Do you feel that the people you interact with regularly accept you for who and what you are?
Speaking for myself, I do feel accepted, but I am always afraid of being rejected by anyone I am meeting for the first time. This fear does not seem to be grounded in reality.
As a young, athletic man who also uses a wheelchair, I’d have to say no. I don’t often feel accepted for who and what I am. I am perceived in a sharply different light-by many at least-than who I really am. I am perceived by many as a helpless, child-like entity who likes, even prefers nothing more than to be assisted with anything and everything he ever does. 
Yes. I often reflect in amazement at how accepting the people around me are of my rather large size. I am so pleased to find that when meeting friends -of -friends that I get along with them too. No one has ever said anything disparaging to me about my size since I was about 12.
It comes as quite a shock to me to see all the negativity towards people of my size online, because I don’t run into it in real life.
That I know of. Who knows what they say behind my back. But everyone is always lovely to my face, which is fine.
Among a few friends yes, but most of the time no.
It’s a combination of two diametrically opposed answers I guess. Yes I feel accepted largely in the most important ways; people enjoy my company and choose to spend time with me, they value my opinions and advice and ask for them and people seem to treat my imperfections lightly. And the other side of the coin is that I don’t really care whether people accept me and spend virtually no time ever thinking about it. I am more concerned about how accepting I am of others. That I can control.
My sense is that most people who know me consider me an alien from the dark side of the Planet Zephron. Acceptance or rejection don’t apply, because I’m not one of them. Not on their radar.
I can think of one person who accepts me. Possibly another.
I first had to accept myself, which meant first finding out who I am before that.
I, as we all are, are shaped and molded by our parents (guardians), friends, and society into what they see in us, which forms us into something we are not. Usualy they accept us as such because taht’s what they saw in us. But that level of acceptance is a dead end, as it holds one back in a comfort zone, but not really living one’s own life.
Going after discovering who I am, it caused a massive time of not being accepted, and a very lonely one of soul searching, after which I learned who I am, and really started to love it (though there were times of discovery I was horrified), and understand what brought me to this point and why the bad things happened, and it was really all about me, my development, my prosperity.
After which I found people really loving and accepting what I do, people with loving hearts, who admire that I went though this process of transformation, and self fulfillment, and I inspire many in that process.
The older friends that knew my old self, most came around to accepting myself as it is now, some left along the way.
Yes, I think most people find me pleasant and amusing. I have a good sense of humor, the raunchier the better. I try to stay informed and knowledgable about current events so I can hold my own in conversations.
And I maintain good hygiene. This is important! Don’t be stinky.
I feel accepted, but also apart. Somehow both can exist at the same time. I extend myself to others at work, and I think people really do appreciate it. They visit me during the day for laughter and chitchat, and share their problems with me.
But there’s also a distance, too. I’m often left out of group lunch get-together. People don’t hug me like they do others. And it’s 100% mutual. Like, often I’ll be the only one not laughing at someone’s joke because either I’m too much in my head to hear what was said or I just don’t get it. I usually don’t want to go out to lunch or “hang out”. When people remark on my weirdness or joke that I’m “special”, part of me is glad they think that. It means they respect that I’m not about to join in their reindeer games anytime soon.
I intimidate people. I have a very serious demeanor even when it doesn’t feel that way to me, plus I’m a racial minority, which in itself can make people afraid of approaching too close. People who get to know me realize that I’m really a big goof. But my intensity still keeps them at arms length, I think. And this too is fine with me.
In my teens I only felt accepted by a very select small group. This seemed to gradually improve each decade. By the time I was in my 50’s I started feeling pretty well generally accepted. If I am in a group of largely sophisticated and highly educated people I feel like a fish out of water and avoid these situations like the plague.
I tend to avoid small talk and conversations based on sarcastic humor so this leaves me out a good share of the time anyway.IOW you feel right at home on the straight dope 
There are things about me that bother people, but I’ve usually attributed them to personality defects on my part. I’m absurdly pleased with myself, for one thing, and I have to work to not brag. I’m competitive and catty. I like to pick things apart and analyze them, which often comes across as being unpleasantly critical. I don’t hand out praise like candy. I need time alone, and I need to feel that I have some control over what I’ll be doing and when.
By and large I manage to get along with people, though. I arrange my life so the people I’m most likely to spend time with are ones who, I hope, “get” me. I avoid ones who don’t, so we don’t lock horns.
These days, the people most likely to not accept who I am and what I do, and to say it to my face, are my parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles.
I don’t feel accepted but I am pretty sure it’s all my imagination. I don’t feel connected whether I’m accepted or not. I just feel weird and out of place everywhere I go.
Me too. And it’s a good thing because when I do feel accepted it feels kind of odd.
Hmmm. Never thought about whether I felt accepted but I definitely feel that I don’t belong.
I think the persona that I project* is fairly well accepted, but there is always the background thing (being gay) which may not be obvious and which could color the way people would view me. I wish sometimes that it were more obvious so that I wouldn’t have to keep coming out to new people who assume that I am straight, possibly because of my age (66) or for other reasons. I am a product of my time, and coming out is still not easy for me, because I am never sure if that part of me will be genuinely and thoroughly accepted.
*The persona that I project is quiet, competent, and rather shy. Once I am more comfortable with someone I can open up more (and probably be more obnoxious occasionally) but I’m pretty buttoned up with acquaintances.
Well, I’m black and live in the South. Quite a few people won’t accept me for that alone, and having grown up here, I’m used to that. In fact, it’s because of that that I don’t worry about being accepted or not, since it was an early lesson that there’s often nothing you can do about it.
How many friends have I really got? That love me, that want me, that’ll take me as I am?
I have no idea. I suppose they do accept me, or at least tolerate me socially to spend time with my Wife.
Yes, in most areas of my life, I do feel accepted. People at work like me, seek me out to chat, laugh at my jokes, come to me with work-related problems to solve before going to someone else, invite me to lunch and to participate in outside-of-work activities.
But I suspect some people in my life, like my family, see my dedication to my horses and my riding (and my lack of a spouse and children) as a bit odd, as something they can’t quite relate to. And they’re right, just like I can’t quite relate to their all-consuming interest in their children and grandchildren.
Of course, my real friends accept me as I am, just as I accept them. That’s why we are friends.