Emotionally, well, I'll just say Grade School. You want specifics? All right, you asked for it.
I was bullied throughout my grade school years. My tormenters outright refused to give me a reason why they were singling me out; I suspect being on the autism spectrum was a factor. And as things went on, I stopped even bothering to interact with other people, and, well, you remember how, in the years after Columbine, people decided to try and look for potential red flags in students? A lot of those potential red flags described, well, sounded exactly like what one would expect from someone who's being bullied nonstop: Depression, a change in long-term demeanor, anger issues, resentment of many of his fellow students, increasing detachment from them, a resentment of authority.
And, on the resentment of authority, I understand that, in many cases, teachers at least tried to put a stop to it. Mine, however, did not. In fact, they treated it like it was my problem. One incident, I was hit in the face with a metal bat, and when they told my parents, it was only because I wouldn't stop crying. It took a while before they explained I was crying because somebody hit me in the face with a metal bat. And even with my parents, my narcissist of a mother insisted that this hell of a school was still the best option for me and wouldn't dare send me to a different school. Dad was too weak to oppose her. She even told me later that she didn't know until long after I graduated how bad it was. Yes, even with that fucking bat.
At points, I was told that people expected me to shoot up the school, and for a long time, I wished I did. At least high school was better, but even then, I had two different campaigns to frame me for a potential school shooting. It took over a decade for me to come to terms with the fact that I wasn't as bad as people (even if they were just people I hadn't known and wouldn't know since I was a child) were telling me I was.
A few years ago, my Dad asked if I had any interest in reconnecting with anyone I knew in grade school, and I replied "that depends, does the alternative involve dickhole torture?"
I was bullied throughout my grade school years. My tormenters outright refused to give me a reason why they were singling me out; I suspect being on the autism spectrum was a factor. And as things went on, I stopped even bothering to interact with other people, and, well, you remember how, in the years after Columbine, people decided to try and look for potential red flags in students? A lot of those potential red flags described, well, sounded exactly like what one would expect from someone who's being bullied nonstop: Depression, a change in long-term demeanor, anger issues, resentment of many of his fellow students, increasing detachment from them, a resentment of authority.
And, on the resentment of authority, I understand that, in many cases, teachers at least tried to put a stop to it. Mine, however, did not. In fact, they treated it like it was my problem. One incident, I was hit in the face with a metal bat, and when they told my parents, it was only because I wouldn't stop crying. It took a while before they explained I was crying because somebody hit me in the face with a metal bat. And even with my parents, my narcissist of a mother insisted that this hell of a school was still the best option for me and wouldn't dare send me to a different school. Dad was too weak to oppose her. She even told me later that she didn't know until long after I graduated how bad it was. Yes, even with that fucking bat.
At points, I was told that people expected me to shoot up the school, and for a long time, I wished I did. At least high school was better, but even then, I had two different campaigns to frame me for a potential school shooting. It took over a decade for me to come to terms with the fact that I wasn't as bad as people (even if they were just people I hadn't known and wouldn't know since I was a child) were telling me I was.
A few years ago, my Dad asked if I had any interest in reconnecting with anyone I knew in grade school, and I replied "that depends, does the alternative involve dickhole torture?"
Comparing the Universal Oneness of All Life to Yo Mama since 2010.
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I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.
I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.
