I went through a really dreadful time at school; I’ve since been diagnosed as being mildly autistic, but because my parents only believe in physical illness, I was never tested as a child in spite of being identified as a possible, and so never received help.
Due to this condition, I never really fit in with other kids … and kids aren’t stupid, they picked up on the many ways that I was different and bullied me mercilessly for them. Teachers bullied me too. I don’t really want to dwell on what they did, but it was physical and extreme emotional bullying – there were days of end when I didn’t go into school, I very seriously considered suicide at one time, that sort of thing.
I soon learnt telling people didn’t really help (I went to schools with ‘no bullying’ because they ignored any reports of it and didn’t keep any records) and I’m not a violent assertive person, so I took to just keeping it all inside of me. This carried on right up until I left school.
I’ve been trying very hard to get over it – just forget about it, it’s been a few years since I was in that dark, dark place … but every now and then, things come up and I realise how much it’s still affecting me. A few months ago, I received an invitation to a reunion; I think it was just to taunt me, I never want to return there again, they can’t believe I would. Today, I was looking at an old photo of myself – really young, before all this happened – and thought, “You look so happy, but I know what’s going to happen to you.” Made me feel sad about it all over again.
Because I was never really in an environment where I could discuss mental problems (for example, I could talk about a broken tooth I incurred; couldn’t say that they made me hide in the toilet crying), I never have dealt with it, just buried it deep within me and now it’s all coming out again … and I don’t know how to stop it, because I didn’t stop it then either, just I left school and the problem went away.
I don’t really know what I’m hoping to do by posting – get it off my chest maybe, find comfort in people that have been through the same thing, I don’t know. Anyone got anything to say, or suggest?