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This is my first thread here (...bit nervous)

My life timeline seems to go like this:-

Age 22 months - Potty-trained
Age 30 months - Started preschool
Age 4 - Started school
Age 8 - Got diagnosed with AS
Age 11 - Started puberty
Age 13 - Started periods
Age 16 - Left school
Age 17 - Started college
Age 18 - Left college and claimed unemployment
Age 20 - Got driver's license
Age 22 - Got first paying job
Age 24 - Met love of my life
Age 26 - Got engaged
Age 27 - Moved out of parent's house and started new job
Age 31 - Lost my mother
Age 32 - Got diagnosed with ADHD
Age 35 - Here I am now...

I'm interested in seeing your timelines, if you can remember roughly. You can put whatever milestones you want or anything that you call milestones even if they aren't to others.

Do I have to do it all in one post

Maestra Tamaya,

I like your first post here, but I am a bit anxious to put milestone detail here.(perhaps one of the downsides of working in ict security) my apologies. If we ever meet up (virtual or otherwise) I'll gladly share.
My sincerest condolences for he loss of your mother.

I'll share some highlights:
My dad left when I was 5
My Mom lost herself to alcohol
and passed away when I was 18.
Soon after my brother lost himself to drugs.
I crashed hard several times in my life, to the point that at one time I was job-, home- and penny-less.
but 3 full blown burnouts, a wife, 3 amazing children and a lot of time later I'm still here.

Kind regrads,
Kada

hi Tamaya, i'll try a very short version

@4 - school/KG
@6 - do not go to grade 1, go to 2
@11- 'bridge'class, then prep highschool for going to uni
@16-18- problems at home, thrown out
@18-24 - balancing act between quiet life and drug life
@24 - drivers licence & work
@25 - baby (planned, but things got again out of hand in the process, woman shelter)
------ hub out of institute, work, first in the parking lot then truck/lorry driver
@35 - move to house in france (cash)/fixer upper -luckily the house in nl got sold quite profitable
@40 - start of farming (sheep) before that and overlap; goats and cheesemaking, &&&&&

now ---stopped commercial farming, only can't get it officialized(yet), legal hoops & obligation of smartphone,

5: entered Kindergarten
11: finished elementary school, entered junior high
14: finished junior high, entered high school
17: first girlfriend
18: graduated from high school, entered community college
19: got cheated on by aforementioned girlfriend, first summer job
20: moved to current house, second summer job
21: got drivers' license
22: internship, second girlfriend, got 2-year technical degree
23: hired back full-time from internship job
24: bought first car in my name
26: second relationship ended (she and I are still friends)
27: left job, returned to college to work on my bachelor's degree
27-30: Most heartbreaking romantic pursuit of my life.
29: lost virginity in FWB situation, got bachelor's degree, began job search
31: second full-time job (first in private sector), let go after two weeks
33: third full-time job, again, let go after two weeks. Swore to never apply to contract work again.
35: took Java class, got an A in it
39: adopted Penny (my dog)
39-45 (current age): began studying data science and AI technology independently, received four certificates thus far.
41: long-time friend cuts contact over politics

Well if I could put all that down here even, It would be very depressing,still trying to get better and get a higher perspective on my life. That might allow for more miles of smiles ahead.

Age sixteen: Moved to a new town. Fresh start. Made new friends. Started BTEC college. This is really the point where I start to break out of my depression. I start to take better care of myself and my life. However, progress is not a straight line and I am still struggling at this point. I start to care about things though, I'm not just in survival mode anymore.

Eighteen: Started University. Foundation course before starting my degree.

Nineteen: Moved out to live closer to University. Joined an improv comedy group. Made friends with people in the LGBT uni society. I haven't quite mastered the art of independent living but I'm taking my first steps in that direction. I confront my inner demons and overcome my aversion to physical contact.

Twenty: Unfortunately, my time at uni is cut short due to the rise of Covid. The rest of my degree is taught via zoom and we communicate with each other by using sticky notes to write words on the windows. Time blurs together as I spend most of my time in lockdown in bed, somewhat listening to my lectures.

Twenty-two: I graduate on a random Thursday. Then I move back home.

Twenty-three: It no longer feels like home. I start my first job and then leave my first job. Depression starts creeping in again.

Twenty-five: After a really bad time job searching, I find a new temporary job. I start driving lessons again but this time with a good instructor. The urge to move out is stronger than ever.

Twenty-six: I start a new job. Another temporary role. I map out a detailed plan on moving out and continue looking for work. I start making an effort to get out more.

Interesting.

Do you feel a lot of your milestones were/are average, or below or above? I consider mine fairly average, except for starting paid work - not many people reach age 22 before starting their first paying job.

0 born
12, SAT, bullying, menstruation
18 first job, ucsd
21, gender therapy, academic dismissal , car stolen
24, started testosterone, BA
33, menopause
37, home Depot

This might be long (I’m old AF, lol…)

6 kindergarten
7 grade 1. Not doing well. Mostly bored in class, daydream and fall behind
8 grade 2. Realize I’m not a boy. Can’t say anything to anyone about it.
. Bullied throughout school. Everyone thinks I’m weird. Move a lot.
13 high school. Suicidal.
16 “graduate”. Still suicidal.
17 run away from home, hitchhike across the country.
18 quit school, do odd jobs. Still living at home.
19 first apartment. Not ready.
20 fall in love. Move back home.
21 attempt to go to university. Quit by March break.
22 computer programming course
23 get married
24 suicide attempt
25 first child.
27 second child
30 third child (also unemployed)
42 longest job ever (22 years)
55 finally come out as trans
56 estrogen, move out of marital home, start social transition
57 gender surgery
61 diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety. Start disability leave
65 retirement. Disability benefits end, no other choice.
Also sever my left quadricep tendon.
69 now. Found out I’m also autistic.

Lots of life-altering milestones.

Colleen

Mine is a bit fuzzy...

Got diagnosed in elementary school

Got held back a year in elementary school.

Middle School: begin to feel increasingly isolated from everyone around me, thanks in part to well-meaning attempts at trying to 'fix' my social skills making me feel like I was always going to be that weirdo who would never fit in and who everyone didn't want to be around, but they won't to come out and admit to it in a way I can grasp, leaving me clueless thanks to aforementioned lack of social skills.

Due to a mix of fear of messing up and pride (I had a inflated sense of ego due to my aspergers and Special Interests making me more knowledgeable in certain areas) I retreat ever-more into novels and games, which in retrospect does nothing to help the aforementioned social issues.

Discover porn and 'related' activities' in late Middle school/early High School, get addicted to dopamine release and as a substitute to filling the hole of being increasingly lonely and isolated but not realizing it. Parents install internet blocker at home to try and stop things with mixed success. I feel increasingly helpless in face of what is a growing addiction to porn and general screen addiction. But am too ashamed/think this is natural/don't want to admit I have a problem to talk about the first with anyone or realize what is even happening with the second one.

Graduated High school in 2010.

Started Community College in 2010 in what was supposed to be a short two year liberal arts major before moving onto a Real College. Begin seriously dating my second girlfriend. Begin working part time at what will be the first of several jobs.

Porn and screen addiction continues to grow.

2012-ish Unknowingly made my then-girlfriend my Special Interest and drove her away by being too intrusive and needy. Got more depressed, fall into vicious cycle with the screen and porn addiction. My healthy mentally and physically became terrible, which affected my college and job performance, which then increased the aforementioned addictions.

Feeling that I'm never going to amount to anything and will die alone begins to creep in and intensifies over the next few years. Begin spending time in a sort of 'mental time machine', where I imagine how things would have gone for the better if only I'd done Insert Things Here.

2013 Switch majors to business, still in community college.

Father is diagnosed with cancer in my third year at community college after years of warning signs that doctors ignored. These revelations do nothing for my mindset.

Manage to graduate community college in 2016 by skin of teeth. Dad is still alive, but increasingly frail. I try to help as best I can, but feel ashamed and a failure whose done nothing but let him down. Mental health remains bad.

Late 2017: Father commits suicide in backyard with gun. Leaves behind a journal, in which he allegedly says some unkind things about me and others- I intentionally avoid learning the details; my mom and family tell me not to take it personally, as he was very sick and not in his right mind towards the end. I desperately try to cling to this reassurance.

2018: manage to get assisted housing, social security and so on thanks to my mom pushing for it. Feel isolated and lonely. Feel like I've made all the wrong choices in life, that there is no hope for me and that I will die alone and forgotten. Become increasingly depressed and afraid of the future and what will happen to me, but feel powerless to change it or myself. Spend far too much time then in healthy in mental time machine and distracting myself with fiction of the normal kind but also increasingly the NSFW sort

2020: COVID, lose part time job. Avoid job-hunting to try and fix myself mentally, though do to apathy and screen addiction, this spends a lot of time spinning its wheels.

2022: begin conversion to Orthodox Christianity. Fully convert a year later. Begin making strides against various additions (screen/dopamine, porn)

2024: begin to make some strides against my various addictions, but are still troubled by them. Still feel depression and fear for my future, feel increasingly certain that I will die alone and that no woman would want to marry someone like me in a world where relationships feel increasingly transactional and out of touch with reality.

2025: being making serious strides against screen addiction and porn addiction. Only to find out with Trump's Big Beautiful Bill I might lose my apartment and one source of pride. Feel increasingly frantic and growing depression, praying to God for help and trying to find a way out. Feelings of being a failure and hopeless continue.