I was bullied for about 7 years, between the ages of 4 and 11 at two different schools. It started out as just the general pushing and shoving (which ended up eventually getting quite bad) and the occasional name calling, although I thought this would all stop when I moved schools three years later at the age of 7.
Everyone already knew everyone else so I was the weird outcast kid. I tried to make friends but was shunned by the more popular children. I enjoyed reading as it had become my main thing to do during breaks and at lunch and a break from reality. I was teased for this, being called a bookworm, a geek and a nerd.
This progressed until I was 8 or 9, when I got splints for toewalking. My parents let the school know that 'I wanted everyone shown what they were' to supposedly 'reduce the chances of teasing'. It backfired completely and the name calling got worse. I was called ugly, stupid, weirdo, freak etc. One day someone asked about them and I got defensive and when I refused to answer their question they hit me.
Then a few of the popular girls (maybe 4 of them) ganged up on me. Most days they would drag me to the girls toilets, lock me in a stall and jam it from the outside and yell at me about how stupid/ugly/pathetic/weak/worthless/fat/annoying I was. I told my parents I was being teased a bit but didn't want to appear to be weak or overly sensitive. They told me to ignore it, which is what I did to the point where I ended up accepting it.
By age 10, they had got the majority of the rest of the class (around 22 or 23 out of 25 in total, including me) to gang up on me. It was not helped that I had an awful teacher that year, who, despite knowing I was naturally shy and quiet, would force me to answer questions/read out my work on a daily basis. He knew I was uncomfortable with this and carried it on even after I asked him not to.
I became reluctant to talk at all, with something as simple as answering for the register becoming difficult. I was bullied for this as well, and it gradually became more physical. One time one of the girls dragged her nails down my arm, drawing blood, and squeezing the wound, telling me I deserved the pain for being so stupid/lazy/weak/pathetic/ugly/fat/not good enough. I kept quiet about it, although I still have the scar today, 4 years later.
Soon the time came for the 11+. I passed but none of the other girls did. They became more brutal, asking me how I did it because I was so stupid and then hitting me or telling me that I must have cheated and they would rat me out. Every time they asked a question I couldn't/wouldn't answer, they would hit me harder. They then told me I was a waste of space and that the world would be better without me. They told me to drink bleach or hang myself. I thought about it but never seriously and would never carry it out for fear of failing and still having to put up with them.
A few years later, I am in high school. I am very socially awkward with only a few friends. I find it hard to trust anyone and have panic attacks. I never talk unless I have to and find presentations/reading work aloud/asking or answering questions difficult. I would tell my teachers but I am afraid of what they will think. I can't go anywhere or do anything without worrying what people think/people judging me or what people think of me (as I still have the splints). I don't want to waste anyone's time telling them about this- I'm not important enough and it would be pathetic and make me seem weak (although I did tell one person, my best friend/only good teacher I've ever had and she was so nice about it all and promised confidentiality as far as her job would permit- but she's moved to the other side of the world due to family and it's unlikely I'll ever see her again.).
I feel like I don't fit in. Does anyone else?