I don't need therapy. I needed a group.

I wasn't the one that was damaged. Society was.

I've seen both of these views. In my experience, the second often follows the first. After the person has tried to be an amazing person, often for years, and then their entire society refuses to let them.

Personally, I was the kind person who didn't want others experiencing what I did. My entire community beat the hell out of me. Over and over and over. People don't like you being kind.

They make up rumors about you having bad intentions, and that you're a bad seed. They judge you by every little mistake. They deny you opportunity after opportunity.

Honestly? I was raped at 10, locked in a clothing chest around 5, beaten non-stop because I liked to draw and write, slung around the house like a ragdoll, strapped to a chair with duct tape, called a pedophile at 15 -- because I hugged my little brother in school, told I was a school shooter. My own family kept their kids away from me. I talked grown ass adults through suicide. I was friends with kids who had none. Only for those kids to turn around and join in. Teachers did it too, to be popular with the kids. Even my own family. I've had food dumped on me. Drinks poured on me.

This was 24 hours per day. 7 days per week. All because I could be gay. Whenever I tried to fight back 4 or 5 of them would gang up on me. When I finally got friends, it was usually because a teacher bribed them. They'd wait until we were alone, act like I was the best person in the world. Whenever they'd see me in public, they'd yell out, "hey buddy." Then go back and start rumors on me. The 2 people who finally decided, and were allowed, to come over were forced to sleep outside.

It was always something stupid: my voice was too high. I didn't shave my legs. I did shave my legs. I had the wrong color shirt. I was too quiet. Etc.

Then I was preached on 3 times per week, about how I was going to Hell. But not directly. I'm not even gay.

I wasn't allowed to have friends over. I wasn't allowed to visit friends. They could be "bad influences." I wasn't allowed at school functions. I wasn't allowed to go outside. I wasn't allowed to modify my bedroom in any way. If I did, the modifications were thrown out. As a 12-year-old dude, my room looked like a 50-year-old granny's. We lived in the middle of nowhere, and they wouldn't show me how to drive. I loved wiring shit up and electronics. That was all thrown away, became it was untidy.

They had me taking care of my siblings (feeding, administering meds, getting ready for school bathing, etc), 2 bedridden grandparents, talking my normal parents out of suicide. I never developed essential social skills, and thought something was wrong with me. That I was broken in some way. How could so many well-integrated people be so wrong? I was afraid I was going to break others. And didn't want to talk to them, in case I did. So, I started looking for what broke me. I needed to make sense of it all and process.

After my grandmother passed, my mother told me I needed to walk to work every day, and ask one of the teenagers there to teach me how to drive.

At 33, I broke away. And I still do not have proper social skills at 37. I am completely isolated. I know it's not my fault. So, whose is it?

All I wanted were friends to go to concerts with, go fishing with, work on cars with, camping, hang-gliding, starting a band, doing random shit together.

I've seen a few therapists: the first one pumped me for information, then fed it to my parents who were the issues. The second told me my life was a lie and that my emotions weren't real, triggering 2 decades of PTSD. And the third was broken by the shit ton more stuff that I haven't included here, got stuck in a 2-hour-loop of, "it's not your fault," then didn't want to see me anymore. I think I broke her.

I begged God, for 30 years, to make it stop. God never showed.

I was reading at a college level in elementary school. I passed a mock NCLEX and ASVAB without even studying for either one. My religious mother, who thought the Internet was from Satan, wouldn't let me have it to work from home while caring for my grandmother. So I had to sneak into her room at night and use her hotspot for a $60/hr job. Then the Internet was cut off when I tried to go to college, mid-semester. I owe $2,000 in student loans. And now my head is so full of anxiety, I can't keep my ideas straight anymore.

If it isn't my fault, whose is it? I am 37 years old and, because of bad social skills, I have never had a community, despite not wanting to harm others my entire life, but all of my society wanted to harm me.

And then people tell you to just get over it. My heart is failing.

They already have a guard. Why not move them into a secure room?

Government kills woman and then gets off with a fine.

They never show up in movies. None of the ones I've ever been in have them. And Google says they're atypical.

The problem with that is that shorthand relies a lot on abbreviations: B = Be or By. But, at the end of a word, it can be ble, like tab. J can be J, or -age. A uses a single dot. So does -ing.

Because of that, I'm curious whether it would catch on or not.

Not necessarily.

GNU started out with a financial plan back when it first began. It's still going strong.

The goals are what's important. The character of the project.

Nah. Gregg Shorthand Anniversary Edition is practically indecipherable to AI.

It uses human intuition heavily.

No argument there. Is that Reddit, or the mods though?

Learn shorthand. AI can't read it. Gregg Shorthand Anniversary Edition is practically indecipherable to AI. And it allows you to write at up to 300 wpm.

Reddit needs to stay up. It's the last corporate stronghold of free speech. Moderators are not the corporation.

That being said, it's definitely a shitty platform.