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In reply to the discussion: Effects of Bullying Last Into Adulthood, Study Finds [View all]nightscanner59
(802 posts)Even 35 years after the horrible treatment I recieved in a redneck school from all my classmates and even many of the teachers, I cannot empathize about any of their plights at all, if I knew of them. If I had died from the bruising I would have haunted them all as a ghost. Most of all, to the coach who organized a ball throwing game at me by the whole male classmates, I hope he rotted a nasty death. I've never returned, never looked any of them up, don't care and never will. Even those who called me freind in private then yelled "faggot" when in company of the rest, were no freinds of mine. The bruises, the lonliness, the treatment like I was something subhuman I'm still overcoming, still healing from. Only in recent years do I talk of this, like I'm doing here. I just buried it in my subconcious, found a new home, new freinds and an environment that accepted me. I ran away never to return. I dived in dumpsters for food till I found a home like a stray kitten. I worried my poor mother to death for over a year where I'd gone. I was on the back of the milk carton and just stayed hidden. My lover kept me sheltered from ever going back. Yes, he was a pedophile in the strictest sense. But he saved me from sure suicide.
And all because I told a "friend" at about age 13 that when I grew up I wanted to marry another man. At the time I didn't even know the meaning of the word "gay".