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Not the most positive subject, but it could be therapeutic to talk about it and we could share tips on how to avoid problems so future Halloween's can be saved from negativity.


I admit, I have had my share of very bad Halloween's. It's my favorite day/night of the year so it stings really badly when people are major jerks to me that day or night and can cause serious depression for me. October 31st is literally the only day I ask people (my family) in my social network to be my day and plenty of people (who don't like Halloween nearly as much as me) have put their own feelings first on that day.



Halloween 2014 had it's pros and cons. I don't like to think about it, but if I can get help, I thought I should talk about it. Of course, thinking about bad stuff, especially bad stuff on Halloween can be upsetting.


Is it better to let it all out or move on and keep thoughts on good stuff only?
 

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This would be the place to talk about it with people who understand.

I don't have the best support for setting up for halloween and such but I do get some help in various areas so for me the worst halloweens are more the ones that prevent me from participating at all. One year Right before halloween I had a torn retina and had to have laser surgery and another one that comes to mind was having the flu with fever, chills, aches and just stuck in bed under the covers. Not being able to see the kids in their costumes at all really is what I view as the worst for me. The other issues I've come to expect and any help becomes a wonderful surprise and brings out my thanks.
 

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The following is going to be a very long, sad, pathetic and true story, but it ends on a good note. I thank you in advance if you read it. It's therapeutic for me to write stuff down sometimes.




This is all hard to admit - I am a thirty-two-year old man and a self-admitted man-child, though not by choice. I'm overweight (I eat my feelings), I'm unattractive, and I suffer from some mental disabilities. i.e. Autism, A.D.D., visual dyslexia, etc. One of the other issues I have is poor social skills. As a result, I literally have no long-term friends. I never have. I work a very low-income job that is not worth bragging about, I live with my parents and I also don't know how to drive a car because I don't have the mental capabilities.



My birthday is November 1st and all I had to celebrate my birthday with was my fifty-eight-year-old Mother who can be very grumpy. (My father was out of town, gambling during the weekend of my birthday.) My Mom had spent the past week in another city tending to my older sister who just had major dental surgery. My Mom also had to help care for my three young nieces. When my Mom came back home the day of Halloween, she was tired and cranky, but you would think with it being my birthday weekend, she could somehow muster up the strength to be happy.



Before I continue I need to add a short story so you can have a better understanding of where I am coming from - There was one time (when I had my own apartment) that my Mom and I planned to get supper together, but because of her mood and her claims of being very tired, she ruined the experience. I initially offered for us to postpone, but she insisted, and as I typed, she messed up the mood of the evening by ranting and raving about how exhausted she was the entire time. Well after she dropped me back at my place that same night, I saw her checking in at a bar on Facebook with a friend of her's. I guess she wasn't that tired. But my Mom does stuff like that all the time. She will say she is tired, but then will suddenly get the energy to do whatever she likes to do.



Halloween is my favorite holiday. I generally don't like myself, so I enjoy getting to pretend to be someone else. I also wear really nice costumes and masks, so people in the downtown area treat me like a celebrity and want to take pictures with me. Because I am such an extremely lonely person, I absolutely love the positive attention. This is an experience I look forward to every year. Since I don't have birthday parties anymore, I consider being downtown my birthday party. I would opt to have no birthday presents ever again if I could spend hours street performing. Having no friends and not being able to drive, I have to depend on my Mom to drive me to that area. Luckily, in the past, she has enjoyed going downtown too and she had a friend that was going with us this year.



She was in a bad mood before we went out because she couldn't figure out how to do her make-up. She didn't have time to carve the pumpkin either, even though she had all day to do it and my Dad forgot to do it before he left. I also asked her if she would take pictures of me in my costume, but because we were so short on time, we didn't and agreed to do it when we got home.



Then when we got out to the downtown area, we went our separate ways. Well, at one point, she and her friend met back up with me and she noticed highly realistic fake blood on my lip that wasn't there before. You see, I have this fake severed ear prop that has fake blood on it. I pretended to eat it in front of people. Anyhow, the fake blood got on my lip. When my Mom saw it, I kept trying to tell her that I put that on there, but she wouldn't believe me. She was convinced someone hit me, so she just kept staring at me like she thought I was lying and asking me what happened.

"What happened?"


I tell her again.


She keeps staring.


"WHAT happened?"



It was soooooo annoying and frustrating. :-( She even asked me (almost whispered) if I wanted to leave as if I was too scared to say what I was really feeling in front of her friend. I looked at her like she was crazy. My Mother has typically always believed me when I tell her stuff. We have a honest relationship. Always have typically. (As a child however, I was socially awkward and would lie to people to avoid hurting their feelings or to avoid making myself look bad, and my Mom always knew that, but I haven't been like that since childhood. It makes me wonder if my Mom is starting to go senile, but fifty-eight isn't that old.)


She later claimed she had trouble hearing me, which is why she kept asking me what happened.


She was in a bad mood also because of the large crowd so it's almost like she wanted to believe I got punched so we could have an excuse to leave or something. Well, I finally got her to believe me, then we departed again.



I spent four hours out there, took lots of pictures, and I made plenty of people happy, so that part was not messed up, thank goodness.



But during the last hour, she kept bugging me about leaving. I finally agreed to leave just to please her and I wasn't happy about that because we got out there late due to her make-up issues and I felt we left a little earlier then usual.



Then the friend we were with gave her some birthday money to give to me earlier in the evening. In front of me, she kept telling her friend to take the money back. If her friend wants to give me a gift, what moral right does she have to tell that person not to give it to me? I should be the one who politely refuses it, not her. But that is how she treats me. She talks for me (in front of me) to others all the time and I have to ask her to please stop in front of people. She didn't use to do that, but in recent years, she does it all the time, and if a friend of her's gives me something, *she* thanks them like she is getting the gift and she does it in front of me. If she is going to do that, why can't she do it when I am not around at least? No matter how many times I ask her to please stop talking for me or thanking others for the gifts they give me, she does it anyhow in the future. :-(



Anyhow, I confronted her about the issue with her friend after we got back home, and she just angrily stormed off. I felt *awful*. I felt like a pet had just died or that I just broke up with a woman. It was Halloween night and after celebrating it, I am suppose to feel very tired, but very happy, but I felt like crying that night. I was already sad about having to leave downtown early and I felt even more horrible then. Needless to say, we didn't take pictures.


In an effort to save the night, I asked her if she would drive me to a fast food restaurant we go to every year after Halloween night. She agreed and I apologized to her even. However, I still felt very upset on the inside and honestly didn't enjoy my food.


The next day, my birthday, I was still really sad, but we took a day trip to an antique shop (because I enjoy artifacts) and got some donuts, which in recent years has become my traditional replacement for birthday cake since I like donuts so much, but rarely eat them. Then the night came, and more problems.


Before I opened my gifts, my Mom didn't sing "Happy Birthday" to me beforehand or put any candles on the donuts she bought. She also left the price tags on several of the presents, which I thought was rude.



She asked if I wanted to do anything before dinner. I said I wanted to take one picture of me with my costume on, but she had no interest. She made an uninterested face and said "You wanna do that? Why don't we just do it tomorrow?" Not wishing to argue and being a person who is against guilt trips, I agreed.


Before we left for dinner, she furiously complained and loudly cursed about the garage door not working properly. That garage door has been a major problem for a while now, so I am used to that. She drives me to work every morning and I always have to hear her complain about it and why my Dad won't have it fixed. You see, the garage door is always about to close, but then goes back up. It does this over and over again, so my Mom has to keep pushing this button she has in her car, which really agitates her and causes her to scream and curse loudly until it finally goes down, but I thought maybe on my birthday I could get a break from her screaming and yelling about the garage door. Her intense screaming and swearing added tension to the ride to the restaurant.


She could have parked the car outside and asked me to wait inside and I could have closed the door for her, then gone around to the front door and got in the car. The knob that controls the garage door is easier to control then the knob that she has in her car, but I didn't think to do that. She could have however and you would think on my birthday, a loving Mom would spare her son her ranting and ravings about any topic. She would never act that way in front of a guest and would have thought of ways to avoid drama if there was a possibility to avoid it and all I asked for was to have one night where I could be treated like a guest.


Admittedly, I might be guilty of nit-picking in regards of my Mom screaming about the garage because she does it so often, and not singing Happy Birthday. Honestly, I was still bummed about Halloween. But I even if Halloween had been perfect, I still would have briefly felt a little awkward about my Mom screaming because it was suppose to be a fun night, and it's hard to get in a good mood after hearing anyone loudly screaming and cursing.


When we got to the restaurant, we were given an option of what kind of sauce we wanted on our dinner. My Mom asked me what kind I wanted and I told her. She made a face and said it didn't sound good and insisted we pick this other kind of sauce. I mean, who's birthday is it over here? Why even bother asking me what I want if you already had another sauce in mind? I remember she did that last year on my birthday when I was picking a desert for us to share. I picked out a desert, and she insisted I pick the desert she wanted. Not wanting to make waves then, I didn't say anything. I could let that go. In general, I let a lot of little things go, but when little things keep happening, it becomes a big thing.



My Mom also complained about the cost of the dinner and how much we could spend. She got water in an effort to save money. Again, that is so rude to do to a person on their birthday. She even literally put the bill in front of my face at the end of the night and I could clearly see how much dinner was. She did that because she wanted to know the % of it or something. It was something related to the tip and she apparently couldn't see it. That is such an inconsiderate thing to do in my opinion. Why not figure out to this money stuff before hand and keep it to yourself if you're going to treat someone on their birthday?



I couldn't hold in my emotions any longer and it was apparent to my Mom and even the server (according to my Mom) that I was very miserable looking. At one point, my Mom shook her head at me, looked at me like I was pathetic, and said "You are a lover of misery."


She has said that to me so many times before. I always tell her "Misery loves me."


Then I asked her if I was like this last year - I wasn't, because she was in a better mood then. I then went on to list all the times I was happy about and how circumstances caused my happiness to end, which resulted in my depression. From having actual girlfriends to having them break my heart, to learning to drive, but failing my driver's test, to having a place of my own, but having to move back home because I ran out of money. My misery is a reaction to miserable things happening to me. I hate being unhappy as much as anyone would.


My Mom had nothing to say then. She had tears in her eyes. I had plenty that weekend too.


She drove us home and we sat in silence the whole time. When we got home, I walked to a bar and had a few drinks in a final effort to save my birthday.


I confronted her about all this stuff the next morning. All she did was cry and tell me I was ungrateful.



This whole experience had reminded me of so many unhappy birthdays I had in my childhood.


I remember when I was a kid and when I use to have real birthday parties with the whole family, every year in school I would pass out invitations in class to my birthday parties. Only one kid showed up one time one year. No one else ever did.


This is one of the many reasons why I am such a depressed, lazy, fat, and angry person. I never asked to be born, and I didn't asked to be born with mental problems. I realize if you're a parent raising a person with mental problems it is very hard and if you have issues of your own, it's never going to be easy, so when that person's birthday comes up, perhaps subconsciously my Mom and Dad are reminded of the mistake they literally made when I was conceived, and that is why in the past, both have been so mean to me on my day of birth or one of them will be in a bad mood and anger the other, and next thing you know, there is a huge argument between them. Perhaps because I have offered very little for them to be proud of, they consider celebrating my birthday a major inconvenience for them and it gets in the way of things they rather being doing.


Heck, my Mom even told me the next day after the bad birthday dinner that she could have gone to some party that weekend in this other city we use to live in, but she stayed home for me. You would think it being her son's birthday, she would have stayed home because it's the right thing to do, not because she was doing me a favor like the way she made it out to be. She goes to parties and bars all the time anyhow, but her missing that one party partially explained her mood, but I very much doubt my Mom would have been tired and cranky if she went to *that function*. It was only on Halloween night and my birthday night that her fatigue seemed to really kick in.

(Remember that short story I told you earlier about her complaining about having supper with me, but then checked in at a bar on Facebook that same night?)



As a kid, I had birthday parties with my whole family. Then in time it was just me, my parents and sister. Then it was just me and my parents. Now it's just my Mom and I. Mom is the last one stuck with me and I wonder if that is what generates her anger. Everyone else in the family gets to *not* be apart of my day of birth, but she is stuck doing all the work on my birthday.


I realize birthday's are more for the young. Then when you are in your twenties, it's an excuse to party and binge-drink with your friends, but by the time you turn 30, it's no longer a big deal. If you have a spouse and kids, they may do stuff for you, and if you have a good relationship with your co-workers, they may give your cake or something. But being that I am a thirty-two-year-man-child with mental disabilities (who has no friends, doesn't drive, and the chances of me getting a wife and kids is pretty slim) and who only has his Mom to celebrate his birthday with, the Mother would try very here to make the birthday pleasant.


For the most part, I am a very quiet man who hides in his room all day, and even at work, I keep to myself, trying to stay out of people's way. I ask for very little and I expect nothing. I will take cabs to work, I will do my laundry, and I don't need home cooked meals. I can get my own food. All I ask for of my Mom and family is October 31st to please be my day. I don't even need November 1st as long as I can have October 31st to be perfect.



This is why I express little interest to others on my birthday because all it does is cause stress for me and my family. I have enough child-like traits and I believe the answer to all these problems is to simply stop celebrating it. I should remove my birthday on my Facebook so no one will be reminded of it. If my Mom asks me for birthday gift ideas in the future, I will not tell her. Or if I am asked if I would like to go anywhere to eat, I will say no. Perhaps reverse psychology is the answer. Even if it doesn't work, at the very least, I can have inner-peace on my birthday.






Despite everything, there was a happy ending and some hope.



My Mom and I got into another a second argument on that day after my birthday dinner. While I was originally angry, I calmed down and essentially was able to convince my Mother that she was incorrect with her words and actions. We ended up going to lunch, she took some great pictures of me in my costume in a good location, we went to the zoo, and then a movie. A package containing a gift also arrived and I was able to open up a present. (Other late packages came in, so I was opening up gifts all week.)



I was born at 11:20 PM on November 1st. During that time in 2014, I was in a bar. I was still 31 during the night of drama. The next day, I was actually 32, so really, that day was my real birthday. With the exception of the arguments my Mom and I got into that morning, it had turned out to be a pleasant birthday.



During the actual hours of Halloween, I did everything I planned to do so no regrets there. I am also vacationing at the end of the month to a city that has street performers year round and I bringing my costume there to perform. :)




All and all, things concluded with a happy ending, but I admit, being a sensitive soul, I worry about something's triggering emotions when thinking about that night and bringing on another argument, which happened yesterday with my Mom and I, but things ended happily again.


The lesson - I admit, I felt just slightly cheated on Halloween night. However, I ended cheating myself completely the next night with my bad mood. I think my Mom did need to be confronted for her own bad mood, but perhaps I should not have added to it, turned the other cheek and waited for another time to confront her.



My challenge now is to try to look at the good things Halloween 2014 brought and to look to the future - Street performing very soon. :) And Halloween 2015.
 

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Im sorry youve been let down and for everything your going through. You seem like a thoughtful person and well articulated, just that you have self esteem issues. I would like to think talking things through/out with a counselor of sorts could possibly help you and have separate sessions with your mother and you. So one session for you and sessions for your mother and yourself. You both may be surprised by what each other is feeling/thinking.

Sounds like your father also isnt supportive and that helps add fuel to the fire for your mother. She is possibly dealing with his issues as well, that can take a toll on someones mental faculties. She also could have an un-diagnosed disorder herself, who knows for sure but a doctor?

Look, Im not a parent, but I did grow up with a mentally abusive father. Nowadays people call them troll dads and theres tons of memes online, my dad was a troll dad and he affected me in many ways. I did go to counseling because I started to feel and act alot like you in my Junior year of school.

My dad expected a perfect student all the while mentally abusing me, I still have mental anguish/scars from that period in my life (im 34 now) and could be considered partially a woman child. However, the counseling really did help get me through that period in my life, if I didnt do so then, I dont know where I would be by now, probably someplace very bad.

I still acted out and went out on school nights to dance clubs, etc, looking back, I guess I was essentially self abusing myself. I used to feel great empathy for complete strangers and was a very emotional child when I lived with my father in my years 11-18. Now its hard for me to connect to anyone, Im outgoing when I need to be but it is somewhat false. I want to be that crazy friend who will do anything but inside I just feel like being by myself or with a few close friends. (All I really feel I need anyway). Though the only person who calls me regular is my mother, and my friends are online here on the forum and in this one game I play. We are all very supportive and close.

My father one day confessed that he never felt close enough to love me as his own child because my grandmother pushed him away when it came to parenting, so he didnt get to bond with me and never felt like he cared about my well being beyond what was his legal obligation to do, I was 16 then. His job was to make sure I lived until I was 18 then I can do what I want with my life. He refused to help me with college though, which is kinda hilarious because I was still on honor roll at graduation and he was always so critical of my grades and to be as perfect as could be. This was the time, if any, that the parent needed to step in and help his child for the next step in their lives to independence.

Colleges need to at least see their parents wages to determine if the student needs grants/etc, not necessarily to put them on a loan, unless they wanted to. He refused. So instead he "helped" me find a job and that was literally with the Circus, Ringling Bros. I went and did that for 2 years.

Ok, man, I could so keep going on, as Im sure many of us here could, Ill stop here, but my advice is to seek counseling, since you have disabilitys, this should be free somewhere, I would look for that. If the computer you are on currently allows you to spend time to play video games, I play Everquest 2 on the Guk server. Its free to play and we can group up and kill things in game, trust me, it helps alleviate the anger and frustrations your feeling from your RL = real life world.

Liquor isnt the solution, its just self abusing, so think of it as something you would do socially. I rarely ever drink but manage a watered down cocktail for Halloween and Christmas with my family. This coming from someone who was a complete lush, ok, I used to be able to drink anyone under the bar. Like I said, self abusing, and you dont need that.

PM me for more info if you want to game with me. I am in a guild, its quiet now with few members, but we all are very nice and supportive. Just play the game and forget for a time the drudgery your family is putting on you.
 

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Halloween has always been a good, fun time for most of my years.
As an adult operating a year-round Haunted House I do have much enjoyment here, most of the time.
A few years ago I found myself unable to forget just a few bad customers who decided to show up here, but just denying admittance to screaming, staggering drunks has pretty much solved that nagging problem.
The local drunk who drove his truck to within mere inches of the side of my house, who then was refused entry, who later , along with some other drunk, were going to beat up my Wife and vandalize my car were lucky enough to have a young, very stupid "Policeman" say that he thought my Wife was egging them on, because as the "Officer" approached in the squad car, she was pointing at the drunks because the "Policemen" probably didn't see them.
She had called him, not the Drunks!

Reading this thread is indeed very genuinely sad on so many basic levels. I am sorry for all three of you. May next Halloween be much better, happier for you all.
I have never thought any less of someone because they are having problems.
"There but for the grace of God, go you or I". My Dad used to say this often and it is so true.
Good Luck to all.
 

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Mr. Awful, I can't say I know you from the few paragraphs you've shared with us, but if you don't mind, can I take a stab at this. There was a lot of turmoil, so your Halloween got off to a rocky start. But then you had a really good time. If you think about it, the time you enjoyed the most is when is when you were making other people happy. I know it sounds corny, but the more you thought about yourself, the more unhappy you became. You wanted to feel special on your birthday. But didn't you feel even more special when you were making Halloween night exciting for others. You really do enjoy yourself more when you are thinking about others, and not yourself. And I understand it's hard because your circle of people is a small one. But when you are at the restaurant, in stead of thinking how lousy it is, and it's easy to feel that way, try making someone else in the place smile. It will make you smile. Make a kid laugh, it's takes your mind off focusing on how bad you feel. I know I come off like a Pollyanna, but a couple of years ago I was in the hospital for my February birthday. People kept saying . that's to bad. I said "What's bad?" I got breakfast in bed. Someone else did the dishes. I got to lay around watching TV instead of going to work. I had fresh strawberries with my dinner tray. Growing up in Iowa in the 60's, I never had fresh strawberries on my birthday. Screw the IV's and the breathing treatments, I had fresh strawberries! I don't know if this helped you or not, but I'd really like to see a picture of that costume. It must have been a pretty good one to get so much attention.

PS I'm writing this from my hospital bed, again. But the good news is I didn't get sick until after Halloween. Yeah! I got to make 700 tots happy this year.
 

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Im sorry youve been let down and for everything your going through. You seem like a thoughtful person and well articulated, just that you have self esteem issues. I would like to think talking things through/out with a counselor of sorts could possibly help you and have separate sessions with your mother and you. So one session for you and sessions for your mother and yourself. You both may be surprised by what each other is feeling/thinking.

Sounds like your father also isnt supportive and that helps add fuel to the fire for your mother. She is possibly dealing with his issues as well, that can take a toll on someones mental faculties. She also could have an un-diagnosed disorder herself, who knows for sure but a doctor?

Look, Im not a parent, but I did grow up with a mentally abusive father. Nowadays people call them troll dads and theres tons of memes online, my dad was a troll dad and he affected me in many ways. I did go to counseling because I started to feel and act alot like you in my Junior year of school.

My dad expected a perfect student all the while mentally abusing me, I still have mental anguish/scars from that period in my life (im 34 now) and could be considered partially a woman child. However, the counseling really did help get me through that period in my life, if I didnt do so then, I dont know where I would be by now, probably someplace very bad.

I still acted out and went out on school nights to dance clubs, etc, looking back, I guess I was essentially self abusing myself. I used to feel great empathy for complete strangers and was a very emotional child when I lived with my father in my years 11-18. Now its hard for me to connect to anyone, Im outgoing when I need to be but it is somewhat false. I want to be that crazy friend who will do anything but inside I just feel like being by myself or with a few close friends. (All I really feel I need anyway). Though the only person who calls me regular is my mother, and my friends are online here on the forum and in this one game I play. We are all very supportive and close.

My father one day confessed that he never felt close enough to love me as his own child because my grandmother pushed him away when it came to parenting, so he didnt get to bond with me and never felt like he cared about my well being beyond what was his legal obligation to do, I was 16 then. His job was to make sure I lived until I was 18 then I can do what I want with my life. He refused to help me with college though, which is kinda hilarious because I was still on honor roll at graduation and he was always so critical of my grades and to be as perfect as could be. This was the time, if any, that the parent needed to step in and help his child for the next step in their lives to independence.

Colleges need to at least see their parents wages to determine if the student needs grants/etc, not necessarily to put them on a loan, unless they wanted to. He refused. So instead he "helped" me find a job and that was literally with the Circus, Ringling Bros. I went and did that for 2 years.

Ok, man, I could so keep going on, as Im sure many of us here could, Ill stop here, but my advice is to seek counseling, since you have disabilitys, this should be free somewhere, I would look for that. If the computer you are on currently allows you to spend time to play video games, I play Everquest 2 on the Guk server. Its free to play and we can group up and kill things in game, trust me, it helps alleviate the anger and frustrations your feeling from your RL = real life world.

Liquor isnt the solution, its just self abusing, so think of it as something you would do socially. I rarely ever drink but manage a watered down cocktail for Halloween and Christmas with my family. This coming from someone who was a complete lush, ok, I used to be able to drink anyone under the bar. Like I said, self abusing, and you dont need that.

PM me for more info if you want to game with me. I am in a guild, its quiet now with few members, but we all are very nice and supportive. Just play the game and forget for a time the drudgery your family is putting on you.


I have seen a shrink before. In my opinion, it should be free given my mental state, but it's not. My work will pay for a few sessions, but after that, I am on my own. Heck, I have tried to get social security because my job skills are so limited, but I can't even get that. All I wish for is to have a place of my own forever. I wouldn't use the government's money on literally *anything* other then rent for an apartment and I would still get up and work everyday. I would sign a legal contract saying so, but a lawyer once told me, the powers that be won't give you any handouts unless you are unemployed for two years and simply cannot get work, and I can, since I am currently employed. It sadly doesn't matter rather the pay is good or not. Even if I was making eleven cents an hour, that wouldn't get me any type of support from the government.


I have thought of seeing someone with my Mother. That is a goal that I may attempt to achieve one day. I question if it would do any good however. Some broken things cannot be fixed. I believe a person has to want to be helped to get it, and both my Mom and Dad see nothing wrong with them. It's other people who have the problem from their point of view. I can admit I am not perfect and am willing to be diplomatic, but both sides have to be in order for there to be peace, and until my parents can learn to let the pride go, I fear there will always be issues among us.


Thank you for the complainants. I am sorry you have had some rough years too. I agree booze is not going to fix anything. It only briefly puts a band-aid on things. :-/


Thank you for the invite. I presently don't have a computer. I use an iPad and iPhone. Would I be able to play the game on either of those devices?




Sorry, Mr_Awful and kittyvibe. I know what it is like to be mentally abused and rejected by a parent.

To answer, this year in general has been absolutely rotten, unfortunately.

I'm so sorry. If you need to let it out, I am here to read and respond.



Halloween has always been a good, fun time for most of my years.
As an adult operating a year-round Haunted House I do have much enjoyment here, most of the time.
A few years ago I found myself unable to forget just a few bad customers who decided to show up here, but just denying admittance to screaming, staggering drunks has pretty much solved that nagging problem.
The local drunk who drove his truck to within mere inches of the side of my house, who then was refused entry, who later , along with some other drunk, were going to beat up my Wife and vandalize my car were lucky enough to have a young, very stupid "Policeman" say that he thought my Wife was egging them on, because as the "Officer" approached in the squad car, she was pointing at the drunks because the "Policemen" probably didn't see them.
She had called him, not the Drunks!

Reading this thread is indeed very genuinely sad on so many basic levels. I am sorry for all three of you. May next Halloween be much better, happier for you all.
I have never thought any less of someone because they are having problems.
"There but for the grace of God, go you or I". My Dad used to say this often and it is so true.
Good Luck to all.


Thank you. I feared this thread would generate some misery, but it is my hope that positivity wins at the end.



Mr. Awful, I can't say I know you from the few paragraphs you've shared with us, but if you don't mind, can I take a stab at this. There was a lot of turmoil, so your Halloween got off to a rocky start. But then you had a really good time. If you think about it, the time you enjoyed the most is when is when you were making other people happy. I know it sounds corny, but the more you thought about yourself, the more unhappy you became. You wanted to feel special on your birthday. But didn't you feel even more special when you were making Halloween night exciting for others. You really do enjoy yourself more when you are thinking about others, and not yourself. And I understand it's hard because your circle of people is a small one. But when you are at the restaurant, in stead of thinking how lousy it is, and it's easy to feel that way, try making someone else in the place smile. It will make you smile. Make a kid laugh, it's takes your mind off focusing on how bad you feel. I know I come off like a Pollyanna, but a couple of years ago I was in the hospital for my February birthday. People kept saying . that's to bad. I said "What's bad?" I got breakfast in bed. Someone else did the dishes. I got to lay around watching TV instead of going to work. I had fresh strawberries with my dinner tray. Growing up in Iowa in the 60's, I never had fresh strawberries on my birthday. Screw the IV's and the breathing treatments, I had fresh strawberries! I don't know if this helped you or not, but I'd really like to see a picture of that costume. It must have been a pretty good one to get so much attention.

PS I'm writing this from my hospital bed, again. But the good news is I didn't get sick until after Halloween. Yeah! I got to make 700 tots happy this year.


That is what I think about to stay sane. I picture all the smiling faces that night, the looks of awe I received and the laughs I created. I think about all the pictures that ended up on Facebook, Twitter, and people's cellphones that night of me and just knowing I am now apart of so many people's memories forever. Later in their lives when they are elderly, they may be looking at those photographs or hundred's of years from now, their descendants may look at them. Kind of like how this generation looks at black-and-white 1920's Halloween pictures with curiosity. Just knowing I get to be apart of that is a very awesome feeling. :)



I try to just take those four hours and only think about that, and block out the negative. Like an editor working on a film. Delete the bad stuff, and keep only the good stuff in.



In general, a sense of humor is what has kept me sane my whole life. I have read that soldiers, police officers, prison guards, firefighters, etc. often pull pranks on each other a lot to stay sane. Given what they do and the environment they are in, it's understandable. There are plenty of other times to be highly serious.


Anyhow, here is a picture -











It's easy for me to be characters like Leatherface and Jason for obvious reasons. (Minus the violent part.) We're all tall and big guys with the minds of children and have major Mommy issues. From a psychological point of view, that's probably why I dress as them. But instead of turning to violence to cope with things, I go the other way.



Because I have suffered, I am a highly empathic person, which is why I give to the homeless, to charities, and have done work with special needs people before. I am even kind and giving to homeless animals. My sister had this cat once who essentially got no attention. The kids and the dog were the stars, so I would play with the cat as often as I could.



Heck, when I was young, when playing board games or playing with toys, and everyone was fighting over getting to be certain figures and if one piece in particular kept getting discarded, I would always offer to be that one object because I feel like I was that toy. *sad smile*



And when I know it is someone else's birthday now, I will make efforts to wish them a very, very happy birthday, shake their hand, smile big, sing them Happy birthday even, ask them questions, and post pictures on their Facebook wall. And instead of just wishing them a happy birthday on Facebook, I will give them a gift card too. Shoot, I will even get a person in real life a gift, even if I barely know them. *sleepy smile* Even if they think I am odd afterwards for doing it, I wouldn't care. :)



*Be the change you want to see in the world." - Gandhi
 

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very cool costume! So much detail, I can tell you went for full authenticity. :) Also, I think your being too hard on yourself about your weight, you look proportional to me in those pictures. About the game, I tried finding some info on the phone or ipad (apps) and came across some stuff you may or may not be interested in.

Since I dont have a smartphone or ipad (just a computer and older style phone) I cant help figure out how to get these on your platforms (phone/ipad) but it has been done.

For the game I play, EQII aka EQ2 or Everquest 2, there is a phone app you can use to chat with people who are currently in the actual game along with looking at your character stats,checking in game messages(mail) etc. I dont know how that would work if you didnt first create a character, I could help you by creating a free account for you and giving you the details so then if you wanted to chat while I crafted or quested you could use the app to chat with me while I played the game. You will have to let me know if creating an account is necessary for just the chat part. (example= needing a character made in game that would talk to my character, so I would see a character talking to me named whatever you wanted).

Then theres the standalone game, Sony is making the next evolution of my game which is cleverly named EQNext, lol. So, heres the app link for that
https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/everquest-worlds/id680468906?mt=8
I think you can use both phone and ipad with that, though I recommend the ipad, it seems easier for folks. You cant connect with me, its a standalone game, but you could earn rewards for the PC games so if you ever got a PC you could use the rewards on your account. EQNext is currently being developed but Sony currently has an open beta world called Landmark which is really cool going on now, but Im pretty sure you need a pc for that game as well. It should all be free to play though.

I dont really keep up with the next series as I play the current one, EQ2.

About your mother, approach her when she is in a good mood and ask if she wouldn't mind going to a counseling meeting with both of you. She may or may not agree, you never know. You will probably have to take it upon yourself to choose a therapist and setup the meeting as well, but youll never know unless you ask. If she refuses, Im not sure what all youve tried, but maybe finding a roomate and moving out if your able to afford it on your income from your job?

Where you live, is there public transportation, like buses, trains, etc? In FL, we primarily rely on cars but there are buses to some places and others ride their bikes the rest of the way. That way you get to both be away from your mothers complaining and will find yourself a bit of independence and freedom.

I know your self conscious about your weight, if your worried, riding a bike will help lose weight as well, so essentially your killing two birds instead of one. I rode my bike one summer for very short sprints to the park to watch the neighborhood guys play basketball and lost all my baby fat, lol. It can be done, and it seems easier for men to lose weight then women because we retain alot of water weight.

When I was training to be in wrestling in school, when I thought I couldnt do something, I just yelled at myself in my head (positively) "I think I can, I think I can" and pretended to whip my butt with an imaginary whip, lol. It motivated me to go that extra mile running up and down the bleachers.
 

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You make a superb Leatherface, Mr_awful. I see nothing wrong with the way that you look, but I also have a distorted self view, so I can relate to that manner of thought. Many times, we are our own worst enemies and biggest critics.

I appreciate the offer made, although I am the type to hold everything inside (which I am well aware is not good).
 

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Hello folks. Sorry this is belated.



kittyvibe and Garthgoyle- I greatly appreciate the compliment on the costume. :)



Thanks for the interest UnOrthodOx. I certainly welcome your input.



Thank you kittyvibe for the information and for going to the trouble of looking data up on my behalf. You're very kind. :) I have a road trip today, so I will take a look at the game.


In regards of my Mother - So far, so good. I did mention counseling to her and she didn't really have a response. I may have to mention it again at some point, especially if issues arise. I talked to my Father too and he is making an effort to help me deal with my Mother when she becomes overbearing. (She tries to control my Father too by the way, which has caused intense arguments between them for years.)


I love my Ma and I know she means well. She has some gender issues. She has admitted to me she was a tomboy growing up and she has wished she was a man her whole life and thinks she would have been happier if she was. She seems content being female and has assured me she would never change genders and there are things about being a lady she likes, but I often wonder if my Mother's bossy and controlling personalty is her way of making up for the fact that she was not born a man. She is trying too hard to be a stereotypical male if that is the case because I have rarely met any men who are as controlling as she is and I have been around plenty of men who were Alpha's - Rather at a job or a social setting.


I believe a good pack leader - Human or animal - is suppose to lead and protect the herd, settle disputes among the members and overall strives for a peaceful setting and they can achieve that by allowing their followers their personal independence. Any leader who doesn't have that mindset is a tyrant looking to enslave people, not lead them. That is why Revolutionary wars have been fought.



Perhaps I am looking too deep into why my Ma is the way she is. I know no matter how old I get, I am my Mother's son and she will always see me as her kid and thus, she will drive me up a wall. Which is why I have to move out as soon as I can. (Heck, my Ma often complains about how her Mother talks to her and my Dad's mother has always been real bossy toward my Dad.)



I have thought of getting a roommate, but because I have read and heard a few scary stories about them, there has been concern on my end, but perhaps it's time to man-up and go get some roommate experiences of my own.


In regards of my weight - I agree Garthgoyle that we humans can be our own worst enemy.


In 2006, I lost seventy pounds by walking daily, giving up soda (which is literally my biggest vice.) and drinking water with every meal.


Well, sadly though the years I have gained fifty of it back. Fat or in shape, I have the same problems. When I was going through my skinny phase, I always turned to food to save me emotionally, which is what caused me to inadvertently undo the work I did in 2006.


I drink Diet Coke now, but I am trying to cut back on it and I am drinking more water. If I walk everyday and become a good friend with water, I am confident that I can lose weight again.



It's not like I am in a rush. I lost weight before by honestly not thinking about the diet so much. I don't recall weighing myself much in those days because I had people telling me that I was losing weight, thus a scale was essentially not needed.



Sometimes weighing myself seems to cause stress and panic, so perhaps it's time to stop treating this diet stuff like a goal, relax, and let the diet work for me and not have me work for the diet. I believe I can do that by just making better choices. Skinny people eat and drink well without overthinking it because it's just their lifestyle and that's what I have to do.



In conclusion, I street performed last night. I may do it one more time in another costume, but as the same character. I was thinking of wearing a dress shirt, a tie, and work pants, but I haven't decided yet. Regardless, I can finally move pass Halloween - In a physical sense that is. Mentally, Halloween is daily for me. :) I'm always looking for new ideas and planning for Halloween months in advance. That's why I love this forum. :) Happy Halloween.
 

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Yep . This year's halloween was completely awful ! Everything got wrong , my project for the skeleton ball gown was completely destroyed when I knew that I was going to had a science project about dinosaurs in November 1 .
 

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Mr. Awful, I just wanted to chime in and say that I think you are a good writer and that you are very in tune with your thoughts and emotions. You seem very intuitive and empathetic.

Is it okay that I just want to hug everybody in here? Or at least a grasp of the shoulder to impart strength and unity.
 

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Mr. Awful, I really enjoyed reading your story, even though it was difficult to hear the sadness and frustration you have dealt with. You are a very good writer and maybe you should consider doing that professionally.

I was reminded of something I learned from a friend recently which profoundly changed how I am handling negativity (from others and from myself). My friend was talking about a period in her life when she was forced to work with a coworker who she said was "draining energy" from her. He appeared to be nice on the outside, and was doing nothing obvious but she felt depleted, physically sick after being around him, and he always seemed to be around her, no matter where she went, he wound up being at her side. She was beside herself in not knowing what to do about it. One night, she was watching a home movie of her parent's 50th wedding anniversary and the camera focused on her young nephew who was on the dance floor trailing the light patterns on the floor from the disco ball. Something made her focus on the love she felt for her nephew at that moment and she had a revelation. "I knew I was loved, and I have love, and I'm not going to let him steal that from me." From then on, whenever she encountered this coworker, she "protected" herself with a bubble of love. She focused on picturing all the love she knows and experiences in a bubble surrounding her. This completely ended the problem she had with this coworker and he even wound up helping her with a few things after that. He went on to do the same negative thing to other coworkers and she noticed he would be paired with people the company no longer wanted employed so they would quit eventually.

My own revelation after hearing her story was that I have been draining positive energy from myself. I was feeding into my own negativity, focusing on feelings of being inadequate, depressed, angry, anxious, guilty. It doesn't matter where the negativity is coming from, if you can protect yourself by refusing to feed into it, and focus on what you love or makes you feel loved, you are going to be moving in the right direction. You mentioned how it helps you to focus on how you feel when you help others feel happy and that's what made me think of this. So you can channel those feelings to protect you when things are making you feel bad and you are unable to control them.

Just another tool to help deal with life. I wish you, your mom, and your family all the best!
 
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