I grew up with an older brother who pretty much raised me and I learned to love things he loved like video games and shows like pokemon. I couldn't help that I loved those things but my classmates didn't seem to think I was normal and wanted nothing to do to me. I often got called a boy because I would have rather played outside than in the house and at first I ignored the fact I was different. I couldn't ignore it forever though because my teacher told me I didn't act very lady like and that really set things off. I never did get the classic "kids can be cruel" speech because I never told people what was going on. I once tried to tell my brother but he took their side and I couldn't help but think that I didn't belong there and that I should just disappear, my dad watched many weapon shows and I knew what a knife was capable off. At SIX years old I sat in my kitchen in tears holding a knife; I kept telling myself I would be better off like this and before I could do anything my brother caught me and made me drop the knife. I don't know what kind of world we can live in where a child can contemplate suicide that young and be depressed without being noticed. I don't understand how teachers and principals can let this go. Every time I watch bully I cry because I know how it feels to be in that position. Now that I'm older I don't get bullied often but I am a strong Christian so I do still set apart from everyone else; except now I don't care. I know where I stand and I want everyone else to know who they are and how to stand against bullying; especially if you know someone being bullied. Without my brother I don't know what would have happened to me. Your friends could be feeling the same.
Why I was a quiet kid
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