I'm writing this in the early hours of easter morning, before I go to bed, I don't know why. I just felt like it.
I find myself in a difficult position
Dealing with the information I have found out
I'm having much trouble in my life
As the torment of feeling inadequite lingers about
A disorder, disorder! Nonverbal learning disorder
It seems to be a heavy blow
Failing at almost everything I do in life
Feeling pains most will never know
I come here for help, for council and advice
As difficult as it can be
With a lack of confidence in myself
What will happen to me
If any of you could help, I could really use it
I feel that I might just soon lose it.
I want to be happy as I love to see others so.
I want to be able to prosper and grow.
So now I come to the conclusion
That I must seek aid wherever I can
To do this alone is truly a dillusion
To restore completeness to this shell of a man.
(End Poem, I just kinda felt like writing it.)
Oh lord where do I start...
I have been diagnosed clinically with Nonverbal Learning Disorder. Over my entire life through elementary and junior high, I've had trouble with induviduals as well as work. Buckling down and concentrating on work was extremely difficult and I felt many times it was a waste of time. My marks for the most part up until high school fluctuated from great to poor.
Now entering the highschool years.
Grade 10, I failed miserably. Out of Sceince, Social, English, and Math, I failed all of them except Social Studies which I squeezed by with a 51%.
I was pretty much kicked out of that school and sent to another school that had just began to develop a "work at your own pace program."
Big mistake.
The only thing I can find myself truly treasuring about the whole experience through highschool, it was the friends I made, friends I still have until this day. I've been called lazy a lot. I've been unmotivated to progress with my life during my highschool years, any inklings of hope eventually quashed by yet another failure, whether it be acedemic or social. Took me 4.5 years to complete Highschool with the bare bones minimum. After finishing high school there were the job periods.
Now I'm 24. I've tried going to technical school to upgrade my courses, big mistake as I wasted $2200 of my parents money for school I dropped out when I was 21-22.
Also, over the past 8 years since I got my first job, I have never been able to keep one for longer than six months or so. In which one of 3 things happen:
1. I start off decent to well in the beginning but begin to choke soon once expectations get higher.
2. I get depressed and discouraged by negative induviduals around me and my productivity decreases.
3. I lose interest in the work if its not overly challenging or mentally stimulating and get depressed.
Current number of jobs either quit or fired: 13
I have been unemployed for the last 3 and a half months now, my last job being a meat-cutter position for save on foods. I was a bit slow and my knife-cutting skills weren't really improving, but I had an enthusiasm they liked when I tried to make customers happy, catering to customers -always- in a very professional sometimes formal, sometimes informal manner. it was the few jobs I had that I didn't hate. I know it shouldn't, but I find myself treasuring the moments where my boss says I did something well when I actually know I did. So many times I feel its empty motivational praise, unsure and unabl to tell if it really is or not.
The reason I left though was my 3 month probationary period was coming up and I was almost sick with the idea of getting fired with this job, as well as a woman in my department really hated me because I kept on absent-mindedly asking her the same questions sometime she couldn't answer. And for another reason as well, as once I didn't wrap a fish in the certain manner appropriate and she was rude to me saying "You think you can make your own policies and procedures". I was in no mood to argue, I did not want her to ruin my day so I just did what she said.
What I did a week or two later though got her to really hate me.
She was handling meat without gloves at a certain instance (which technically is acceptable in the back since we wash our hands thoroughally, but not in the front counter. So, I felt it upon myself in some gesture of social justice to report this woman, who had been working for the store since it opened 8 years ago, to the supervisors.
She despised me after, when I approached her in a polite and professional manner to what problem she had with me, calling me a "squealer".
That was the last straw, I felt a sense of sadness and dread every day I had to go to work thereafter, and soon I informed my supervisors I wanted to formally resign and could do the 2 week thing, and they know what I was feeling and said I could leave earlier if I wanted to. I chose the latter option since I wanted to get the heck out of there.
I really did enjoy the job, the high points were great as most my other co-workers were really nice, the pay was decent, not great, ( earning $11.10 an hour for someone like me who can't hold a job, it was wonderful), staff room was nice as there was TV and all, and as a meat cutter, while it was a messy job, it carried with itself a certain feeling of prestige since other than management, and pharmacy, we were the highest paid position.
Its all gone and behind me now. I sit in front of my computer now usually about 6-10 hours a day, playing video games, pretending to be people I'm not in chat rooms, and sometimes pondering slightly on suicidal thoughts, though I havn't even come close to going about any actions. The thoughts and despair are their most potent at night, as I usually feel better in the morning and afternoon, fermenting my life away living with my parents.
I don't know what I can ask specifically from you guys... support, advice, anything you could offer I would sincerely pappriciate.
I don't want to be a failure in my life. I want love, I want a family someday with children, I don't want to be just another lost soul writhing in agony as the torrent of dissonant feelings just overwhelm me and make me feel inadequite. I want to do something before its too late, but in a way I do almost feel like its too late. I feel like a complete loser who will never move on with their life and end up lving with my parents until they die, then me having a mental breakdown when they do and ending my own life.
Help me...
(I apologize if what I write is really wordy, I'm not doing it to show off or anything, I just enjoy expressing myself through writing. Only reason I don't persue a career in writing is again a feeling of sub-standardness to most, combined with a severe lack of acedemic credentials)