NamelessMonk
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Hey Neogaf. What's up? Long time no post I guess. Tl;dr I've had emotional problems since I was a kid and my counseling sessions on campus aren't helping, it seems.
I was just wondering if anyone could help me out with a situation that I'm having. I've always been a really shy girl and everything, and I've always had a problem with socializing with groups of people. I liked things that nobody really cared for (Anime, History, Left-winged politics, Obsession with building computers, like any genre of music), I'm Black and sort of tall. So people have always made fun of me, and it's always been really hard for me to make friends. As I got older, I started to get upset when other people treated me really badly, and eventually I'd "snap" and yell at them/cuss them out, or hit things. Either way causing a scene. In High school I got bullied pretty badly for it, and my home life wasn't good at all, which made my previous few years really, really hard. I tried to commit suicide over it a few times but I kept failing. My marks were absolute trash until the last semester of Grade 12 (I'm Canadian) where I was able to isolate myself enough to do well in humanities, and my marks got me into a Campus at the Best University in Ontario (province) in a Paid Co-Op program. I was really excited for this, so I sort of just looked forwards to going to University and getting past high school.
Sigh, well that didn't work.
First off, I lived 2 hours by transit from the campus at the beginning of my first semester, and by the beginning of the first semester my relationship with my parents (esp. my father) broke down, and we were living in a hotel room. I frequently was hungry and depressed while at school, and I found that I hated a lot of the courses I was talking (I'm an English Major), despite liking writing/essays. Eventually, things got so bad at home that I had to tap into my school's emergency funds and apply for a bursary so I could live on campus, but I still had to find work (which was really hard to do at first) and I was living with very rude roommates. Then there was still a lot of stress from my family and parents to keep in touch with them (it helped that they have all of my things, still). I ended that semester with a low GPA (2.29) and a lot of heartache.
So i tried something new for second semester.
First of all, I reported my roommate to my residence helper, and I was able to move into a different room/house on res. I found a better job that was on campus, it still paid minimum wage but I felt much better at work. I began to take different courses, and i took less courses than last semester. And then I signed up for counseling on campus and I've been doing that since January. My marks dramatically improved throughout the semester, and my school's given me my sequence for Co-Op. Another awesome bonus is that I landed a full-time job downtown (at this point I think everyone can guess my University/campus) for the Summer, and my on-campus job will hire me again in September. And throughout both semesters, I've been volunteering with disadvantaged kids, and I performed so well that they've confirmed that they're bringing me back for the Fall Semester.
So what's wrong? Well, my behavior still is.
One of my roommates was really, really rude to me throughout the entire semester. I lived in all female housing on campus at that time, and from the first day I met her she was condescending. towarsd me, and ordering me around. She was always really loud, and with everything going on, and the fact that I was at school and had a lot of classes, I had to keep asking her to be quiet and respect me and the other roommates we've had (I've had no problem with my other roommates). She also kept bringing over her boyfriend, and she'd accuse me of things that he did/messes that he made. Finally, she'd expect me to do things, but when I asked her to do things she wouldn't do them. Multiple times throughout the semester I reported her to my residence helper, and we kept trying to organize a meeting to speak about our problems, but she kept pushing things off and telling us that we didn't need any outside help. Then, last friday, I bought some food, put it into my part of the kitchen, and when I returned the food was gone.
AKA Theft.
So I kept asking all of my roommates about it. They kept saying they didn't see anything. She in particular was laughing at me. In the morning, I told everyone on our group chat that whoever had stolen my food was a thief.
Then she went off on me for some reason?
Like she typed a bunch of stuff about how I Was being threatening towards her and harassing her, and I explained that theft was pretty damn serious and no laughing matter. She still laughed at me in the dumbass message and I just brought up all of her hypocrisies towards me. She still laughed. I got angry, and things escalated within the house that when I heard her coming, I began to blast Metallica and sing very loudly along. When she left her room, I "ambushed" her and told her that i had reported her to the Residence authorities. Then she began to get very rude towards me, and I literally snapped. Her boyfriend was there too and gradually got into the conversation, and eventually there was a point where he came VERY close to me as if he was going to hit me or something. She announced that she had been recording me the entire time and that she'd report me as well. She then called me a racial slur (Not sure if she got THAT on camera, of course).
Eventually she left the home whilst I called her the B word (can we swear?) over and over again. I realized that I was going to blow if i saw her again, so I quickly called my future landlord and asked if i could move in early. my new landlord (off campus, thank God) agreed. On the day after, I called Campus police to report her boyfriend for threatening me (He's not even a student on campus) and then I just reported the entire situation to the proper authorities on residence. I called a mental health helpline, did their techniques, and nothing really worked.
Yesterday I moved off campus. Campus Police just told me to call them next time something like that happened, and when i moved out the head of residence just told me that the girl and her boyfriend weren't allowed to contact me anymore, and vice versa. Then she tried to get me to talk to my therapist on campus, but I just declined.
Right now I'm in a very pissy position. So much is going on in my life and I'm seriously wondering if I should return to University in the Fall. I'm broke, I almost have a maxed out credit card, the only thing i have in terms of money is enough savings to last me until August in Rent, (I should be able to make back the money in a few months at my new job though) I'm stressed out, I feel the solution that residence gave me won't fix anything, I'm pretty damn lonely, I don't even know why I'm still taking my stupid program at University, Broke, and I honestly can't with most other people because the pattern of them belittling me, me not being able to find help, me blowing up and it somehow being blamed on me. That and I'm upset that even with an entire damn semester's worth of counseling nothing's changed with me or how I'm feeling, and I'm feeling like everyone I meet just pegs me as an "angry black woman" and doesn't really want to get to know me/help me at all. The only thing i feel I have going for me is that I built my first gaming pc in January and I love it, and I have a few friends scattered across the city, but that's it.
So I dunno. I guess i'm looking for advice? Should I even still go to that school? Should I even still go to counseling? I honestly don't know.
I was just wondering if anyone could help me out with a situation that I'm having. I've always been a really shy girl and everything, and I've always had a problem with socializing with groups of people. I liked things that nobody really cared for (Anime, History, Left-winged politics, Obsession with building computers, like any genre of music), I'm Black and sort of tall. So people have always made fun of me, and it's always been really hard for me to make friends. As I got older, I started to get upset when other people treated me really badly, and eventually I'd "snap" and yell at them/cuss them out, or hit things. Either way causing a scene. In High school I got bullied pretty badly for it, and my home life wasn't good at all, which made my previous few years really, really hard. I tried to commit suicide over it a few times but I kept failing. My marks were absolute trash until the last semester of Grade 12 (I'm Canadian) where I was able to isolate myself enough to do well in humanities, and my marks got me into a Campus at the Best University in Ontario (province) in a Paid Co-Op program. I was really excited for this, so I sort of just looked forwards to going to University and getting past high school.
Sigh, well that didn't work.
First off, I lived 2 hours by transit from the campus at the beginning of my first semester, and by the beginning of the first semester my relationship with my parents (esp. my father) broke down, and we were living in a hotel room. I frequently was hungry and depressed while at school, and I found that I hated a lot of the courses I was talking (I'm an English Major), despite liking writing/essays. Eventually, things got so bad at home that I had to tap into my school's emergency funds and apply for a bursary so I could live on campus, but I still had to find work (which was really hard to do at first) and I was living with very rude roommates. Then there was still a lot of stress from my family and parents to keep in touch with them (it helped that they have all of my things, still). I ended that semester with a low GPA (2.29) and a lot of heartache.
So i tried something new for second semester.
First of all, I reported my roommate to my residence helper, and I was able to move into a different room/house on res. I found a better job that was on campus, it still paid minimum wage but I felt much better at work. I began to take different courses, and i took less courses than last semester. And then I signed up for counseling on campus and I've been doing that since January. My marks dramatically improved throughout the semester, and my school's given me my sequence for Co-Op. Another awesome bonus is that I landed a full-time job downtown (at this point I think everyone can guess my University/campus) for the Summer, and my on-campus job will hire me again in September. And throughout both semesters, I've been volunteering with disadvantaged kids, and I performed so well that they've confirmed that they're bringing me back for the Fall Semester.
So what's wrong? Well, my behavior still is.
One of my roommates was really, really rude to me throughout the entire semester. I lived in all female housing on campus at that time, and from the first day I met her she was condescending. towarsd me, and ordering me around. She was always really loud, and with everything going on, and the fact that I was at school and had a lot of classes, I had to keep asking her to be quiet and respect me and the other roommates we've had (I've had no problem with my other roommates). She also kept bringing over her boyfriend, and she'd accuse me of things that he did/messes that he made. Finally, she'd expect me to do things, but when I asked her to do things she wouldn't do them. Multiple times throughout the semester I reported her to my residence helper, and we kept trying to organize a meeting to speak about our problems, but she kept pushing things off and telling us that we didn't need any outside help. Then, last friday, I bought some food, put it into my part of the kitchen, and when I returned the food was gone.
AKA Theft.
So I kept asking all of my roommates about it. They kept saying they didn't see anything. She in particular was laughing at me. In the morning, I told everyone on our group chat that whoever had stolen my food was a thief.
Then she went off on me for some reason?
Like she typed a bunch of stuff about how I Was being threatening towards her and harassing her, and I explained that theft was pretty damn serious and no laughing matter. She still laughed at me in the dumbass message and I just brought up all of her hypocrisies towards me. She still laughed. I got angry, and things escalated within the house that when I heard her coming, I began to blast Metallica and sing very loudly along. When she left her room, I "ambushed" her and told her that i had reported her to the Residence authorities. Then she began to get very rude towards me, and I literally snapped. Her boyfriend was there too and gradually got into the conversation, and eventually there was a point where he came VERY close to me as if he was going to hit me or something. She announced that she had been recording me the entire time and that she'd report me as well. She then called me a racial slur (Not sure if she got THAT on camera, of course).
Eventually she left the home whilst I called her the B word (can we swear?) over and over again. I realized that I was going to blow if i saw her again, so I quickly called my future landlord and asked if i could move in early. my new landlord (off campus, thank God) agreed. On the day after, I called Campus police to report her boyfriend for threatening me (He's not even a student on campus) and then I just reported the entire situation to the proper authorities on residence. I called a mental health helpline, did their techniques, and nothing really worked.
Yesterday I moved off campus. Campus Police just told me to call them next time something like that happened, and when i moved out the head of residence just told me that the girl and her boyfriend weren't allowed to contact me anymore, and vice versa. Then she tried to get me to talk to my therapist on campus, but I just declined.
Right now I'm in a very pissy position. So much is going on in my life and I'm seriously wondering if I should return to University in the Fall. I'm broke, I almost have a maxed out credit card, the only thing i have in terms of money is enough savings to last me until August in Rent, (I should be able to make back the money in a few months at my new job though) I'm stressed out, I feel the solution that residence gave me won't fix anything, I'm pretty damn lonely, I don't even know why I'm still taking my stupid program at University, Broke, and I honestly can't with most other people because the pattern of them belittling me, me not being able to find help, me blowing up and it somehow being blamed on me. That and I'm upset that even with an entire damn semester's worth of counseling nothing's changed with me or how I'm feeling, and I'm feeling like everyone I meet just pegs me as an "angry black woman" and doesn't really want to get to know me/help me at all. The only thing i feel I have going for me is that I built my first gaming pc in January and I love it, and I have a few friends scattered across the city, but that's it.
So I dunno. I guess i'm looking for advice? Should I even still go to that school? Should I even still go to counseling? I honestly don't know.