After years of trying to convince people that I can't deal with the fuss, my friends and family actually realised I meant it this year!
I settled for going to my relatives for coffee one morning a few days before hand and the night before I had a meal at my house followed by watching a film with my 3 closest friends and my partner.
No fuss. No small talk with people I hardly ever see (or care about). No singing. No breakdown.
It was excellent!
I hate my birthdays. Always have. Last year i just went for dinner with my parents an girlfriend. I can't handle the stress at home when having a party. I feel terrible weeks in advance and feel even worse in the week after such a party. The day actually has no meaning to me. I never really believed in age et cetera. People can't understand my opinion and say i'm missing out. Even those remarks make me feel miserable and depressed. Why can't people just accept that i really genuinely do not like my birthday.
When I was young kids from school gave parties and I wasn't invited. On my birthdays my mom invited all the kids from my class. Even the ones that were teasing me all the time. Looking through my photo-albums i see my forced smile on all the pictures.