Interesting topic, if I may. Well, I've usually staggered in the in-between of one and two, but mainly stayed closer to the two section.
I've had a terrible childhood, (I say that childhoods are usually in the 0-7 ages, but oh well.) and even worse growing to the age I am now. I've never known anyone who has a similar past to mine, and I know that I might have a lot of trouble in finding someone with the similar past. I've never had that extra shoulder to lean against in my time of worry, unless you count my hoodie's shoulder, but I've been able to help people, mostly my friends less than strangers or enemies.
I've usually been more reliant on machines, animals, and/or a piece of clothing than people, since there are the "Type three" people, who are usually always buzzing around me. -Shrug- I've never had such great people skills, but even though that's a true fact, my close friends always come to me in their worst times, even if I'm in a mood I still try my best.
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This one time, I was over at my friend's house, and she was being yelled at by her father. We both had single parents, and we both knew that when a parent is single with multiple children, then that parent is usually stressed a lot. Anyway, this time seemed worse, it seemed to impact her a lot more. She was bawling her eyes out, it almost seemed as if it were uncontrollable at the time.
It was because of her mother, and how she reminds her father of her so much, which I can understand being yelled at during a fight because of it, but it seemed... different. I couldn't, and still can't, put my finger on it, but something was up.
I asked her what was wrong with her, and she told me about their fighting, and I just talked to her for a while, explaining how her father still loves her, and didn't mean the hurtful things he said--no matter what he said. After she calmed down, her father apologized, and their 'feud' ended.
And, I really couldn't believe I had helped her; she could've texted a different friend, or one of her older siblings, but she came to me. A girl who she didn't really know at the time, she only knew me for about less than a week.
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I was bullied at a young age, always thinking that I wasn't good enough to do anything, and even today my self esteem is still pretty low, and didn't have anyone to lean onto, even my friends who were being bullied, too.
I was horribly depressed, at the age of, about, nine, and tried leaning on my mother's shoulder. She wasn't around terribly much, only home for a night's sleep then moving on to work in the morning, but she knew what was going on.
I tried my grandparents, but they didn't really do anything, since they believed that they couldn't do anything to help me.
I tied one of my cousins' shoulders, she didn't help much, either. Nor did her mother when I tried going to her for advise.
I had no-one to go to, not a single person to lean on, or a simple shoulder to cry--more like weep--on.
How I got through it, was through the computer, was through stuffed animals, my grandparents' dog, and a brand new hoodie, which my mother had bought me.
A friend took some depression pills, another killed herself, but I got through it with my own therapy--I called it "Secret Therapy". The last of my friends, who was bullied, came to me for help, and I gave her my "Secret Therapy", besides the computer, and it came back with positive results.
Well, that ends my story session. Hopes it helps~
-Wolfie