Even as a child, my family knew that it was difficult for me to be in public. As soon as others were there or people of the same age, I was excluded or bullied. I was always the victim and was severely depressed as a small child. I was always in a bad mood when my mother used to invite guests to my birthday. I knew I was a loser. For me, looser time is nothing new that came with adulthood. I was a loser even as a small child. I had mental breakdowns in public quite often. I was crying hard and couldn't breathe. Its never began. Just imagine if I would go to a party or a concert. I still remember lying in bed when I was 13 and my family wanted to go to the swimming pool and I was lying in bed with a bad headache. that was every time they wanted to go somewhere.
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