I love honest, open looks at ourselves. Thank you for this wonderful read.
From almost the beginning I’ve experienced multiple scenarios, interactions, relationships, events that, in my inability to understand what was really happening, left me with an urgent sense of “there must be something wrong with me.”
It was really bad in junior high. There were several bullies who made it their job to harass, threaten, and most of the time embarrass me in front of everyone. I didn’t know how to deal with it. I usually acted like it was funny, then spent my time outside of school with an aching fear – worrying about who would pick on me the next day. But I always found a way to blow it off, to distract myself, to act like it wasn’t a big deal.
I remember having a crush on Rhonda C. in the 7th grade. She was really popular and always nice to me, so I asked her to…
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