I've grown up being bullied.
Not just getting the crap kicked out of me. I don't know what it is about me- I seem to attract assholes of every description, and even those who aren't [assholes] seem drawn to me 'cause I'm easy to mock and emotionally exploit. That's one thing I've figured out on my 19 years on planet earth, but what I've been contemplating for a while is the relevance this has to the rest of my life and the things I do. Since coming home to live with my family for the holidays after my first year of university, I feel something painfully obvious has just smacked me in the face.
I play games, (specifically ones that make me feel powerful) because I have been robbed of my confidence, masculinity and self-belief.
Don't get me wrong, I love games and defend them at every turn- but because of who I am and how I conduct myself, it is often to little or no avail.
I'm the middle child- and the only gamer. Went in and out of counselling in high-school (without my parents being aware of it) and found I had a stress disorder and just how prone to depression I was. But as I got older, my confidence got better- I went to college, got a girlfriend, experimented with *things* and generally felt like I was my own person for a while. Soon as I come back to my family, I sink right back in to depression and worse still, I have no games to escape from reality with. The middle child thing is kind of important- one older brother, one younger sister: one indignates me throughout my life with violence and machismo, and the other condescends me because I find it harder to make friends because I don't stoop to the lowest common denominator for simple company, as I could just go get lost in a game instead.
Then there are the parents: you're required to love them, but no one said anything about liking them. Dad's been absent for over half my life (working overseas to support a family of five will do that), and then mother dearest is a feminist, slave-driving, neurotic madwoman who can't be argued with and will psychologically scar you, should you not act as another robot. I have been reminded since I was 5 years old that I am an inferior, and flawed being because "All men are bastards".
Now to the bloody point: I have been a mentally stable person for the entire year, have improved many areas of my life in doing so, but as soon as I get back, I feel like the world is tearing out my teeth through my nostrils- I'm that neurotic. I feel that all those years I spent in front of my computer screen happened not simply because I needed an escape from everyday boredom, but from the psychological pain an unhappy home provided to me. Worse still, my entire family treats me as an anti-intellectual dreamer because I spent so much time playing games. Not to mention, NONE of the have played, or been willing to understand the games I enjoy- my mother thinks Half-life is a work of perverts because of the way Gordon Freeman looks. Yep, that's how much of a clue she really has.
So now I put the question to you:
Have you been a gamer to escape a feeling of insignificance or psychoses? So as least not to become one of those attention seeking wankers of the emo-culture? (No offense intended if you are an emo, just a bit of Jingo-ism for those who don't understand your truly heartfelt view on life
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Not just getting the crap kicked out of me. I don't know what it is about me- I seem to attract assholes of every description, and even those who aren't [assholes] seem drawn to me 'cause I'm easy to mock and emotionally exploit. That's one thing I've figured out on my 19 years on planet earth, but what I've been contemplating for a while is the relevance this has to the rest of my life and the things I do. Since coming home to live with my family for the holidays after my first year of university, I feel something painfully obvious has just smacked me in the face.
I play games, (specifically ones that make me feel powerful) because I have been robbed of my confidence, masculinity and self-belief.
Don't get me wrong, I love games and defend them at every turn- but because of who I am and how I conduct myself, it is often to little or no avail.
I'm the middle child- and the only gamer. Went in and out of counselling in high-school (without my parents being aware of it) and found I had a stress disorder and just how prone to depression I was. But as I got older, my confidence got better- I went to college, got a girlfriend, experimented with *things* and generally felt like I was my own person for a while. Soon as I come back to my family, I sink right back in to depression and worse still, I have no games to escape from reality with. The middle child thing is kind of important- one older brother, one younger sister: one indignates me throughout my life with violence and machismo, and the other condescends me because I find it harder to make friends because I don't stoop to the lowest common denominator for simple company, as I could just go get lost in a game instead.
Then there are the parents: you're required to love them, but no one said anything about liking them. Dad's been absent for over half my life (working overseas to support a family of five will do that), and then mother dearest is a feminist, slave-driving, neurotic madwoman who can't be argued with and will psychologically scar you, should you not act as another robot. I have been reminded since I was 5 years old that I am an inferior, and flawed being because "All men are bastards".
Now to the bloody point: I have been a mentally stable person for the entire year, have improved many areas of my life in doing so, but as soon as I get back, I feel like the world is tearing out my teeth through my nostrils- I'm that neurotic. I feel that all those years I spent in front of my computer screen happened not simply because I needed an escape from everyday boredom, but from the psychological pain an unhappy home provided to me. Worse still, my entire family treats me as an anti-intellectual dreamer because I spent so much time playing games. Not to mention, NONE of the have played, or been willing to understand the games I enjoy- my mother thinks Half-life is a work of perverts because of the way Gordon Freeman looks. Yep, that's how much of a clue she really has.
So now I put the question to you:
Have you been a gamer to escape a feeling of insignificance or psychoses? So as least not to become one of those attention seeking wankers of the emo-culture? (No offense intended if you are an emo, just a bit of Jingo-ism for those who don't understand your truly heartfelt view on life