I guess my whole life has just been defined by people bullying me. Whenever you ask me when something happened it’s sorted in my mind based off of being bullied. I could never really get around being bullied. If you ask me it all started when I was only 6.
Some are going to be surprised that it started when I was 6. But it's true, a group of 6 year-olds are cruel enough to bully the smart kid or the tall kid; whichever one I was at that point. And then it continued. I don't know if it was every day anymore but all I can remember is the days it happened. The days I was shoved onto the ground and kicked, the days dedicated to slapping me, the days I was kicked in the shins.
What's the point of me saying all of this? I guess I just need to vent...and at the same time you need to know that someone has gone through years of bullying...10 years.
Some are going to be surprised that it started when I was 6. But it's true, a group of 6 year-olds are cruel enough to bully the smart kid or the tall kid; whichever one I was at that point. And then it continued. I don't know if it was every day anymore but all I can remember is the days it happened. The days I was shoved onto the ground and kicked, the days dedicated to slapping me, the days I was kicked in the shins.
What's the point of me saying all of this? I guess I just need to vent...and at the same time you need to know that someone has gone through years of bullying...10 years.
It all started with being punched until i was on my hands and knees being kicked by another 6 year old. Next was just the daily taunting until the kid moved away and I got a break...I got a time of peace. Then when I was 8 it came back up. Rumors went around that I had a dream. That doesn't sound that bad now does it? Guess what the rumored dream was about. Sex. Apparently 8 year old me had a dream about sex with another kid. At that time I didn't even know what sex was. Nobody would admit that. I had to write apologies to the girl that spread the rumor and the girl that the rumor dream involved.
Now imagine you come to school for 5th grade, finally on top right? Not even close. I was at the bottom, kicked in the shins every day. Every. Single. Day. Then came getting pantsed 2 days before school ended. Talk about a way to be remembered. Then the guy who pushed me down and kicked me while my "friend" just sat there and watched. That was only because I told them to "leave me the f*** alone." I guess they didn't like that.
Woohoo I'm 11 now, I'm at a different school, things will change for sure now, right? Wrong. Short version. Pushed down in the locker room and kicked because I didn't like Obama at the time. And shunned from day one because I hadn't been in the "Advanced program" since 3rd grade.
12. Still no luck. Beat up on the bus by an 11 year old, day for slapping me (January 21st), and I won't ever forget that. Not to mention I was hit every day and insulted each and every day throughout my second year of middle school.
13. I was bullied. I'm sure part of it was coming out, and the other part was just me being weak and submissive.
14. Once again new school, this time new city. Sure won't get bullied this year right? Oh, how wrong I was. One guy hurt me every day because I was gay and never told him, another said he liked me and that was a lie, another put his junk in my face and said I liked it
I don't need to recount my story fully, you get the idea by this point. Just know this, what got me through it all was the fact that I had friends close enough to care for me and notice when something was wrong. Even if it took them some time because I hid my true emotions around them, they could figure it out eventually and when they did they always were a shoulder to cry on.
Just know someone is there for you.
And someone has faced the same things as you.
Someone will listen.
Now imagine you come to school for 5th grade, finally on top right? Not even close. I was at the bottom, kicked in the shins every day. Every. Single. Day. Then came getting pantsed 2 days before school ended. Talk about a way to be remembered. Then the guy who pushed me down and kicked me while my "friend" just sat there and watched. That was only because I told them to "leave me the f*** alone." I guess they didn't like that.
Woohoo I'm 11 now, I'm at a different school, things will change for sure now, right? Wrong. Short version. Pushed down in the locker room and kicked because I didn't like Obama at the time. And shunned from day one because I hadn't been in the "Advanced program" since 3rd grade.
12. Still no luck. Beat up on the bus by an 11 year old, day for slapping me (January 21st), and I won't ever forget that. Not to mention I was hit every day and insulted each and every day throughout my second year of middle school.
13. I was bullied. I'm sure part of it was coming out, and the other part was just me being weak and submissive.
14. Once again new school, this time new city. Sure won't get bullied this year right? Oh, how wrong I was. One guy hurt me every day because I was gay and never told him, another said he liked me and that was a lie, another put his junk in my face and said I liked it
I don't need to recount my story fully, you get the idea by this point. Just know this, what got me through it all was the fact that I had friends close enough to care for me and notice when something was wrong. Even if it took them some time because I hid my true emotions around them, they could figure it out eventually and when they did they always were a shoulder to cry on.
Just know someone is there for you.
And someone has faced the same things as you.
Someone will listen.