Who's at fault?
I'm indebted to you.
I've asked this question before.
Please tell me about my trauma when I was in middle school.
I spent my elementary school in a small school with only 1 class per grade. There were 5 girls, and they became good friends, and even when that wasn't the case, some were disliked for some reason.
I didn't voluntarily get involved with people, and I just didn't want to be alone, so I suited one specific girl. I forced myself to do things I didn't like together.
We've been together for 6 years, so a guy in a different grade told me it was goldfish poop. My teacher warned me that I might get involved in something different. But I thought it was my best friend.
I became a junior high school student and went on to a large school with 6 or 7 classes. The kids I was with in elementary school went to different classes. One day, these two people, who were in the same elementary school as me, confessed that they didn't like this, and they didn't know what to do. I was told to leave that kid behind.
I went to a place a little far from school.
That girl passed by us alone.
I apologized. Sorry for coming home earlier. I thought I was my friend, so I said everything that was said to me.
From the next day, many people told me for 3 years that I was going to die or that it was gross. I was looked at with disdain by that girl, too. I was there every day. I wanted to die, and I was so scared that I couldn't have any other relationships with green beans.
Am I at fault?
I spent so much time apologizing.
Becoming an adult and being diagnosed with autism.
I became depressed.
There's no point in being alive.
The psychiatrist told me it wasn't your fault. I've been apologizing for decades.
My husband, who got married, was crazy, and they just got into a fight in front of my daughter, and went to a shelter,
divorce mediation. My punishment up until now?
I have no desire to live.
Am I all to blame?
I've lived my whole life being told that until now.
