Bullying

In year 7 my teachers would humiliate me in front of the whole class for doing trivial things wrong. I was bullied by a group of girls who decided they didn’t like me without ever getting to know me. They would laugh at me, call me their dog. They spread rumours and wrote horrible things on facebook about me. And when I just couldn’t hold it together anymore they laughed while I cried. I would sit at a table with the other kids and they would all get up and move away and I’d have the whole 8 seat table to myself. It was like I had the plague. I felt like I had the plague. And I felt like there was something really wrong with me. That I was worth so much less than everyone else. I guess I’d always felt like that, but this made me feel even more so. I sat by myself at lunch. No one stood up for me. I always stood up for myself. Which is why they kept going. They wanted my reaction.
When I went to the school about it and told them what was going on it was ‘my fault’ and ‘there was nothing they could do’. Then my mum would force me to go to school every day whether I liked it or not. I would cry and scream most mornings before I left but that was just more proof that I was out of control and the problem. And then when my dad took me to school, he’d hit and punch me in the car on the way. So yeah, it’s nice to get that off my chest after 8 years.