Sensitive about when people bring up my relationship with one of my siblings and one of my parents and criticize me about it.
I sometimes say stupid things in an attempt to make conversation lol. It's work in progress hahaha.
One time a perverted man walked into a women's bathroom at the park while i was in there alone. I was scared and he tried to take things way too far. Ever since that happened i've always guarded myself up to boys who have asked me out or have hinted that they like me or boys i like back. My worst fear is that when im married or finally find a man who will accept me the way i am and will push through me to get my heart i will never be able to correspon to him the way that i should. I hate getting touched by anyone and im resentful at that man and im scared that it'll never go away and i'll have to live that way forever.
about how i look
People won't like me. I'm like one of those poor puppies with the sad eyes and I hate that. I just try to be really nice but I'm not a pushover. Not too much.
I'm 45 --at my age you learn the things you use to worry about are not important any more.
My teeth. Have needed some major dental intervention, but lack of insurance and no finances to spare have lead to some major problems that have prevented me from securing jobs and scared away potential dates.
No offense taken, but it's unlikely to happen anytime soon. Been dealing with it for a decade now. The pain and infections are bad enough, causing 3 hospitalizations in the last 2 years, but the social rejection is much worse.
I was one of those morons who, while being employed at a convenience store, took advantage of their "all drinks are free for employees." I drank about a gallon of soda a day for 3 years straight. What I didn't know at the time was that the acid in the soda would eat away at my enamel even with regular brushing. I first saw signs of decay about 10 years ago, but with the enamel gone and no way to see a dentist, they just continued to erode. Am now missing 4, with most of the others in various states of decay. I don't smile in public anymore, writhe in agony for days when the pain flares up, and have pretty much accepted that I will most like die young when the infection finally causes my heart to give out or my brain to cease functioning.
my looks <br />
my body.............................................................end of!!!
Mine stems from random strangers feeling compelled to make remarks and observations about my physical appearance daily...both directly to my face and within deliberate earshot. ***** one and all.
Apologies for the mini vent which is in NO WAY directed at you J.
Peace and happy holidays.
everything about me