Hello, my name is Lucas, I am 22 years old. My son is called M\*\*\*\*\* and is 1 year and 2 months old. My wife is called S\*\*\*\*\* and is 18 years old.

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At first my statement may seem like a bad or inattentive father, but what annoys me about my son is that everyone says he looks a lot like me.

Commonly walking with him on the street or in public events always associate him with my image. in terms of appearance and personality. Even being a baby, it is actually very possible to discover the similarities between the 2 of us. We are like a walking DNA test. Skin, hair, eyes, legs, simplicity. Even my pictures as a baby are identical to his.

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Actually... This worries me a lot, I've had a very difficult life for being the way I am. From the moment I entered the school, I was bullied until I left it. I was never good at sports, or with girls, I was never the trickster or the shrewd. I was always the silly young man who got beaten up by others in and out of class. My lunch money was stolen and I never learned to defend myself because I was always afraid of hurting others.

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Looking at my son I can say that he will be at least like that. You know, as a father I want the best for my son, but looking at him I can see that he had suffered a lot of what I suffered if not even more...

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Even my legs, my legs are bowed inwards, as a child I was bullied for the way I walked... I was bullied just for walking. Not even mentioning when I ran and everyone laughed and laughed at my face... And my son, just like my father and me, has the same legs, bowed inwards... And I have no idea what what to do imagining what he will go through in the future... As an anxious person undergoing treatment for depression I am completely lost...

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There is nothing in this universe that I love more than my son... Nothing... And looking at him I don't know how to help him... My son's biggest game nowadays is kissing my wife's face dozens of times....

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Before when he did that I smiled and played with him, but today whenever my baby kisses me, I cry with fear of what his innocence will cause...

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I don't want nor will I teach him to be different, much less mean, I want him to be himself! But I'm terrified to see him suffer...

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A week ago I joined Jiu-Jitsu in a public academy in the prefecture to try to learn some self-defense and serve as an example for my precious baby... But honestly I'm so scared... I've spent nights awake while my wife sleeps praying to God and asking for wisdom and blessings for my son... I wouldn't mind having to die for him to live, I just want him to live well and be happy.

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But I'm afraid that because I look so much like myself, I'll end up a financially, emotionally and dependent on medicine to live...

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I don't want him to be better than me, or even worse. I want him to be different from me... To live a life without crying as much as I cried, without trying to kill himself several times and without waking up every day and sleeping every day hating himself....

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Sorry for the rant, but I needed to talk....