Hi everyone, I came to this site to tell my story, maybe it will help someone. This is my experience of overcoming fears. The thing is that I was very afraid to drive a car. No, the words "very afraid" do not convey my condition at all. I was shaking behind the wheel. A lot of people run to get their license as soon as they turn 18. I didn't. My parents kept telling me, "how many accidents? You'll be safe." Or "look how the neighbor crashed the car", "here, she has a head injury, and now she's sick, and if she hadn't driven the car, she'd be in one piece". And it was imprinted in my head that "a car is scary, an accident, disability". I was also told that I was "inattentive", "it's very difficult to drive a car". And I was afraid. Every year the need to drive increased. So I decided to get my license. I asked my father to teach me how to drive, and I was told no, "It's dangerous." I asked my husband to teach me to drive a little bit at a time. To which I got a "you can't handle it...and you'll delete the car" refusal. I don't remember exactly what the "last straw" was, but I decided to study for my license "secretly". I paid for a driving school and started attending classes. I learned the theory quickly. But when the practice of driving began, I started to have fears. I remembered everything that I was told "you can't do it, it's hard"....

I was shaking while driving, I was paralyzed by fear and I really couldn’t. The instructor told me and another guy that we were the worst. Moreover, when we started training in a city where there was a lot of traffic, I was afraid of cars. Everyone. It seemed to me that they would definitely come at me. Or I'm on them. Large or expensive cars were especially scary. Because a big car is a potential death

Due to panic while driving, I did not listen to the instructor. The instructor considered himself very experienced, and his pride was greatly affected by the fact that he could not teach me. In the morning, he told me that when he saw that the first student on his schedule was me, he assessed his day as unsuccessful. I told him that he was probably a bad teacher. Angry, he told me “I will teach you, no matter what it costs me.” He explained that I needed to remove the “barrier”.

When I started driving in the car, we continued to argue about whether he was a good teacher. During the argument, I became angry, and it no longer mattered to me whether I was afraid or not. I was all in this argument. At some point, the instructor said admiringly, “look how well you rode,” when you’re angry, you forget about fear. I myself was surprised that this was so. Yes, he was right, I drove and was not afraid, I went through all the turns. At this point, I got a call from work asking me to come over right away. I hurried off and asked my driving instructor to drive me. And he said no. I got angry, so I drove myself. I was only thinking that I had to get there as soon as possible, there was no fear, because my mind was dominated by "hurry to work". At the intersection, I looked at the instructor and saw that he was happy. "You are driving very well! You see, when you really have to go somewhere, you are not afraid", he said. He was smiling and satisfied. I can say that breaking my fear barrier was helped by my anger. When I was angry, there was no fear. But that doesn't mean I didn't work on the residual slight fear of driving later on. But I'll write about that another time)

In honor of my wedding anniversary, I want to write my story. I have two children and a happy marriage. I want to tell all the "beauties" who "lose weight" - I'm fat!!!! I've always been fat! But I'm happy! I have a good education and a job. My husband is the boss at my work, he is very smart. It didn't work out for me right away. Before marriage, I dated a handsome young man. I happened to get pregnant and he was afraid of the responsibility. I gave birth to a child.... raised him alone, with help from my parents. The child was disabled, he had problems with his legs. my parents played a huge role in supporting me. I treated my child and he got back on his feet...I studied at the same time. I never thought I'd be lucky enough to get married. And then I met him. My future husband. He amazed me with his erudition and reading. He was a kind, intelligent and honest guy. In his life he was neglected by women-he had a neurological disease and limped. He thinks I'm the most beautiful. We had another child, he is healthy. My husband is the head of the state institution where I work. We're doing great! I wrote this in support of all the "fat" girls and guys who are neglected by women.

For a long time I didn't dare to write my story on the site. My nightmares have resumed, and I'm again dreaming about a fat drunk man molesting me. He didn't hear the word no and I now feel "dirty". It's been 3 years that I've spent in promiscuous sexual relationships. It was both men and girls. I wanted to get clean, forget everything. But it didn't work, he comes to me in my dreams.... I want to get back at him for making me dirty.... But how? Now he's an alcoholic, he's become worthless. Sometimes my anger at him is so strong that I kill him in a procee: killing in the middle of a computer game

Greetings everyone! I read here, on the site, stories of abandoned girls who do not know what to do and decided to write my story. We had a "guest marriage" for 9 years. That means we spent weekends together. All 9 years it seemed to me that this is a person who is mentally close to me. We told each other everything everything, trusted each other a lot. I was probably more supportive of him than he was of me. But I felt emotionally supported by him too. When I got sick, he gave me injections and personally took me to the hospital for surgery. They operated on my spine for three hours. Then I was lying down for a long time, and I couldn't walk properly. He hasn't visited me in the hospital once since my surgery. Our mutual friends brought me food, but he was never there. As I found out later, he decided that I would remain an invalid. So he decided to leave me. When I called from the hospital and asked him to take me home by car, he said I could order a car myself. I couldn't believe he could do that.

My friends picked me up from the hospital. They were also shocked at what my boyfriend had done to me. I went home to my parents' house. A couple of days later, he (my boyfriend) called and asked for help with our work. I thought he'd come to his senses and helped by making calls. But I was wrong. It wasn't any better afterward. I couldn't sit or walk for a long time, I could only ride in the car lying down. I needed help. He wouldn't take me anywhere. He wouldn't help me with groceries. After a month I was able to walk to our house (near my parents). I happily called, letting him know I could walk a little and was standing outside the house. He refused to come out. I was in despair, I could not realize the betrayal. When my friend took me to the doctor, I shared with her that I was now abandoned. That I was without a man, and who needs someone like me, like an invalid, after the operation.

A friend said to me, "Well, meet someone." I loudly told her "I can't even sit in a cafe for a meeting! It hurts me to sit for more than 20 minutes." To which she yelled, "If you can't sit, lie down! Do something." I guess it was a sudden jolt that made me want to overcome my illness. I don't know why they had such an effect on me, they made me laugh for a long time. Then somehow I was able to meet a guy a day later who helped me with everything. He took me to all the doctors, outdoors, just around town, and it didn't bother him that I couldn't walk well. He didn't let me go through a long betrayal and helped me get back on my feet. To all those who have been abandoned, I want to say, there was a bad guy, you will have a good one.