I don’t know… I started wondering why I belonged where I was, and the more I thought about that the more I thought about how everything would work better if I wasn’t there. No, that’s not true, I do know why – like I said above… except it wasn’t really a ‘you don’t understand me’ it was really ‘I think your dad has a mental problem that makes him very smart, but incapable of understanding other people… and “I think you may benefit from some of those qualities”. So I thought that if I just closed myself off from people, they’d realize that I was just in the way, and that way I wouldn’t blindly hurt people like my dad does. And I tried to push my emotions down, so much so that now I don’t feel very much, but when I do, it hurts. But it was all a very conscious decision…
Maybe JLeslie’s right, maybe my mom’s just really upset and doesn’t mean it… but she always tells me “don’t be like your dad!” “you’re just like your dad!” and it’s like little knives stabbing me. But if many people are in a similar situation I am, and handle it better… aren’t I just weak?
And all the people around me didn’t leave me alone, I’m separate from them, but they’re right there trying to unbury me. And now I don’t ever say anything, because I consciously trained myself not to, so everyone thinks I’m this little shy sweetie. And I still don’t know if I really should be here, but it’s not like I’ve got anywhere to go; but I don’t want to be this person I’ve made myself be! I want to be able to open up to people – not just secrets, but anything. And I figure it’s more fair to them if I show them who I really am, instead of pretending, but it’s like I’m not pretending anymore, I really am like this person… I don’t know who I am anymore.
The only thing that feels the same is that I still love to dance… but dance takes emotion! And it kills me because I can’t really dance when I’m emotionless, but it’s so hard to pull it all up so I don’t.
I used to be able to open my mouth, and the ideas I wanted to say would easily turn into words, and I used to have a really loud voice, and some people liked me, and some didn’t. Now I’m nobody, and everyone likes me… except me.
I want to be able to be either: ‘normal’ and not freak out when I’m put on the spot or complimented or talked to or told to dance with substance, or if I am like my dad figure out how to get everyone around me to stop trying to help me.