I used to get bullied a lot. One time a kid was picking on me by slamming my locker shut every time I opened it. So I smashed is hand in the locker to the point where I broke all his fingers. After than no one made fun of me again.
takes guts to admit that to someone, let alone an online forum you frequent.MancalaManiac said:We moved to a new town when I was five years old, and I had to go to a new school. Since the social groups at the new school had been established since kindergarten and since I was about a year younger than everyone else in my class, I was automatically the odd person out. What few friends I did make didn't stay my friends for long for fear of being labeled uncool by association. By age ten I had no friends whatsoever and everyone made fun of me, some even beat me up (not sure if this is a common experience for other girls). I remember coming home one particular afternoon and crying to my parents that everyone at school hated me, to which they replied, "What did you do? I mean, if everyone hates you, you must have done something wrong." My parents didn't help me, they blamed me for my problems, so I internalized everything. I was only ten years old the first time I tried to kill myself. Funny story, actually: I tried to slit my throat with the blade part of a pair of scissors. I wasn't entirely stupid about it though, I realized that the scissors might not be sharp enough to cut deep enough to hit a major vein or artery, so I inked up the sharp part of the scissors with a purple marker, hoping that at the very least I would die of ink-poisoning. I spent the next decade trying to off myself in various ways before finally giving up. Turns out I'm unbreakable. 8D