It seems that all my life I've been an intense spectator of life, people, events and achievement. While I understand that this topic may belong to another forum, I posted it here because I believe it is directly related to my crushingly low self-esteem.
Ever since I can remember my life has be wrought by scorn, shame and indignity. My earliest memories were of an old brother constantly beating me up, a bias father who in anger landed solid punches on me, a mother who, when expectations were not met, belittled and criticized relentlessly. During my formative years, my parents character evaluation about me was always preceeded by "why can't you be like", leaving me a path a self-hate and to another step of disconnection with my life. My schooling was accented by being beat up constantly, running in fear and trying to avoid the next sexual molestation. Teachers even sensed my venerability and often launched public humiliation toward me.
I was an ugly child, adolesent and now an adult. My looks, build and presence always landed and still does outside the sphere of fulfillment, happiness and opportunity. As oftened as I tried to learn ways of being accepted it was always, and still is met with ridicule and alienation ultimately leaving me outside looking in, emtpy, hollow and alone. To this day, I have no friends. Never invited to a social gathering. I attend public events alone and dine out by myself. I see life going on all around me but not allowed in the dance.
It's not that I have bad hygene, wear dirty clothes, or have crooked teeth. When I'm at work I have a pleasant personality and good sense of humor. But there is just something about me that repells people, pleasure and success. And here I am at 55 years old, outside looking in.