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⌈ Secret Post #5961 ⌋

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Re: How do you not care what anyone thinks of you?

[(Anonymous)]

Fellow unmarried 30-something lady here. Me and my brother both had a bit of a weird upbringing, but after a big upheaval and my mother running off we both started down the college path around the same time. He did super well, made loads of friends, went on to university where he made more friends and passed with flying colours and now has a good paying job and a beautiful flat and he's just so goddamn put together and happy and confident and I couldn't be happier for him.

I went to college, stuck out like a sore thumb, got bullied, made some friends then lost them, went to university, stuck out like a sore thumb again, made no lasting friends before dropping out in second year after being assaulted. Got into drink, got into drugs, floated around and took a couple jobs that I still have nightmares about.
Now back at university as a mature student, so still sticking out like a sore thumb amongst all the young cool people, my anxiety is at the point where going to the local shop is an enormous mission and makes me want to disappear, and I feel so fucking far behind my brother in every respect, we might as well be on different planets.

Like you, my dad assures me that he's happy as long as I'm doing what I want, but every time my brother comes to visit I feel so very tiny. I'm now at the age where people are asking when I'm going to have kids, which I have zero desire for.

I'm sorry I don't have any advice. I wish I knew how to get past this too, but you're definitely not alone. Abnormal fistbump? Awkward air hugs? I hope you find another job soon, nonny. You had that job for over a decade, I'm positive you'll find somewhere you can transfer that experience to. I'm rooting for you.