((OOC: No More))There isn't any particular way to address this subject. So I am just going to come out and say it. And I know it may not be seen as having any place on this site but seeing as how someone has inquired advice (gods know why someone would ask me), I figured this is as good a place to address it as any other. Also, you don’t have to read if you don’t want to. I decided to make a post seeing that the person wants to remain anonymous and that I will respect their wishes. I also want to help others like us. I hope this isn't coming too late for others like us.Please note, I will swear, so not for minis.
Take a deep breath, cause here we go:
Abuse is abuse.
There is no gray area, no exceptions. Mental or physical. Both are hazardous to an individual and even mass health. You are a beautiful individual who deserves to be treated as one. Never let someone tell you otherwise. I know it might seem like I am another distant person who has no idea what I’m talking about, but trust me, I do.
It has taken me awhile to somewha
To start off, Bullies are assholes and bullying isn't "cool" or "hip" or "swag"(Not sure about that one) or whatever you use to cover your asses.
I was bullied when I was 9 until I was 12. I still have the mental scars from those 3 years of psychological torture and an avid fear of stinging plants from When I was 10.
My mom used to say my bully was just "trying to get my attention because he liked me" and "don't pay him any attention". I tried that mom. You saw what happened!
I was going to use my epilepsy meds( had type 1) and try and get out of it. But I kept thinking what if my sister is the one to find me? What will my parents tell her? What about my other cousins? Will I just be a story to them? I never wanted to be a figment of my younger, not born then, cousin's imagination, nor did I want to be a warning to others. I wanted to spread my story myself.
I began forming coping mechanisms. I read more, I wrote. I even created a realm for myself in my head. I used to escape there during school hours.
I know everyone says "Just tell a teacher and it'll be dealt with" but I can't talk to people or anyone really without my chest feeling tight or backing out. I was even brought to a therapist for a while. But no one could figure it out.
Today, I'm 19 and giving out so many sparks(ideas) that I'm beginning to write down the ones that make sense to me or, if they're bright enough, give them a plot line to follow when I finally get to them. I still have epilepsy but not as frequently as when I was bullied.
Today, I'm telling you my story so you all can see the negative affects of bullying. Also I wish to say to my bully, if you're reading this, I forgive you. Not many people will agree but grudges are useless and only bring more pain or the holder than anyone.
My name's Alex and I hope you all got what I was trying to say.