DuctTapeJedi said:
Holy crap, I just typed all of this, and it didn't post.
Prepare for a wall of text. I'm sorry about all of this, I'm just really depressed (already in counseling) right now.
First, let me start off by explaining how this whole problem started. My mom is one of those people who's constantly trying to improve people (specifically me) through harsh, negative criticism. Recently she read that antidepressants may cause weight gain, so her newest idea is that I should stop taking my Prozac so I'll be able to find a boyfriend. She says that there's something wrong with me that I've never expressed an interest in getting a boyfriend, and that if I lost the weight, I could find one easier.
I know she's out of her mind, but abusive relationships are hard to get out of, especially when it's your parent. I have no intention of stopping my medication, however.
I've never been upset about being single. A relationship has just never been high on my list of priorities. But after spending a whole Thanksgiving vacation with her, it's really hard to get it out of my head.
I'm 21, and I've never been on a date or had a boyfriend, or anything like that. Part of it is that the only person who's ever expressed interest in me is a guy who believed that he had magic powers. Is there something wrong with me that no sane person has ever expressed interest, and that I've never taken the initiative? I am over weight, but I'm also funny, smart, and always do my best to help others. Sometimes I feel like it's because I'm so unattractive that subconsciously, I assume that every guy is out of my league.
Short version: What's wrong with me? Why am I not good enough for anyone? Should I Sparta-Kick my mom in the chest? (joke- I'm a pacifist)
Again, I'm sorry for the wall of text, I just needed a vent.
EDIT: A few people have brought up my dad. He's actually really cool, I've never had a fight with him, and I don't even remember him ever yelling at me as a kid. (My mom did enough for both of them.)
Also, my sister is my best friend, which makes it really hard for me to think about leaving permanently.
Also, I just wanted to add that this version of my mom is an improvement over the one I experienced in my childhood. I remember a solid month where she referred to me as "it."
EDIT 2: I have tried talking to her about it, I've been trying my whole life. Nothing gets through to her. She knows quite well how much she's hurting me.
Cart before the horse. Don't be offended, but you're unattractive because you assume every guy is out of your league. Accept yourself as you are (and if that means accepting you're fat, so be it - if you want to do something about it, do it positively rather than out of guilt or some misplaced sense of it being unacceptable, and if you don't then accept it just as you accept your skin or hair colour - SHIT LOADS of people find bigger girls more attractive, and there's a huge number who are indifferent about weight) and other people will like you too. I've never really been out with an over-weight girl before but this one girl at work flat knocked me on my arse by smiling at me today - had butterflies all day wondering if she's interested or just friendly (don't what that adds really, but there it is). No guy is out of your league, leagues are for juvenile pussies too insecure to go out with whomever they happen to click with. They don't exist in the adult world.
You should be wary of decidedly not coming off your anti-depressants. I wouldn't presume to diagnose you, you may well need them for now, but try to plan for a future without them. Your lack of interest in sexual activity (I'm not about to be heteronormative about it) could (COULD not IS) be a side-effect of the prozac - it is a relatively common thing with most SSRIs.I've been there with a few friends who have been in similar situations and it seems to be the case that the ones that feel better most quickly tend to be the ones that look at the drug as a temporary thing that they will come off.
Finally, a note on your mother. FUCK YOUR MOTHER. Seriously, I know it's hard - kids are wired to be attached to their parents and value their opinions but it sounds like that ***** needs a long hard cold shoulder. You don't need her approval or even for her to like you, and that your relationship is at is is her fault for being a selfish and self-obsessed ****. Forgive me if I've inferred too much here but that woman sounds like a poisonous cow. Don't take my advice though, just think to yourself if you would be better off if you killed off any feelings you have about her in your heart and she just didn't exist to you. Just make sure you know it's an option. Bad parents do not deserve their children's love, and sometimes you have to protect yourself by cutting them out. I'm not saying that's definitely the case here, but you know the facts, you can decide. That would involve moving out of her house though - you really should start looking into that. You'd be amazed how much freedom and self-respect a person gains when they start to become independent.
And don't apologise for the wall of text, you broke it up into paragraphs and it was easily digestible.
EDIT: Additional thoughts...
Who was the fucking moron who prescribed you prozac at your age? It doubles the likelihood of suicide amongst depressive under 24 and is shown as no different to a placebo for anything but a major depression (not that I know how bad your depression is, but you do so you can decide). I'd strongly advise seeking a second opinion, and perhaps looking into a different anti-depressant.
You are probably also not self-centred enough. I know that sounds strange, but you have to look after yourself because if you don't, no-one else will. There are needs and desires that you have that you're probably minimising in order to be helpful to others or be there for them or make them happy. You are important, and your happiness or enjoyment or convenience is at least as important as anyone else's. Consider whether you put yourself first often enough.
"Wrong" is the wrong word when it comes to not having expressed sexual interest by your age, 'unusual' would be better. It is unusual, but who gives a fuck about that? You'll get a boyfriend (or girlfriend - I somehow doubt that if you have any latent homosexual feelings that your mother would nourish the self-confidence to bring them to the surface) when one damn well happens to come along. There's no rush, and pressure really won't help.