I have been called names for as long as I can remember.
From around the age of five up to the present day, people say "Oh look at him he's so dark, I wouldn't be able to see him in the dark" and comments like "You're mum must be an ape because how can you be so dark skinned". This knocked my confidence a lot, I mean it makes you not want to be you.
In Year 7 and 8, I was bullied physically. I would be dragged, pushed, punched, kicked, and I've even had things stolen off of me. I don't know why they used to do it, I was just really, really quiet and I just didn't fight back. They would say things like "Oi, gay boy come here" or "Oi, monkey come here". Then they would say things about me and my family, probably would steal my drink. I used to have an Oasis bottle with me and they would steal it and drink it, then after that they might leave some left and throw that on me, or they would just steal the bottle, open the lid and throw it really high in the air.
When we had PE I would change and go and do the subject, however our school teachers were **** and people used to come into the changing rooms and take peoples things. I have had countless amounts of wallets, shirts and ties replaced. They would hide my things somewhere and make me search for it.
I have had to replace blazers, shirts and jumpers because they would sometimes push me to the ground and my clothes would rip after constant abuse. I would have stains on my clothes near enough everyday, but my parents asked me why are the clothes dirty, it's not muddy today? and I used to say I fell over.
And then to top it all off, I have been bullied about my mental health problem. Have been called nutter, psycho, killer, rapist, and I've even had people saying move away, I think you'll do something to me. It just shows how considerate people are.
I think this has happened because of me. I mean if I wasn't the way I am this would never happen. These bullies took everything I really wanted; academic success and a good life. I was academically excelling all my peers in Year 7/6, gradually the bullying took its toll and I just gave up on everything. I hated my school from day one, and, unfortunately, my childhood has been horrible.
I've been so close to picking up the bottle. The only thing that is stopping me from doing so, is the fact that my uncles and my dad were alcoholics and that I know what will happen if I just constantly drink.