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When I was young, I got:
. Bullied in school somewhat.
. Slapped in public by my parents.
. Yelled at by my late, angry dad, your typical grouchy older-gen asian dude.
. Shouted at by teachers who seemed to take our their personal problems on the entire class.
. Treated like shit by some crazy girls I dated.
. To experience the passing of my father, solidifying the idea that I never had a male role model in my life.
But I turned out fine. I graduated from college. I created my own businesses. I dated many, amazing women in my life. I got to travel. I have a great network of connections and friends today. I also feel I have a good control of my finances.
After all, it wasn’t like I was raped in the asshole when I was a kid right?
I actually told my therapist this before. After sharing some of the notable shit I went through in life, I remarked something along the lines of, “But who am I to complain right? It wasn’t like I was raped as a child. My life isn’t as bad as the crazy shit you read in the news or watch in movies.”
Hell, I even felt ashamed to even share anything because I thought it made me look like a little shit who couldn’t handle a bit of pain, pain which wasn’t worth turning into a feature-length film.
