Just being told I was ugly. Objectively I’m fine (although, of course, it’s all relative) and it took a while to work out.

I’m not conventionally handsome, but I have been fortunate enough to have good looking girls be attracted to me when I was a younger man. It blew me away as I believed I was a troll, thanks to toxic fuckers who took it upon themselves to comment negatively on my appearance when I was a teen. I still vividly remember one day in class this spotty new guy went on a sustained and articulate tirade about how weird looking I was. I had to fight to hold back the tears. This was 30 years ago and I still wince at the memory of it.

I’d pretty much come to terms with how weird I looked, then I went to uni in the city I was staggered to find that girls liked me. And not just for being the funny guy or whatever - there were genuinely women that would come on to me in clubs. It freaked me out to be honest.

To this day I don’t know if I was some sort of ugly duckling or what. Or maybe my face was just wrong for my rural home town, whereas the city, with it’s wider gene pool seemed to like me.

I also don’t get why these pricks (all men) wanted to bring me down. Guess some people are just mean bastards.

I don’t love you and I don’t believe you that you love me.

There were two times in my life where I grew my hair out and had shoulder-length long hair and I’ve gotten some pretty nasty comments for it, both online and in-person.

I’ve had some pretty nasty insults thrown at me, like “pedophile”, “tr***y”, etc

Even when I posted a pic of myself on another account on r/ToastMe on Reddit (basically opposite of RoastMe), most of the comments were people openly shitting on my appearance and the mods turned a blind eye to it…

I’m leaving you.

You’re not a person, just a lump of flesh with eyes. My teacher, when I was eleven

That my mom’s cancer was terminal.

My father and I already weren’t speaking and we all knew that it was coming. But I was in my early 20s and not ready to not have parents anymore. We’d also always been super close.

I survived, she obviously didn’t, and most people are fortunate enough to outlive their parents these days. But it’s brutal to lose a loved one decades early.

“Get over it, you’re a man, you should like it.” IT being endless levels of sexual harassment from a coworker.

“this is really painful”

I was sitting around a picnic table with a few friends and a couple new people we didn’t know too well. Someone had the idea that the new people go around and predict something about each of us, who they had basically just met.

One of them went around and said something super nice about each person, like “you’ll get that job you always wanted” or “you’ll have kids that will end up doing great things” stuff like that, kind of impersonal but nice generic predictions.

When she got to me she stopped, looked at me really hard, and said “you’re going to die, sad and alone.” There was silence for a few seconds and then most of us started cracking up, because we were sure she was joking. But when we stopped laughing, I saw she hadn’t even cracked a smile, and she looked me straight in the eye and said “I’m serious.” Then moved on and said something super nice about the next person.

This was more than 15 years ago and it hasn’t stopped bothering me. Needless to say, she and I never became friends.

“Sir, this IS the XL size”

“When we got together you were skinny and your hair was long.” After a long conversation about my looks changing over time. It should not be shocking that he, too, aged. Anyway yeah he left me for someone ten years younger…

My wife telling me that she can’t deal with me anymore in November 2024. We were together for twelve years. TBH, I was also sore that Trump just won the election despite that Project 2025 was public knowledge, so I was super vulnerable already, and her departure pushed me into a long-term psychotic break.

I had been getting progressively crazier in the years leading to her announcement. My psychotherapist discontinued my service to go on maternity leave some years before and I had then moved to Sacramento. Then the COVID-19 epidemic hit, everyone needed psychotherapy and so they all stopped taking Medicare since their schedules were packed with better payers. And then they all burned out.

So I went without mental health care for years figuring I could deal better than those who are not used to being crazy. Evidently not so.

There are more factors. Her job in construction was going south so she changed jobs to a non-profit that helps victims of human trafficking (and is still brutally busy but is far more fulfilled by her work), and the income difference affected our lifestyle.

its happened a few times in my life so i dont have an exact quote. i always wanted to be a part of something bigger than myself, be on a team, make something with my friends, help someone with their dream, whatever. i was basically told “you have no skills and no ability to help, so you would only get in the way”. it hurt so much to be deliberately excluded by people who i thought were my friends, to be told im worthless to them, im incapable of helping them. after a few of those i cant even bring myself to offer anymore, and no one ever asks. part of me doesnt see the point of living if this is how people see me.

“you’re an open book”, like they thought they knew me and that’s all I’ll ever be

“Grandma died during surgery”. I didn’t call her the night before because I thought it’d be awkward and I didn’t acknowledge the risk of heart surgery.