You may wonder what a bright, young girl who seems to have her life ahead of her would be doing typing this. Well... Not everything you see about me is real. I'm not a happy person, I'm not that "go for it" kind of girl. You may see my smile but inside.. I'm actually broken.... I am 17 years old and living in Reno Nevada. When I was in middle school, I was bullied RELENTLESSLY by strangers and even by those I called me "friends". There were good days, sure. Then.. There were those days I just wanted to crawl under a rock. I was pushed down stairs, punched, kicked, spit at, hair pulled, my name erased on papers so other kids could have a higher mark. It even went as far as I was raped at school in the girls bathroom. I told school police and my parents, sure! I thought I could trust them and that they would help me... Guess what? They didn't. My parents told me I was "Over Reacting" the police told me "You probably said something that made him think it was okay" and then the school? The school tried to expel me claiming I was "Having sex" on school grounds. That abuse didn't stop there. I was given death threats to my face, my locker, even on the internet. My "friends" they didn't care, they joined in on the torture. They claimed that I was the "reason" for all their hate. I honestly have no idea why they attacked me. I was openly bisexual. It was "okay" at my school. I think they just needed someone to take their anger out on and me being someone with a violent track record for lashing out, seemed to be the best case. My abuse didn't stop there. I took to self harm and drugs. I was cutting daily and getting high as well. Finally someone realized something was wrong and took me to a mental hospital where I spent 7 months there with 3 months of vocal therapy due to trying to hang myself. After all that, my parents were done with me. They didn't want me there anymore. My mother sent me to live with my biological father. HAH, that was a laugh. After staying 3 months, I thought maybe the abuse from people was finally done and I could be happy.... I was wrong... My father himself started to abuse me... He started to hit me, touch me and then lie about it all when I reported it. I was in Alaska at this time. Well after 2 years of it all, I had enough. I decided I was done, the last time he hit me? I ran, I ran as far as I could to my cousins house. We called the police and CPS. Guess what? Small town, my father "was" a cop... He knew everyone.. He got it pushed under the rug, even though I had the bruises and witnesses to it all... No one was on my side... Finally I moved back to Reno again October 7th, 2013. I hoped this would be different. At first it wasn't... I decided to date someone who was 28 (I was 16), I fell for him and he told me he "loved me" Well... He was abusive.. No not physically like everyone else but the other worse kind.. He knocked my self esteem down, he called me ugly, fat, worthless, a cu&^, a hoe... He did so much and I never believed my friends when they told me it was abuse... I guess no one truly does think someone they loved could do that huh? Well after a while things got... better.... Well... He then dumped me a day before my birthday for my BEST friend. Oh yea, my best friend. Then his friend told me he was cheating on me... Great right? Yea then I found out I was pregnant with his child... It sucked finding out but I was happy because I proved the doctors wrong..... We recently broke up... I think things are getting better.. I'm at a new school where people accept me and they do treat me like I'm human. I am AMAZING friends who are worried about me constantly. I love my friends.
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