Life stories

canadiancutie

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Everyone should come here and write about their life stories because yeah, I'm curious. Everyone that does totally gets the label of being a cool kid. ( I don't mean life stories like "Oh I'm, from Kansas and got married and now I post on lit"...I mean I want details people!! why are you the way you are?)
 
Why am I the way I am? Oh, that's easy! My dad dropped me on my head one too many times!

:writing up life story.... eventually:
 
My life the movie...

<cringe> Um... <looks for a way out of this thread before people notice>

Uh... Hi...

Sorry didn't mean to interupt...

:eek:


Myparentsdivorcedwheniwas6.

Oh... sorry...
*ahem*
When my brother and I were much much younger children we traveled between parents without a family member with us. I was the buffer zone between my 5 year old very shy brother and strangers - like the Stewardess and the person sitting in the third seat in the row. 'Course this was in the early 70's so random child disappearances by perverts were not that common then. I learned to have a mouth and ask questions when needed, because there was no one there to do it for me. It has served me very well over the years, I manage to find stuff faster in stores and get where I am going because I am not afraid to ask for help when I need it. I got heaps more self-confidence than I will ever be able to use in this lifetime. On the other hand... I sometimes talk too much.

So if anyone has stupid questions that they are too shy to ask in person, just PM me and I'll ask them for you.

I'm also a bit of a control freak where it come to knowing where I am what I am doing, how I react and where my things are. That is because of something that happened just before I turned 16. There was a family... blowup that left me feeling stranded at my granparents home far far away from my own home and a father who would not settle on plans for when he was coming up to pick up some thing from the grandparents and had no respect for my request to return to my mother's home in time to be at school for the first day (loved school but also had a class I had to get switched and really needed to be there the first day to do that). So, between the blowup between my brother and my Dad, which he blamed me for knowing was going to happen (I swear I had not talked to my brother at all about it) and my personal feeling of being left hung out to dry, I just about killed myself. :eek:
If I had known then what I know now about leathal doses of asprin... I would have been dead because I was at the grandparent's place alone that day and it was like 11 AM and they weren't due home until 5. If I had taken all the pills in the bottle and not just half I wouldn't be here today.

The last time I talked to my Dad or saw him I was 18? I think. I just don't trust my father anymore and I don't plan on going anywhere that he is unless I take my own car and can leave any time I want to go.

:eek:

Um... did I tell you I sometimes talk too much....
 
Geeze, I hate these sort of threads because I find that all it amounts to is some sort of perverted my-life-is-so-much-worse-than-yours sort of argument. It's like measuring cocks, but only in reverse. I don't normally go out to find an available shoulder to cry on, so let me just throw this at ya. Be warned....

I was born in the same city I currently reside in. It seems that nobody can ever seem to leave for long, but there you go. My childhood was fairly uninteresting up until I was 6 when my mother was diagnosed with Lupus. As a kid, I spent quite a bit of time visiting her in hospital, perhaps a bit too much then I should have. My grades suffered, my attitude suffered, and I had a pretty troubled time growing up. My father was both an alcoholic and a workaholic, and when my mother died (I was 10) he only got worse with time. My brother left the family as soon as he could get away (I believe he was 15 at the time) after one too many fights with my Dad. That left me pretty much alone with my Dad up until I was 17-18 years old. The one thing I can give him is that he never hit me or was physcially abusive, but when he drank, my father became violently paranoid and emotionally abusive. I was reminded several times that "as soon as I'm 16 I'm out of the house because he didn't want me around". Again, my grades would only continue to spiral downwards leading to a cycle of being told I wasn't good at anything important and therefore not trying to get any better. Many teachers couldn't understand why I did so badly in school, as I displayed fairly high aptitude for the sciences and english. Looking back, I know that I was so unmotivated because it seemed nothing I could do would be good enough. Why bother if you're not going to receive recognition, after all?

There were a few nights I remember that I could have easily taken my life because my life was so full of self-doubt and loneliness. I've always hated it when quite a few teenagers in school talked about how miserable their parents made them or how embaressing they were to be around. I'd say 95% of those kids don't know how lucky they really are. They didn't have to put up with a parent dying, having another parent live inside a bottle for 10 years, or having a brother live on the streets because he was too strong enough to put up with things anymore. For so many years I learned to cook and eat by myself, look after the house by myself, and try my best to stay out of my father's way. I don't know how I did it all for so long. I know that quite often I woke up crying during the night, though I was never entirely sure why.

Things began to turn-up for me when my father got engaged and later married to my step-mother. By then I was pretty much living on my own and didn't deal a lot with him, but I was happy that he finally had someone to streer him straight. The big break for me came when I was invited to work for a company in the UK (Scotland, to be exact) which I jumped at. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for me to become completely disenfranchised with the company I belonged to, and after only two-and-a-half years, the company folded and I had was stranded in Edinburgh with no job, no money, and no way to get back home. Luckily, I found a new job after several months of searching and finally saved enough money for a plane ticket home. I have to say, however, that despite all the work problems I encountered and all the hassles associated with my employers (they would later be investigated by the Department of Works and Pensions for fraud), I made some very good friends and had a pretty enjoyable life outside the confines of the office. Now that I am back home, my life just continues to improve. I'm finally in a relationship (of sorts - it's complicated) with someone I really love and I'm back with some of the few friends I had during my high school days. My relationship with my Dad is still quite shaky, but I'm starting to lose my anger. I've met my brother for the first time in a decade a few months ago, and I may be moving into Toronto for another job.

So that's basically it. Things were normal for me at first, then got really REALLY bad for quite a number of years, and now things are picking up. I honestly and truly thank God for everything I've had and gone through, because I know it could have been a lot worse. I wish I could say how much my family now means to me, but I just can't bring myself to it. My friends, both here and the ones I speak to over in Edinburgh treated me far better than any blood relation I know. Maybe someday things will work out. Probably sooner as opposed to later, I would expect, however.
 
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*injects insulin*

I'ma gonna need this after all the schmaltzy syruppy goo is downed.

Anyways, I was born a flatlander. We moved quite a bit until I ended up in Edmonton. At one point I was living in a mennonite village just north of Saskatoon. It's not all bad, the people were generally nice for all I can remember. Being 4 or 5 years old usually has those restrictions on memory. Anyways, I moved to Edmonton and ended up in one of the rougher parts of town - well at least the school was rough. I went through the usual angstsy stuff that one would experience being a consistent bullied person. In fact, all my siblings who went to that school - at one point having as much as four go to that school - were bullied to no end at that school. Same deal in junior high though by grade eight I had moved to a nicer part of town and had a blast throughout the rest of schooling carreer until grade 12 which became an angst fest and resulted in some curious mishaps with psychiatrists and the sort.

Anyways, that was generally my school life. My pashions have through a lot of things - at first it was drawing and I did pretty well until about grade eight where my interest dropped out from it. My passion from writing began in grade 1 and then ended in grade 10, most likely crushed by my dismal experiences running through high school English courses. Seriously, high school English has killed any interest in me reading anything fictional other than the occasional short story of particular interests or reading technical texts (manuals and textbooks). My interest in music started early but at first it was just random doodling but it later became an interest once I got my hands on computers. I took some piano lessons from my mom, some viola lessons at the elementary level and later choral training in high school. Right now I am nearing confident in my music as to releasing demos and stuff but I'm still assembling my demo.

Other than that, my main interest is math. In school I always did well in math contests. I placed 2nd place in the entire grade for a math contest (a school of 600 students in elementary and 800 in Junior High) for most of the years. In High School, I started to formulate the body formed by all complex numbers (Hamiltonian and beyond). However I failed to prove, or failed to find a way of proving that Euler's representation of Hamiltonian numbers was only a demonstration of it. My whole thesis was to prove that Hamiltonian numbers were parallel or something. I think I needed to go into further mathematics to go on to prove the thesis but whatever, I've long lost my notes to it and math has become more of a numbers game for me. I like number games - which is probably why I am aiming to get into accounting.

And right now I am out of school trying to muster money into NAIT to get that. Fun fun.
 
I was born in south Anria, about fifteen miles east of Jhas, in a small unnamed farming community. My mother, Heelia Rieo, was a farmer, she owned the largest farm in the region, and was sort of the mayor of the community, or perhaps the elder, although she wasn't very old, she worked the farms since she was old enough to walk, just about, she did it all her life.
My father, Jalle Alonii was a miner who worked in the Siees mines in the Great Anrian range, or at least he was for the first half of his life. One day, working in a new shaft, someone blasted when they shouldn't have, he was caught in the collapse, he was lucky to live, but his left leg was lamed, so they let him go, gave him a good severence package, which he used to buy some land in nearby my mother's farm. The two ended up married, and from them I came.
They sent me off to school in Jhas, they wanted me to have a better job than them. I did well in school, never astoundingly well, but well enough to get myself into a secondary school. Of course, all my education was occuring during the War in Tollai Siena, during the first phases of the Nomari incursions, Tollai Siena fell fully about when I started my training, I was going into networking.
At this time, the Anrian church went through it's revamping as well, they cast out their spiritual beliefs, forming a strict philosophical set of tenents, they siezed control of the chaotic government that had been thrown in to disorder from the ascending, they saved Amaria where Tollai Siena failed.
I Never gave much thought to joining the Church's army, but when the Nomari declared war on the Church, and landed an attack force in South Anria, I had to do something. I joined the army right away, and started training to become a Naxtu Rider. Of course, training to become a Naxtu rider takes about three years, and those three years I spent near Alca, while the Nomari advanced in Anria, and started attacking Acca too. The Church Military was very disorganized at first, they had replaced almost all the administration, removing all the corrupt officials. After my training completed, I started fighting against the Nomari invaders, who now were advancing quickly through our great continent of Amaria, and who had siezed half of it. The only reason they hadn't taken all of Amaria was the fact that the highlands of Alca were nearly impossible to attack, and we defended it fiercely. Still, we still were pushed back, and I survived many a battle, with many close calls too. Soon I was promoted to Bishop, and given a command of Naxtu riders of my own, The Silver Lances.
When the Attack on Sakai commenced, followed by the Ai islands slaughter, our Generals last ditch attempt to turn the tides, I stayed back in Alca. After the success of the Ai islands slaughter, we started pushing the weakened Nomari forces back, and I was on the western front, pushing them back towards Acca. We succeeded easily enough, the Nomari lost their leader, and over half their forces.
Once we pushed the Nomari back to the last defencible line in Acca, they fortiified, and we besieged them for just over a year. Finally, once we broke their lines, we pushed them back to the ocean, finally, and I was reassigned to the barricades on the Great Anrian Range. I've been at this barricade for two weeks, and I'm writing this from my Office Computer. The Nomari have camped near our Barricade, and we're expecting an attack tomorrow, so I'd better wrap this up.
Wish me luck.
Bishop Sernrol Alonii
(Yes "I" wrote this, and tonight too :p)
 
Aeroil said:
I was born in south Anria, about fifteen miles east of Jhas, in a small unnamed farming community. My mother, Heelia Rieo, was a farmer, she owned the largest farm in the region, and was sort of the mayor of the community, or perhaps the elder, although she wasn't very old, she worked the farms since she was old enough to walk, just about, she did it all her life.
My father, Jalle Alonii was a miner who worked in the Siees mines in the Great Anrian range, or at least he was for the first half of his life. One day, working in a new shaft, someone blasted when they shouldn't have, he was caught in the collapse, he was lucky to live, but his left leg was lamed, so they let him go, gave him a good severence package, which he used to buy some land in nearby my mother's farm. The two ended up married, and from them I came.
They sent me off to school in Jhas, they wanted me to have a better job than them. I did well in school, never astoundingly well, but well enough to get myself into a secondary school. Of course, all my education was occuring during the War in Tollai Siena, during the first phases of the Nomari incursions, Tollai Siena fell fully about when I started my training, I was going into networking.
At this time, the Anrian church went through it's revamping as well, they cast out their spiritual beliefs, forming a strict philosophical set of tenents, they siezed control of the chaotic government that had been thrown in to disorder from the ascending, they saved Amaria where Tollai Siena failed.
I Never gave much thought to joining the Church's army, but when the Nomari declared war on the Church, and landed an attack force in South Anria, I had to do something. I joined the army right away, and started training to become a Naxtu Rider. Of course, training to become a Naxtu rider takes about three years, and those three years I spent near Alca, while the Nomari advanced in Anria, and started attacking Acca too. The Church Military was very disorganized at first, they had replaced almost all the administration, removing all the corrupt officials. After my training completed, I started fighting against the Nomari invaders, who now were advancing quickly through our great continent of Amaria, and who had siezed half of it. The only reason they hadn't taken all of Amaria was the fact that the highlands of Alca were nearly impossible to attack, and we defended it fiercely. Still, we still were pushed back, and I survived many a battle, with many close calls too. Soon I was promoted to Bishop, and given a command of Naxtu riders of my own, The Silver Lances.
When the Attack on Sakai commenced, followed by the Ai islands slaughter, our Generals last ditch attempt to turn the tides, I stayed back in Alca. After the success of the Ai islands slaughter, we started pushing the weakened Nomari forces back, and I was on the western front, pushing them back towards Acca. We succeeded easily enough, the Nomari lost their leader, and over half their forces.
Once we pushed the Nomari back to the last defencible line in Acca, they fortiified, and we besieged them for just over a year. Finally, once we broke their lines, we pushed them back to the ocean, finally, and I was reassigned to the barricades on the Great Anrian Range. I've been at this barricade for two weeks, and I'm writing this from my Office Computer. The Nomari have camped near our Barricade, and we're expecting an attack tomorrow, so I'd better wrap this up.
Wish me luck.
Bishop Sernrol Alonii
(Yes "I" wrote this, and tonight too :p)

...and then you masturbated and went to sleep?
 
All of the more interesting details of my life have already been posted on Lit, at some point or another.
 
Hmmm. I don't mind writing mine up, but I'm not sure why I'd post it. What's the reason for the interest, CC? I don't mind sharing, I just don't think I'm very interesting so I can't imagine what you'd want to know for! ;)
 
Etoile said:
Hmmm. I don't mind writing mine up, but I'm not sure why I'd post it. What's the reason for the interest, CC? I don't mind sharing, I just don't think I'm very interesting so I can't imagine what you'd want to know for! ;)


Not that you asked, but I find you to be one of the most intriging people on the board. I don't know what it is exactly but you have something that just draws me to your posts.
 
canadiancutie said:
Everyone should come here and write about their life stories because yeah, I'm curious. Everyone that does totally gets the label of being a cool kid. ( I don't mean life stories like "Oh I'm, from Kansas and got married and now I post on lit"...I mean I want details people!! why are you the way you are?)

Egads!! OK here goes nothing.

I am the product of a white mother and black father born in the early 70's. (One of the first acknowledged bi-racial children in My small home town.) I was raised by my first stepfather and mum for 12 years of my life in an extremely abusive household. (I have talked about the extent of the abuse all over the threads concerning masochism so I refuse to get into that again.) My mum left him not long after my 12th birthday and we moved from MD to WV. (where she met my second stepdad and the best man I have ever known)

My baby sister passed away when I was 14 which led to a small rebellion against GOD and my family that lasted a good year or two. I came out as an active bisexual at age 16 (luckily I had a helluva mom). By 10th grade I was maintaining a 3.9 and was considering a career in the medical field.

Fast forward to my senior year. I had my son exactly one month after my 18th birthday. Got a job and finished out that year (My average dropped by almost a full point)..moved out with my little boy one week after graduation.

Met my girls' father in '93 (when I moved back to MD) and stayed with him (off and on) for close to 11 years. We are still trying to figure out how to be parents without being a couple.

Met my current lover in 2003. We ended and then got back together earlier this year. I am trying to come to terms with the death of my best friend (3-26-04) my mum. I still have major depressions which end (as often as not) with me wanting to hurt myself or someone else. What does all of this have to do with who and what I am today?

Actually; quite a bit. I am a Daddi..not by choice but by nature. I am a masochist, again not by choice...tis almost as natural as breathing. I am a walking talking contradiction. I am most comfortable when I control the people and things around me..I am even more comforted when they NEED me to do so. My love of reading (discovered when I was 4 years old...my first book ever *A Wrinkle in Time*) has parlayed itself into a need to express Myself through the written word.

I still would like to go back to school and get My RN..I just don't think my heart could take it right now..(as I was paid as a CNA to take care of my mum and was in the house when she died..)

There you go, make of that what you will...

Luna :rose:
 
Okay here is mine, hope you won't be bored to tears lol....

In the biggest blizzard in Chicago's modern history, I was born in the winter of love. That would be 1968. I weathered the 70's, the 80's, the 90's, became a libertarian cynic and business entrepreneur.

During all those years, and after going through 16 years of therapy because I thought I was damaged because I liked pain, I figured out that indeed I am a pain-loving masochist.

At 18 I had my first Master, but not my last. Had a few others, a Mistress and finally moved to Siberia in 1987...well Minnesota...but it felt like Siberia. I took a break from the lifestyle, wanting to be "normal" (ha!) but that didn't last long.

Ended up meeting hubby in 1989, got married, had a kid in 1996 and then in 1998, fell back in -- like a drunk off the wagon...and started polyamourous relations with hubby and a new Master.

In 2003, I discovered Literotica, first to publish stories, and then got drawn to these boards. After a rocky beginning, I think I get along with most folks here.

Fast forward to last year, I ended a long-term relationship with a Master I had been with for 7 years. It was a really hard spell for me, but right before it ended, I got an email from another Master who wanted to write erotica with me (my other passion is writing). The then Master gave his permission and a friendship bloomed with this new Master. This new Master (who is my current forever Master) helped me out, helped me transition, was patient until I begged his collar and now I am his and really couldn't be happier.

That's my life in a nutshell (help I'm trapped in a nutshell...ohhh groan I know that's a bad joke).

Yawn. :)

P.S I forgot to mention that I am bi-sexual (have been my whole life) and am one kinky mofo.
 
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