Dissociative Disorder

I had to suffer through that shit, and I would not wish them the same. Some Muslims can be good people, that is not the issue. The overall population of Muslims are fucking horrible individuals. Teachers might tell you some b*llshit about how "every child gets treated the same" in their classroom. That is b*llshit and they know it. The truth is that those teachers know that if they would, in any way, do anything against the "Special minority" they will have the School Board on their ass immideatedly, and get fired. Besides that at our school there was the constant atmosphere that if a teacher would do or say anything wrong, before you know it they have the childs Family heading for school with Machetes in their hand. So from a teacher's perspective the risk was not worth it. This post is continued in my other post "On The Lying News Media".

I have grown up in a neighborhood full of Islamic migrants. I have spent an entire life trying to be "tolerant" of them. But the truth is that I truly dislike them, and I deeply hate their religion. Try being a child, with mental health problems, growing up around the Muhammads and Achmeds of the world. And you would perhaps understand why I deeply hate their religion. Constantly, I also want to say that I deeply hate Muslims themselves. But I refrain myself from saying this simply because of the, in my view small chance, that any Muslim in the world is not a waste of human biology. Americans often have this stereotype in highschool movies about the "Violent, Bully, Jock" type person. Imagine this stereotype and increase it by 10 or 20 times. And you have the average Islamic youth that I had spend my youth with. Imagine the sort of person that thinks it's completely find to bring weapons such as Grenades or Guns to school. And then imagine that the entire

Dissociative Disorder. I have suffered from dissociative disorder now for an entire month. I have suffered from this disorder before, but not for such an amount of time. There have been weekends, etc, where I would suffer from this condition. Here is what happend. My life was going pretty well. More than well actually. I felt like I was finally striding forwards, creating succeses in my life. It also seemed like I was finally making steps mtoward leaving my history of mental illnes behind me. And then it happend. I don't remember exactly when it happend. But I do remember the physical sensation that I felt through in my head. A sensation that I no longer desired to be a part of the world around me. I was making progress in finding a next step in my education. But this suddenly lost my interest. I only became interested in my playstation, I stopped working out. I stopped with my life, just all together. I barely managed to do my regular job at home. I was