't talk to her on my level. She didn't dress in the way I wanted my mother to dress. (I know how bad I sound, by the way - I'm ashamed of myself for this). She didn't stand up for herself or us when my dad was raging. If I'm totally honest, I looked down on her. These feelings grew as I hit puberty. Obviously, it's different now. During my teenage years, I would lock myself in my room as soon as I got home from school. I would not socialize with any members of my family. I couldn't. I stayed in my room occupying myself with my maps of the LU and music.

Edited January 23, 2006 by IAmNotPrinceHamlet

[microsoft_admin]

no they never mention cbt to me

[microsoft_admin]

Thing is, we all mature at different speeds. My son is 10 and acts like a 4 year old at times. When I was a teenager, I certainly didn't act like it. In fact, I'd say I wasn't ready when puberty hit me.

 

What did your dad do? My dad used to whack me. I used to get blamed for things I hadn't done all the time, too (youngest of 5 kids). I HATE people accusing me of things I haven't done. If I've done it, I will admit to it. Don't accuse me. Truth is very important to me. I am a truthful person. Don't ever accuse me of lying - you won't like the reaction. Never lie to me, as I hate liars more than anything else in the world. Having an excellent memory for conversations, I will and do catch people out in lies. Anyway...I digress. I had this a lot as a kid and as a teenager. People didn't understand me, so they came up with their own excuses as to why I was behaving and acting in the way I was. They were wrong. People blamed me because I was easy to blame. I got punished for things other people had done. My siblings were all older than me, which meant I was more niave than them. This lead to me always getting the blame for things they'd done. Heh - I chased my sister around the house with a knife when I was 13 - meltdown time! Ed Psychs were called - couldn't work out what was wrong with me. The whole family got put into family therapy, but my dad pulled us all out when the psychiatrist started suggesting that he was too Victorian and that he was causing a lot of upheavel in our house. He has a very bad temper, my dad. He would erupt over stupid stuff - peas cold on his dinner plate = throw plate and dinner against the wall. My dad is more than likely an Aspie too, by the way. He hasn't been diagnosed, but he hits home on all three of the triad of impairments. His mouth does not know when to stop. He jokes, but goes far too far. He doesn't realise he is offending people. If you had met my dad, you'd see just how bad he is. He has OCD, to boot. You should see the amount of times he washes his hands, and how he scrubs the bathroom. Now he's retired, he washes up 15 times a day and spend the rest of his time online!

 

School was a nightmare for me. I tried killing myself twice at school. How did I cope? I didn't. That's why even now I say that I am psychologically damaged as a result of my teenage years. You do learn from them, though. If all the hurt, anger and loneliness doesn't kill you, you do learn to just be yourself and sod the rest of them!

 

Oh, as for my mum, I used to hate her and love her at the same time. She wasn't what I felt she should be. I was more intelligent than her, which hurt. I couldn't talk to her on my level. She didn't dress in the way I wanted my mother to dress. (I know how bad I sound, by the way - I'm ashamed of myself for this). She didn't stand up for herself or us when my dad was raging. If I'm totally honest, I looked down on her. These feelings grew as I hit puberty. Obviously, it's different now. During my teenage years, I would lock myself in my room as soon as I got home from school. I would not socialize with any members of my family. I couldn't. I stayed in my room occupying myself with my maps of the LU and music.

 

i have tried to do similer thing to

Edited January 23, 2006 by microsoft_admin

[IAmNotPrinceHamlet]

edited out this quote, as MS Admin has now changed his post.

 

 

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Edited January 23, 2006 by IAmNotPrinceHamlet

[baddad]

Hi microsoft admin -

 

sorry to intervene, but this forum is not the place to be discussing some of the things you are discussing.

i need to check over some of your posts and remove some information that shouldn't be included in a public forum...

 

We do not have a chatroom facility and this was actually recently voted down by our members... If you do wish to chat, please do so via the PM system or make arrangements to chat on MSN.

 

Please be aware that if you name places (i.e. schools) it could be possible for people to establish your identity... that may be something you are happy to do, but the third party family members you refer to could aslo be identified, and they have rights of privacy that it is not appropriate for you to compromise

 

BD

[microsoft_admin]

What made you want to do it, though? I tried again a few more times after I left school and in my very early 20s. 75 paracetamol don't do your insides much good. Saying that, nor does being sick in a policeman's helmet as he's trying to drag you off to hospital. That one got me a mental health social worker for a short while.

 

 

nevor mind just forget i said it

[microsoft_admin]

could do with some more input on this