Cruel(lest) ways you've been rejected?

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Welcome, xalepax! You won't be left out here, this is an awesome forum!

I have had experiences of being left behind because nobody really cares if I'm there or not. But when I started hanging around with the girls I was friends with at my old school, I tested them by saying, "Here, I gotta go to the library to check out a book," before we went to lunch. Fake friends would have said, "Meh, we'll meet you at lunch." Real friends, which is what these girls were, went with me and we all went to lunch together.

Being chased out of the school by a couple hundred people, rounded up, beaten and made to worry about whether I would live or not. Yeaaaaaaaaaaa...

xalepax, that is a very sad story. I would feel so horrible if that had happened to me. Although that exact thing has never happened to me, I have been in situations that have made me feel very similar. I would never do that to someone! I probably would have gone into the shop with you rather than make you go alone.

I certainly want no part in making anyone feel unwelcome. I will make sure to reply to your introductory post and make sure you feel welcome here any time I see you around

oh man, i just remembered one today.

I've had this pushed to the back of my mind for a while; for my dads funeral my grandfather and uncles asked me to be a pallbearer with them, which considering i was like 14/15 at the time I thought was awesome of them to ask. so do the whole funeral/cremation thing and then....nothing. didn't here a peep from them for probably two to three years until i find out that they had gone ahead and scattered his ashes without even telling me or my (genuine) family. Man that f****ing hurt. I hadn't even thought about what was going to be done with the ashes until I found out about this, apparently it was at the behest of my granddad for the most part, prick that he is. next time that i see one of my uncles while out with one of my old school friends, bam! it all hits me and in tears, pretty much snot and brine all over my face. I ask him straight up in front of his workmates and friends as to why? can't answer it.

Another of my more painful rejections is when I had a crush on the most popular boy in the class back in primary school. My "friend" told him I liked him, and he turned me down very publicly. That's why I never admit my true feelings anymore.

Years later, I'm still angry at him. If I ever see him again, he's in for the most embarrassing painful tabasco-sauce-related revenge EVER.

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stuff happened on the streets and in prison. not great places for ASD women.
i will refrain from a detailed exposition.

Probably when my best friend outed my sexuality to all of my old friends. I can never talk to those people again. The tiny bit of respect they might of had for me just died.

Considering, that all my college buddies went off to bigger universities less than a month after that occurrence and a few months before that my girlfriend broke up with me, I was left literally friendless. That's when me anxiety went from minimal to I can't even go to walmart with my mom. I'm slowly working my way down to minimal again. That all started three years ago and I still feel the effects everyday. I didn't even take a roll call on the damage that was done to me until last year because it was too much to even contemplate.

In high school, I wasn't very social, which made me the de facto target.

Among the most upsetting things i had happen to me was having my head slammed into a wall, being burned with a butane lighter, and being stabbed in the chest with a knife.

the overall effect was to make me feel like nobody wanted to be my friend, which turned out not to be entirely true.

When I was a freshman in high school way back in 1979-1980, I had a couple older friends who were also in the school jazz and marching bands with me. The three of us liked caves. On my aunt and uncle's property a few miles from my family's house were some neat caves. Those two friends had expressed interest in them, and I was eager to take them there---but I couldn't drive yet, so they were going to stop by my house and pick me up and go to the caves one weekend afternoon. I remember waiting and waiting outside the house by the driveway for them to pick me up---they never came. When I later talked to them at school, they made up some excuse for not following through with the plans. A phone call would have been nice as I remember waiting for them for over an hour.