I don’t want to go to a psychologist in real life. This is mostly due to the social stigma and the nature of medical records, as I could quite easily afford to go if I were so inclined. The psychologist my parents made me go to when I was 15 tried to put me on Prozac after the first meeting. I refused to say a word to him the entire time I was there, mostly due to the presence of my father. I resented that he was doing my talking for me and that the psychiatrist wasn’t making any attempt to allow me to speak for myself.
I’m 25 and work as a software developer, with a master’s degree in computer science. For most of my life, I’ve had difficulty dealing with other people. I’m not close with my brother, even though we’re almost exactly alike. I feel like I can’t understand my brother even though I want to. I feel as if my father resented me growing up, and he once told me that my birth was a mistake. When he was drunk he blamed his divorce on me and told me that I had chased away my mother with my abusive behavior. My parents later got back together. To be fair, I’ve been very unkind to my mother in the past. Her overbearing and intensely and inadvertently critical nature have made me overreact to a lot of her actions and words. I regret this. In school I wasn’t very popular mostly due to a complete lack of social skills and the fact that I hadn’t been allowed to have friends until I was around 11 or 12. I was beaten up in school and made fun of on a fairly regular basis. During this time I developed an intense resentment of authority that is probably typical of the teenage years. I became a hermit of sorts in college. I went out mostly at night, except for classes, and went on walks. I had almost literally no friends and retreated into the sordid world of internet porn and online gaming. I made a point of not socializing. My misadventures with the Internet began when I was 13 and used Yahoo! Chat. Later this turned into an addiction to the Yahoo! News message boards until they closed in 2006. The summer after I graduated, I made some friends through an extremely sociable, yet very mad man I met at the beginning of the summer. I suspected he was bipolar, and he told me that was correct.
Do I just lack social skills, or am I nuts? I mean, I don’t want to hurt anyone. I just want to have some close friends, eventually get married and have kids and grow old in a nursing home while my mind rots and I watch MacGyver reruns.















The things you’ve described sound nothing like insanity! You’ve obviously been through some really tough crap and are having to deal with both the emotional pressures of your parents as well as your own guilt. I think these are normal reactions, though, and the fact that your understanding of your own responsibility for the ways you’ve acted are pretty healthy. You haven’t in this particular question said anything about having hurt anyone, so I’m not sure why you’re so filled with worry that you would. Social interaction is tough for a lot of people, and not to be glib, but there seems to be a higher population of socially disinclined people amongst software developers than is representative of the general population. The only real solution to your problem is to actually connect with some people. You said that in the past, you’ve made a point to be unsocial, and you’re obviously intelligent enough to know that now you must make a point to be social instead. This doesn’t mean you have to go to bars or party or other such behaviors that you might not enjoy or relate to. I, myself, have never been able to relax in an atmosphere like that. However, it might be easier if you were to think of something you like to do and find others who like that, too?
If your question here is accurately descriptive, you’re nowhere near crazy. At worst, there are a few social kinks to work out of your system and a few issues to deal with at home- whether you actually deal with them with your family or just figure out how to live with them emotionally. I see absolutely no reason why you shouldn’t end up with a nice wife and in that nursing home you aspire to.