Emotional eating and being unlucky in life?
Discussion
AndStilliRise said:
rosbif77 said:
It may or may not end up well for me but I'm going to fight to the end.
Fight or flight, rosbif77 has found his balls and is going for it. Well done now we are talking man. Go get them!Good to see you acted so promptly and got the sale of the cars blocked. See how much backbone they have for the fight too - good on you for contesting it in two countries and go get the b
ds. Good luck for it. Nothing ventured nothing gained on this one, the lawyers will do the best of course but the main thing is stopping those greedy narcists you are unfortunately tied to prospering from the hand of the evil old sod that was your father.Delighted you are going for it. You had no other choice.
It is going to be hell as the one thing these people do care about is money so if you are going for your share expect the worst.
As mentioned if you have any proof of your fathers ways try and look this information out.
If you have had counselling in the past then contact the person you saw who will verify what you have stated to them regarding your childhood.
Anything that will show your fathers words in his WILL were totally false will help when in a court room.
Again as mentioned by CharlesdeGaulle do not have these huge figures in your mind as a settlement.
My mother was promised at least double what she actually got with her divorce from my horrible father.
It is going to be hell as the one thing these people do care about is money so if you are going for your share expect the worst.
As mentioned if you have any proof of your fathers ways try and look this information out.
If you have had counselling in the past then contact the person you saw who will verify what you have stated to them regarding your childhood.
Anything that will show your fathers words in his WILL were totally false will help when in a court room.
Again as mentioned by CharlesdeGaulle do not have these huge figures in your mind as a settlement.
My mother was promised at least double what she actually got with her divorce from my horrible father.
ÎMy dad took me to see a 'shrink for nutcases ', as he called them, when I was about 14. The guy made me do all sorts of embarrassing and ridiculous things like stand on my hand and count to 50. If I couldn't I had to run round the room till I dropped from exhaustion!
He also made me repeat 'I'm stupid and lazy '. hundreds of times. It was supposed to be like purging the emotional system till all negative thoughts have been 'thrown up '!!!!
This ´specialist ' confirmed my dad's theory that I was just going through a 'funny faze.'
Needless to say none of these 'treatments ' cured me.
Later I told my tutor that the PE teacher had grabbed me whilst I was in the changing room shower and pulled me out naked in front of the other laughing boys. He made me run round the changing room, naked off course, whilst the other boys threw my pants around. He said it was to see if I had the endurance and spirit to overcome adversity.
After the other boys left he touched me up a bit more and threatened to make me clean the boys toilets if I let in to anyone about what had happened.
I told my tutor who brushed it off. I found out much later he was the PE teacher's best mate.
My dad shut me in the attic for 'telling fibs '.
I never spoke to anyone else. Two year 11´s took advantage and would try to yank my trousers down every time they cornered me in the boys toilets. One would throw me to the foor, grind my face into the wet concrete foor, whilst the other pulled down my trousers and pants. I remember kicking, screaming lashing out with an animal like desperation. They would get other year 11 boys to grab me and force my head down the toilet and flush it as many times as possible. I once blacked out and came round to find the science technician making me cough up water.!!!
There wasn't any report made or investigation.
My dad made me wash the car with a toothbrush for telling more fibs !!!
The year 11 guys were prefects so deemed trustworthy and in fact were rewarded by the headmaster in the end of year school awards for their outstanding contribution to school life!!!
I know that I was sent to an anger management specialist due to my violent outbursts. I ended up in detention numerous times. I got bad marks, wouldn't do my homework on time and spent my nights reading thrillers, action/adventure novels i 'borrowed ' from the library /my dad's collection of Readers Digest.
I read all the HG Wells/Jules Verne/Dumas /Alistair Maclean/Edgar Rice Burroughs I could get my hands on, but was in the bottom group in English.
I also read 'War and Peacé in a week but failled every literature class test.
My personal therapy as a way to escape from my daily hell was to write stories.
Off course my dad tried to get that out of my system by ripping up my stories, forcing me to copy out pages and pages from science books and making me cut the grass with a pair of scissors!
One specialist my dad hired put me on a starvation diet. Bread, crackers, lettuce and corned beef for a month.
Every day the other kids would jump in as I hid at the back of the playing field to eat my so called lunch in peace. They'd nick the cakes and pies my mum had secretly baked for me, and try to force feed me the crackers,
One day I nearly ckoked to death. The nurse was called after I stopped breathing. The culprits got off with a warning!
I had counselling after my fiancé died whilst at university. We spoke a lot about death but I never bothered to tell her about the years of abuse because I felt ashamed.
By the way the PE teacher later set up a counseling service for abuse victims using sport as therapy. I remember he owned a Ford Escort Cosworth so must've been raking it in!
I have absolutely zero confidence in so called therapists. Not one I saw ever helped me get over my problems. What they did was make a lot of money !
He also made me repeat 'I'm stupid and lazy '. hundreds of times. It was supposed to be like purging the emotional system till all negative thoughts have been 'thrown up '!!!!
This ´specialist ' confirmed my dad's theory that I was just going through a 'funny faze.'
Needless to say none of these 'treatments ' cured me.
Later I told my tutor that the PE teacher had grabbed me whilst I was in the changing room shower and pulled me out naked in front of the other laughing boys. He made me run round the changing room, naked off course, whilst the other boys threw my pants around. He said it was to see if I had the endurance and spirit to overcome adversity.
After the other boys left he touched me up a bit more and threatened to make me clean the boys toilets if I let in to anyone about what had happened.
I told my tutor who brushed it off. I found out much later he was the PE teacher's best mate.
My dad shut me in the attic for 'telling fibs '.
I never spoke to anyone else. Two year 11´s took advantage and would try to yank my trousers down every time they cornered me in the boys toilets. One would throw me to the foor, grind my face into the wet concrete foor, whilst the other pulled down my trousers and pants. I remember kicking, screaming lashing out with an animal like desperation. They would get other year 11 boys to grab me and force my head down the toilet and flush it as many times as possible. I once blacked out and came round to find the science technician making me cough up water.!!!
There wasn't any report made or investigation.
My dad made me wash the car with a toothbrush for telling more fibs !!!
The year 11 guys were prefects so deemed trustworthy and in fact were rewarded by the headmaster in the end of year school awards for their outstanding contribution to school life!!!
I know that I was sent to an anger management specialist due to my violent outbursts. I ended up in detention numerous times. I got bad marks, wouldn't do my homework on time and spent my nights reading thrillers, action/adventure novels i 'borrowed ' from the library /my dad's collection of Readers Digest.
I read all the HG Wells/Jules Verne/Dumas /Alistair Maclean/Edgar Rice Burroughs I could get my hands on, but was in the bottom group in English.
I also read 'War and Peacé in a week but failled every literature class test.
My personal therapy as a way to escape from my daily hell was to write stories.
Off course my dad tried to get that out of my system by ripping up my stories, forcing me to copy out pages and pages from science books and making me cut the grass with a pair of scissors!
One specialist my dad hired put me on a starvation diet. Bread, crackers, lettuce and corned beef for a month.
Every day the other kids would jump in as I hid at the back of the playing field to eat my so called lunch in peace. They'd nick the cakes and pies my mum had secretly baked for me, and try to force feed me the crackers,
One day I nearly ckoked to death. The nurse was called after I stopped breathing. The culprits got off with a warning!
I had counselling after my fiancé died whilst at university. We spoke a lot about death but I never bothered to tell her about the years of abuse because I felt ashamed.
By the way the PE teacher later set up a counseling service for abuse victims using sport as therapy. I remember he owned a Ford Escort Cosworth so must've been raking it in!
I have absolutely zero confidence in so called therapists. Not one I saw ever helped me get over my problems. What they did was make a lot of money !
Edited by rosbif77 on Thursday 22 December 09:46
Edited by rosbif77 on Thursday 22 December 09:55
rosbif77 said:
ÎMy dad took me to see a 'shrink for nutcases ', as he called them, when I was about 14. The guy made me do all sorts of embarrassing and ridiculous things like stand on my hand and count to 50. If I couldn't I had to run round the room till I dropped from exhaustion!
He also made me repeat 'I'm stupid and lazy '. hundreds of times. It was supposed to be like purging the emotional system till all negative thoughts have been 'thrown up '!!!!
This ´specialist ' confirmed my dad's theory that I was just going through a 'funny faze.'
Needless to say none of these 'treatments ' cured me.
Later I told my tutor that the PE teacher had grabbed me whilst I was in the changing room shower and pulled me out naked in front of the other laughing boys. He made me run round the changing room, naked off course, whilst the other boys threw my pants around. He said it was to see if I had the endurance and spirit to overcome adversity.
After the other boys left he touched me up a bit more and threatened to make me clean the boys toilets if I let in to anyone about what had happened.
I told my tutor who brushed it off. I found out much later he was the PE teacher's best mate.
My dad shut me in the attic for 'telling fibs '.
I never spoke to anyone else. Two year 11´s took advantage and would try to yank my trousers down every time they cornered me in the boys toilets. One would throw me to the foor, grind my face into the wet concrete foor, whilst the other pulled down my trousers and pants. I remember kicking, screaming lashing out with an animal like desperation. They would get other year 11 boys to grab me and force my head down the toilet and flush it as many times as possible. I once blacked out and came round to find the science technician making me cough up water.!!!
There wasn't any report made or investigation.
My dad made me wash the car with a toothbrush for telling more fibs !!!
The year 11 guys were prefects so deemed trustworthy and in fact were rewarded by the headmaster in the end of year school awards for their outstanding contribution to school life!!!
I know that I was sent to an anger management specialist due to my violent outbursts. I ended up in detention numerous times. I got bad marks, wouldn't do my homework on time and spent my nights reading thrillers, action/adventure novels i 'borrowed ' from the library /my dad's collection of Readers Digest.
I read all the HG Wells/Jules Verne/Dumas /Alistair Maclean/Edgar Rice Burroughs I could get my hands on, but was in the bottom group in English.
I also read 'War and Peacé in a week but failled every literature class test.
My personal therapy as a way to escape from my daily hell was to write stories.
Off course my dad tried to get that out of my system by ripping up my stories, forcing me to copy out pages and pages from science books and making me cut the grass with a pair of scissors!
One specialist my dad hired put me on a starvation diet. Bread, crackers, lettuce and corned beef for a month.
Every day the other kids would jump in as I hid at the back of the playing field to eat my so called lunch in peace. They'd nick the cakes and pies my mum had secretly baked for me, and try to force feed me the crackers,
One day I nearly ckoked to death. The nurse was called after I stopped breathing. The culprits got off with a warning!
I had counselling after my fiancé died whilst at university. We spoke a lot about death but I never bothered to tell her about the years of abuse because I felt ashamed.
By the way the PE teacher later set up a counseling service for abuse victims using sport as therapy. I remember he owned a Ford Escort Cosworth so must've been raking it in!
I have absolutely zero confidence in so called therapists. Not one I saw ever helped me get over my problems. What they did was make a lot of money !
I know a guy who can help you. Helped me.He also made me repeat 'I'm stupid and lazy '. hundreds of times. It was supposed to be like purging the emotional system till all negative thoughts have been 'thrown up '!!!!
This ´specialist ' confirmed my dad's theory that I was just going through a 'funny faze.'
Needless to say none of these 'treatments ' cured me.
Later I told my tutor that the PE teacher had grabbed me whilst I was in the changing room shower and pulled me out naked in front of the other laughing boys. He made me run round the changing room, naked off course, whilst the other boys threw my pants around. He said it was to see if I had the endurance and spirit to overcome adversity.
After the other boys left he touched me up a bit more and threatened to make me clean the boys toilets if I let in to anyone about what had happened.
I told my tutor who brushed it off. I found out much later he was the PE teacher's best mate.
My dad shut me in the attic for 'telling fibs '.
I never spoke to anyone else. Two year 11´s took advantage and would try to yank my trousers down every time they cornered me in the boys toilets. One would throw me to the foor, grind my face into the wet concrete foor, whilst the other pulled down my trousers and pants. I remember kicking, screaming lashing out with an animal like desperation. They would get other year 11 boys to grab me and force my head down the toilet and flush it as many times as possible. I once blacked out and came round to find the science technician making me cough up water.!!!
There wasn't any report made or investigation.
My dad made me wash the car with a toothbrush for telling more fibs !!!
The year 11 guys were prefects so deemed trustworthy and in fact were rewarded by the headmaster in the end of year school awards for their outstanding contribution to school life!!!
I know that I was sent to an anger management specialist due to my violent outbursts. I ended up in detention numerous times. I got bad marks, wouldn't do my homework on time and spent my nights reading thrillers, action/adventure novels i 'borrowed ' from the library /my dad's collection of Readers Digest.
I read all the HG Wells/Jules Verne/Dumas /Alistair Maclean/Edgar Rice Burroughs I could get my hands on, but was in the bottom group in English.
I also read 'War and Peacé in a week but failled every literature class test.
My personal therapy as a way to escape from my daily hell was to write stories.
Off course my dad tried to get that out of my system by ripping up my stories, forcing me to copy out pages and pages from science books and making me cut the grass with a pair of scissors!
One specialist my dad hired put me on a starvation diet. Bread, crackers, lettuce and corned beef for a month.
Every day the other kids would jump in as I hid at the back of the playing field to eat my so called lunch in peace. They'd nick the cakes and pies my mum had secretly baked for me, and try to force feed me the crackers,
One day I nearly ckoked to death. The nurse was called after I stopped breathing. The culprits got off with a warning!
I had counselling after my fiancé died whilst at university. We spoke a lot about death but I never bothered to tell her about the years of abuse because I felt ashamed.
By the way the PE teacher later set up a counseling service for abuse victims using sport as therapy. I remember he owned a Ford Escort Cosworth so must've been raking it in!
I have absolutely zero confidence in so called therapists. Not one I saw ever helped me get over my problems. What they did was make a lot of money !
Edited by rosbif77 on Thursday 22 December 09:46
Edited by rosbif77 on Thursday 22 December 09:55
I think therapy/counselling has come a long way since then Rosbif
As per your other thread - my boorish persona has always been very dismissive of the idea of counselling, and pretty dismissive of psychological/mental health as a whole
It was a big jump for me to decide that I needed to try a different approach and go for counselling. A step that sounds very much like one that you need to take as well
I didn't go through anything like what you did but have enough issues of my own that stem from my childhood (and reinforced through my adult life by my own "internal" bully). I can honestly say that my approach is very different today. My reply to your other thread is all self-awareness that I have uncovered over the last 3 months. It was all there underneath but my negative persona suppressed it and I wallowed in self-loathing and undermined my own success
From your posts, the question would have to be "what have you got to lose?"
What's the old saying about doing the same thing but expecting different results?
As per your other thread - my boorish persona has always been very dismissive of the idea of counselling, and pretty dismissive of psychological/mental health as a whole
It was a big jump for me to decide that I needed to try a different approach and go for counselling. A step that sounds very much like one that you need to take as well
I didn't go through anything like what you did but have enough issues of my own that stem from my childhood (and reinforced through my adult life by my own "internal" bully). I can honestly say that my approach is very different today. My reply to your other thread is all self-awareness that I have uncovered over the last 3 months. It was all there underneath but my negative persona suppressed it and I wallowed in self-loathing and undermined my own success
From your posts, the question would have to be "what have you got to lose?"
What's the old saying about doing the same thing but expecting different results?
My run of bad luck continues.
The clutch on the Laguna failled this morning on the way to do the food shopping. Big bill expected 2 days before Christmas
Got home ( garage lent me a car) to discover my flat's been burgled !
Bye bye all the Christmas prezzies + 3 laptops!!!
The bds took the most valuable stuff. The rooms had been turned over.
No one was present in the appartment block.
Will claim on insurance but Christmas ruined !!
I guess I must be jinxed!!!
The clutch on the Laguna failled this morning on the way to do the food shopping. Big bill expected 2 days before Christmas
Got home ( garage lent me a car) to discover my flat's been burgled !
Bye bye all the Christmas prezzies + 3 laptops!!!
The b
ds took the most valuable stuff. The rooms had been turned over.No one was present in the appartment block.
Will claim on insurance but Christmas ruined !!
I guess I must be jinxed!!!
Edited by rosbif77 on Friday 23 December 12:27
rosbif77 said:
My run of bad luck continues.
The clutch on the Laguna failled this morning on the way to do the food shopping. Big bill expected 2 days before Christmas
Got home ( garage lent me a car) to discover my flat's been burgled !
Bye bye all the Christmas prezzies + 3 laptops!!!
Balls! Only material stuff man.The clutch on the Laguna failled this morning on the way to do the food shopping. Big bill expected 2 days before Christmas
Got home ( garage lent me a car) to discover my flat's been burgled !
Bye bye all the Christmas prezzies + 3 laptops!!!
- KeepFighting
Again mate things are just against you. As someone has mentioned about putting what you want on a board on the wall and read it daily. If you concentrate on the positive each morning the things you put on that wall will come to you.
Yes 2016 "and to be fair most of your life" has been very much a nightmare but 2017 is going to be your year. Your father is now out of your life. Do not allow him to continue taking you down in death.
As mentioned your insurance will cover what has been stolen "terrible BTW" but your children remember the special times not the presents.
As far as counselling don't waste your money. They make a fortune and do very little help. NHS again has a huge waiting list and this again 100% depends on who you get. Most should not even be in this profession.
You can try alternative remedies and treatments but again it 100% on who you get.
Getting closure on your father and having space from your ex would make a World of difference to you. Just look how much better you were in New York. Just concentrate on the upcoming court battles.
2017 will be your year to concentrate on YOU and what you want in life.
Try and give the past less energy if you can. :-)
Yes 2016 "and to be fair most of your life" has been very much a nightmare but 2017 is going to be your year. Your father is now out of your life. Do not allow him to continue taking you down in death.
As mentioned your insurance will cover what has been stolen "terrible BTW" but your children remember the special times not the presents.
As far as counselling don't waste your money. They make a fortune and do very little help. NHS again has a huge waiting list and this again 100% depends on who you get. Most should not even be in this profession.
You can try alternative remedies and treatments but again it 100% on who you get.
Getting closure on your father and having space from your ex would make a World of difference to you. Just look how much better you were in New York. Just concentrate on the upcoming court battles.
2017 will be your year to concentrate on YOU and what you want in life.
Try and give the past less energy if you can. :-)
Since the unfortunate events I've his morning I've calmed down a bit and I've been pondering over how 'lucky ' people manage to get themselves into seemingly 'lucky ' situations.
Several ex uni friends had things happen to them that gave them a better chance of making their life better.
e.g. one guy went out to buy some bread he'd forgotten to get in the morning. Bought a lottery ticket just before closing time. Won £500000 and bought up 8 flats in advice from lottery company advisor. By doing that he met his future wife whose dad was a property developer. He now owns 60+ flats /houses.
He admits that without that lottery ticket ( going out to buy the loaf) ?his life would've been radically different.
Twice lucky.
Another couple inherited 3 properties from long lost aunt in Canada who disinherited her direct family. She tossed a coin at solicitors to decide who'd get them ! The couple bought more properties using equity gained then sold up last year netting £1.8 million profit. They now own 2 posh restaurants.
They admit that the toss of the coin opened up a world of chance for them.
Was it luck or something else ?
Finally, another ex uni friend was flat broke in 1989. Her family gave her £50000 on her 21st birthday. She was going to buy a sports car but then met the car showroom owner and they ended up marrying. Still together now and own 12 garages and car showrooms. She admits that without the £50000 she would never have gone to the showroom,
She owns 4 Ferrari's now !
Ok all the above either inherited money or won it. Others I know didn't win any money but met someone who gave them access to it. The meeting bit was down to pure chance and once they met that person ( banker dad or mother well known interior designer) they all admit that put them onto the path to a better life.
Hard work was important but without that initial luck nothing would've happened.
The moral of the story is to put yourself in situations where you can meet new people, have an optimistic outlook on life, and take advantage of any opportunities placed in front of you. Hard work comes later. Oh and don't forget to buy that loaf of bread at your local corner shop!
What do you think ? Does luck really exist ?
Several ex uni friends had things happen to them that gave them a better chance of making their life better.
e.g. one guy went out to buy some bread he'd forgotten to get in the morning. Bought a lottery ticket just before closing time. Won £500000 and bought up 8 flats in advice from lottery company advisor. By doing that he met his future wife whose dad was a property developer. He now owns 60+ flats /houses.
He admits that without that lottery ticket ( going out to buy the loaf) ?his life would've been radically different.
Twice lucky.
Another couple inherited 3 properties from long lost aunt in Canada who disinherited her direct family. She tossed a coin at solicitors to decide who'd get them ! The couple bought more properties using equity gained then sold up last year netting £1.8 million profit. They now own 2 posh restaurants.
They admit that the toss of the coin opened up a world of chance for them.
Was it luck or something else ?
Finally, another ex uni friend was flat broke in 1989. Her family gave her £50000 on her 21st birthday. She was going to buy a sports car but then met the car showroom owner and they ended up marrying. Still together now and own 12 garages and car showrooms. She admits that without the £50000 she would never have gone to the showroom,
She owns 4 Ferrari's now !
Ok all the above either inherited money or won it. Others I know didn't win any money but met someone who gave them access to it. The meeting bit was down to pure chance and once they met that person ( banker dad or mother well known interior designer) they all admit that put them onto the path to a better life.
Hard work was important but without that initial luck nothing would've happened.
The moral of the story is to put yourself in situations where you can meet new people, have an optimistic outlook on life, and take advantage of any opportunities placed in front of you. Hard work comes later. Oh and don't forget to buy that loaf of bread at your local corner shop!
What do you think ? Does luck really exist ?
Edited by rosbif77 on Friday 23 December 16:59
Edited by rosbif77 on Friday 23 December 17:03
Stop calling it luck. Its just stuff happening. Sometimes its good stuff, sometimes not so much. Reread what you wrote in the second half of thw post, because that is important and true. Open mind, cheerful outgoing attitude to everything, regardless of the internal wailing and gnashing of teeth, and other people react to that. Try it next time the witch at work reduces your hours. Oh, and give it a crack when the nice lady flic comes to investigate the burglary 
randlemarcus said:
Stop calling it luck. Its just stuff happening. Sometimes its good stuff, sometimes not so much. Reread what you wrote in the second half of thw post, because that is important and true. Open mind, cheerful outgoing attitude to everything, regardless of the internal wailing and gnashing of teeth, and other people react to that. Try it next time the witch at work reduces your hours. Oh, and give it a crack when the nice lady flic comes to investigate the burglary
The nice lady flic came round earlier this afternoon. Not your usual detective. Unfortunately married!!!I know that I'm going against the flow here, but I'm going to repeat the gist of the comments I've made before. Your 'bad luck' as you call it is not down to anyone but you, and it will not go away with money; if you were rich you'd just have more to have stolen.
Your father's inheritance will not solve your poor self-esteem. The way you regard him I'm surprised you even want his money. Clearly, he didn't want you to have any of it, and it was never yours to expect. Don't waste many thousands on legal fees chasing something that no-one but you thinks you have any entitlement to. That element of your life is driven by greed, avarice and envy and it is in your gift to walk away from it. That legal battle will screw-up your life even more. Write that off and move on.
As for counselling, I disagree with those who rate them as charlatans. Find someone experienced in dealing with PTSD or trauma. Seems to me that you need it more than most. To put it simply, what else are you doing in your life to change it that is likely to be better than professional assistance?
Speaking frankly, your posts make you sound rather self-indugent and weak; show some self-awarenes and make your own life better. No-one will do it except you, so take some personal responsibility - so far all I've heard from you is you blaming someone else, so make that change now. It's a good time of year to make big changes, don't waste it. Good luck.
Your father's inheritance will not solve your poor self-esteem. The way you regard him I'm surprised you even want his money. Clearly, he didn't want you to have any of it, and it was never yours to expect. Don't waste many thousands on legal fees chasing something that no-one but you thinks you have any entitlement to. That element of your life is driven by greed, avarice and envy and it is in your gift to walk away from it. That legal battle will screw-up your life even more. Write that off and move on.
As for counselling, I disagree with those who rate them as charlatans. Find someone experienced in dealing with PTSD or trauma. Seems to me that you need it more than most. To put it simply, what else are you doing in your life to change it that is likely to be better than professional assistance?
Speaking frankly, your posts make you sound rather self-indugent and weak; show some self-awarenes and make your own life better. No-one will do it except you, so take some personal responsibility - so far all I've heard from you is you blaming someone else, so make that change now. It's a good time of year to make big changes, don't waste it. Good luck.
[quote=CharlesdeGaulle]I know that I'm going against the flow here, but I'm going to repeat the gist of the comments I've made before. Your 'bad luck' as you call it is not down to anyone but you, and it will not go away with money; if you were rich you'd just have more to have stolen.
Your father's inheritance will not solve your poor self-esteem. The way you regard him I'm surprised you even want his money. Clearly, he didn't want you to have any of it, and it was never yours to expect. Don't waste many thousands on legal fees chasing something that no-one but you thinks you have any entitlement to. That element of your life is driven by greed, avarice and envy and it is in your gift to walk away from it. That legal battle will screw-up your life even more. Write that off and move on.
As for counselling, I disagree with those who rate them as charlatans. Find someone experienced in dealing with PTSD or trauma. Seems to me that you need it more than most. To put it simply, what else are you doing in your life to change it that is likely to be better than professional assistance?
Speaking frankly, your posts make you sound rather self-indugent and weak; show some self-awarenes and make your own life better. No-one will do it except you, so take some personal responsibility - so far all I've heard from you is you blaming someone else, so make that change now. It's a good time of year to make big changes, don't waste it. Good luck. [/quo
Thanks for the encouragement. I didn't enjoy reading certain parts of your post but that's because what you're saying is true.
I'm fed up with having low self esteem
and lacking confidence in myself. That's down to my childhood and my dad. He's gone now so it should be easy shouldn't it?
Secondly I'm missed that I'm in a stressed out commuter town in the Paris suburbs surrounded by aggressive Parisians who think everyone should get out of their way.
Im fed up with doing a 90 mile daily commute for a salary that doesn't even last to the end of the month, and what really pisses me off is that if I dump everything and move elsewhere my daughter loses out.
I do my job but without any enthusiasm. I just go through the motions. Why bother when all I get are successive paycuts?
I hate the blackmailing heads of school who because I'm single, British and don't have any French qualifications treat you like a sub species!
I love my students but hate the staff room atmosphere.
Ok cards on the table time now!
I hate it that I got myself into this position.
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Your father's inheritance will not solve your poor self-esteem. The way you regard him I'm surprised you even want his money. Clearly, he didn't want you to have any of it, and it was never yours to expect. Don't waste many thousands on legal fees chasing something that no-one but you thinks you have any entitlement to. That element of your life is driven by greed, avarice and envy and it is in your gift to walk away from it. That legal battle will screw-up your life even more. Write that off and move on.
As for counselling, I disagree with those who rate them as charlatans. Find someone experienced in dealing with PTSD or trauma. Seems to me that you need it more than most. To put it simply, what else are you doing in your life to change it that is likely to be better than professional assistance?
Speaking frankly, your posts make you sound rather self-indugent and weak; show some self-awarenes and make your own life better. No-one will do it except you, so take some personal responsibility - so far all I've heard from you is you blaming someone else, so make that change now. It's a good time of year to make big changes, don't waste it. Good luck. [/quo
Thanks for the encouragement. I didn't enjoy reading certain parts of your post but that's because what you're saying is true.
I'm fed up with having low self esteem
and lacking confidence in myself. That's down to my childhood and my dad. He's gone now so it should be easy shouldn't it?
Secondly I'm missed that I'm in a stressed out commuter town in the Paris suburbs surrounded by aggressive Parisians who think everyone should get out of their way.
Im fed up with doing a 90 mile daily commute for a salary that doesn't even last to the end of the month, and what really pisses me off is that if I dump everything and move elsewhere my daughter loses out.
I do my job but without any enthusiasm. I just go through the motions. Why bother when all I get are successive paycuts?
I hate the blackmailing heads of school who because I'm single, British and don't have any French qualifications treat you like a sub species!
I love my students but hate the staff room atmosphere.
Ok cards on the table time now!
I hate it that I got myself into this position.
'
rosbif77 said:
CharlesdeGaulle said:
I know that I'm going against the flow here, but I'm going to repeat the gist of the comments I've made before. Your 'bad luck' as you call it is not down to anyone but you, and it will not go away with money; if you were rich you'd just have more to have stolen.
Your father's inheritance will not solve your poor self-esteem. The way you regard him I'm surprised you even want his money. Clearly, he didn't want you to have any of it, and it was never yours to expect. Don't waste many thousands on legal fees chasing something that no-one but you thinks you have any entitlement to. That element of your life is driven by greed, avarice and envy and it is in your gift to walk away from it. That legal battle will screw-up your life even more. Write that off and move on.
As for counselling, I disagree with those who rate them as charlatans. Find someone experienced in dealing with PTSD or trauma. Seems to me that you need it more than most. To put it simply, what else are you doing in your life to change it that is likely to be better than professional assistance?
Speaking frankly, your posts make you sound rather self-indugent and weak; show some self-awarenes and make your own life better. No-one will do it except you, so take some personal responsibility - so far all I've heard from you is you blaming someone else, so make that change now. It's a good time of year to make big changes, don't waste it. Good luck. [/quo
Thanks for the encouragement. I didn't enjoy reading certain parts of your post but that's because what you're saying is true.
I'm fed up with having low self esteem
and lacking confidence in myself. That's down to my childhood and my dad. He's gone now so it should be easy shouldn't it?
Secondly I'm pissed that I'm in a stressed out commuter town in the Paris suburbs surrounded by aggressive Parisians who think everyone should get out of their way! All the neighbours think the world revolves around them. One day they say hello the next they'll push past ignoring you !!
Im fed up with doing a 90 mile daily commute for a salary that doesn't even last to the end of the month, and what really pisses me off is that if I dump everything and move elsewhere my daughter loses out and the ex gets custody.
I do my job but without any enthusiasm. I just go through the motions. Why bother when all I get are successive paycuts?
I hate the blackmailing heads of school who because I'm single, British and don't have any French qualifications treat you like a sub species!!
I know the grass isn't always greener on the other side. I thought that it was when I moved over here in '97! It's turned out not to be.
I love my students but hate the staff room atmosphere.
Ok cards on the table time now!
I hate it that I got myself into this position.
'
Your father's inheritance will not solve your poor self-esteem. The way you regard him I'm surprised you even want his money. Clearly, he didn't want you to have any of it, and it was never yours to expect. Don't waste many thousands on legal fees chasing something that no-one but you thinks you have any entitlement to. That element of your life is driven by greed, avarice and envy and it is in your gift to walk away from it. That legal battle will screw-up your life even more. Write that off and move on.
As for counselling, I disagree with those who rate them as charlatans. Find someone experienced in dealing with PTSD or trauma. Seems to me that you need it more than most. To put it simply, what else are you doing in your life to change it that is likely to be better than professional assistance?
Speaking frankly, your posts make you sound rather self-indugent and weak; show some self-awarenes and make your own life better. No-one will do it except you, so take some personal responsibility - so far all I've heard from you is you blaming someone else, so make that change now. It's a good time of year to make big changes, don't waste it. Good luck. [/quo
Thanks for the encouragement. I didn't enjoy reading certain parts of your post but that's because what you're saying is true.
I'm fed up with having low self esteem
and lacking confidence in myself. That's down to my childhood and my dad. He's gone now so it should be easy shouldn't it?
Secondly I'm pissed that I'm in a stressed out commuter town in the Paris suburbs surrounded by aggressive Parisians who think everyone should get out of their way! All the neighbours think the world revolves around them. One day they say hello the next they'll push past ignoring you !!
Im fed up with doing a 90 mile daily commute for a salary that doesn't even last to the end of the month, and what really pisses me off is that if I dump everything and move elsewhere my daughter loses out and the ex gets custody.
I do my job but without any enthusiasm. I just go through the motions. Why bother when all I get are successive paycuts?
I hate the blackmailing heads of school who because I'm single, British and don't have any French qualifications treat you like a sub species!!
I know the grass isn't always greener on the other side. I thought that it was when I moved over here in '97! It's turned out not to be.
I love my students but hate the staff room atmosphere.
Ok cards on the table time now!
I hate it that I got myself into this position.
'
rosbif77 said:
rosbif77 said:
CharlesdeGaulle said:
I know that I'm going against the flow here, but I'm going to repeat the gist of the comments I've made before. Your 'bad luck' as you call it is not down to anyone but you, and it will not go away with money; if you were rich you'd just have more to have stolen.
Your father's inheritance will not solve your poor self-esteem. The way you regard him I'm surprised you even want his money. Clearly, he didn't want you to have any of it, and it was never yours to expect. Don't waste many thousands on legal fees chasing something that no-one but you thinks you have any entitlement to. That element of your life is driven by greed, avarice and envy and it is in your gift to walk away from it. That legal battle will screw-up your life even more. Write that off and move on.
As for counselling, I disagree with those who rate them as charlatans. Find someone experienced in dealing with PTSD or trauma. Seems to me that you need it more than most. To put it simply, what else are you doing in your life to change it that is likely to be better than professional assistance?
Speaking frankly, your posts make you sound rather self-indugent and weak; show some self-awarenes and make your own life better. No-one will do it except you, so take some personal responsibility - so far all I've heard from you is you blaming someone else, so make that change now. It's a good time of year to make big changes, don't waste it. Good luck. [/quo
Thanks for the encouragement. I didn't enjoy reading certain parts of your post but that's because what you're saying is true.
I'm fed up with having low self esteem
and lacking confidence in myself. That's down to my childhood and my dad. He's gone now so it should be easy shouldn't it?
Secondly I'm pissed that I'm in a stressed out commuter town in the Paris suburbs surrounded by aggressive Parisians who think everyone should get out of their way! All the neighbours think the world revolves around them. One day they say hello the next they'll push past ignoring you !!
Im fed up with doing a 90 mile daily commute for a salary that doesn't even last to the end of the month, and what really pisses me off is that if I dump everything and move elsewhere my daughter loses out and the ex gets custody.
I do my job but without any enthusiasm. I just go through the motions. Why bother when all I get are successive paycuts?
I hate the blackmailing heads of school who because I'm single, British and don't have any French qualifications treat you like a sub species!!
I know the grass isn't always greener on the other side. I thought that it was when I moved over here in '97! It's turned out not to be.
I love my students but hate the staff room atmosphere.
Ok cards on the table time now!
I hate it that I got myself into this position.
'
Your father's inheritance will not solve your poor self-esteem. The way you regard him I'm surprised you even want his money. Clearly, he didn't want you to have any of it, and it was never yours to expect. Don't waste many thousands on legal fees chasing something that no-one but you thinks you have any entitlement to. That element of your life is driven by greed, avarice and envy and it is in your gift to walk away from it. That legal battle will screw-up your life even more. Write that off and move on.
As for counselling, I disagree with those who rate them as charlatans. Find someone experienced in dealing with PTSD or trauma. Seems to me that you need it more than most. To put it simply, what else are you doing in your life to change it that is likely to be better than professional assistance?
Speaking frankly, your posts make you sound rather self-indugent and weak; show some self-awarenes and make your own life better. No-one will do it except you, so take some personal responsibility - so far all I've heard from you is you blaming someone else, so make that change now. It's a good time of year to make big changes, don't waste it. Good luck. [/quo
Thanks for the encouragement. I didn't enjoy reading certain parts of your post but that's because what you're saying is true.
I'm fed up with having low self esteem
and lacking confidence in myself. That's down to my childhood and my dad. He's gone now so it should be easy shouldn't it?
Secondly I'm pissed that I'm in a stressed out commuter town in the Paris suburbs surrounded by aggressive Parisians who think everyone should get out of their way! All the neighbours think the world revolves around them. One day they say hello the next they'll push past ignoring you !!
Im fed up with doing a 90 mile daily commute for a salary that doesn't even last to the end of the month, and what really pisses me off is that if I dump everything and move elsewhere my daughter loses out and the ex gets custody.
I do my job but without any enthusiasm. I just go through the motions. Why bother when all I get are successive paycuts?
I hate the blackmailing heads of school who because I'm single, British and don't have any French qualifications treat you like a sub species!!
I know the grass isn't always greener on the other side. I thought that it was when I moved over here in '97! It's turned out not to be.
I love my students but hate the staff room atmosphere.
Ok cards on the table time now!
I hate it that I got myself into this position.
'
Never let failure stop you, at times it seems so easy for successful people to keep moving forwards. And that's it right there, a rolling stone gathers no mos. You just have solve one problem, step by step.
I will give you an example:
I can't run a marathon. So what i do quite literally is that i will run 1 mile. And then after that i will stop and run 1 more mile. I do this 26.2 times.
...and that is how i run a marathon.
Hope this helps.
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