A coworker telling me that the only reason the company I work for keeps me around is so that everyone has somebody to laugh at.
A crisis hotline telling me that the life I described simply wasn’t worth living and that it was probably too late for me to do much to change it.
My mother screaming at me nearly every day and night for years about how much she hated me and wished I was dead.
A psychologist telling me that I need to realize that socially I’m decades behind and will never catch up.