My own failure
When I was in the 5th grade of elementary school, when the kids in my class stepped on both ends of the broom while cleaning, I was hanging a rag, and my finger was stepped on by that broom. They didn't apologize even when I said it was painful, and I didn't like that kid anymore.
After that, when deciding who would ride on top in the gymnastic exercises, it became that kid instead of me who was the shortest, and I felt “disturbed again” and hit hard. As a result, that child became truant, and the mother directly told her that “my daughter became truant because of you,” and I realized the seriousness of the incident for the first time. Afterwards, I apologized through my teacher.
I was unreasonable about the gymnastic exercises. However, I've always been worried about whether I was 100% bad. The fact that I made my classmate become truant, and that I was emotionally angry and hurt by my friends and classmates over and over again is still a big complex.
On the other hand, when I was in elementary school, I was hit hard at home. I often received negative comments from my mother.
My mother seemed to be treated harshly by her grandmother at her parents' house, and she was told that story even though she didn't want to listen to it, and she was disparaged as “similar to the way my boss spoke, which I hated.”
My father held my mother's shoulder.
Occasionally, I remember those days, and when it got tough, when I complained to my father that “everything was blamed on me,” he said, “My mother was more troublesome than me, so it was my fault.” It means they used me as a saucer to maintain balance within the family.
As a result, I think I was mentally unstable at the time. When I was in elementary school, I think I was my mother's mirror. Is this a form of indulgence in order not to think it's my fault?
However, when I was in the 6th year of elementary school, when I went to a psychiatrist, I was diagnosed with a tendency on the autism spectrum, and I was later told by my parents at the hospital that my obsession was strong and I would get into trouble with school children due to that effect.
I'm working as a member of society now, and I'm spending my time peacefully while being bullied as a “strange person” by people around me. However, unlike in the past, I feel like I'm deceiving people at work, and it can get tough.
I'm sorry for the incoherent situation.
I would appreciate your words.
