The special needs kids bullied you and betrayed you for pussy? How did the special ed kids get pussy in the first place? I do want to hear the story.
Thanks for your interest bro.
When I was in the fifth grade, our schedule became different. There was the morning class with a teacher (English and history), lunch, recess and an afternoon class that was science and math. I was placed in advanced math and what not, so basically I didn't need to go to my afternoon class. As a side note, that teacher was fat and mean and I wanted to get away from her really bad. I was given the opportunity to spend time with special ed kids. At that time I had two friends, Daniel and Dawson. We would bring our game consoles to the special ed room, watch youtube poops, and we would eat PBJ sandwiches (which were banned due to my school's strict peanut butter policy). Life was good ngl, I didn't have any friends before that and I didn't care they were special needs. My parents and teachers would always praise me for being "so tolerant of their needs" but I would get mad and defensive about it. I mean, I just wanted people to treat them like people, and I was not friends with them out of pity. Regardless, I still felt that I was being good by being anti bullying and nonjudgmental.
My mixed feelings aside, I eventually grew my influence in the special ed room. The teacher there really liked me, which is a first for me. I could ramble a little more about the hijinks and tomfoolery, but you guys get the point. I eventually got what I really wanted: I got Daniel and Dawson to have my recess time. I think you guys can probably relate to this, but at the time no adult understood how much I was bullied. I dread recess because that was the one time I would be subject to isolation, beatings, and verbal antagonizing. It was grueling, so finally having my friends there helped me a lot. The unfortunate thing I never considered is that despite being outcasts, we were still subject to school social dynamics. We got bullied a lot, and we had a reputation for being bad kids. Girls would lie about the things we did, and it got so bad that I was in the principal's office at least once a week because someone would bully us. You might think I was there because I was complaining about bullying, but I never tattled. The other kids would tattle on everything we did, like one time I got in-school-suspension for talking about violent video games and playing with my hands in the shape of a gun. I would get literally beat by kids, but the school would defend them, lie to my mom, and then she would punish me for supposedly starting fights. My friends would just stand there, and I never understood why. They had their own issues, I would even try to defend them when they got bullied. This usually ended with me getting the blame and having to do extra work.
That's the context for you. Sorry that I had to fit that into a poorly written paragraph, but this is important (I think) to how I felt when I was betrayed. My worse bully was a girl named Shelby. Her mom was a teacher in the school, so she could literally do anything to me and no one cared. She was popular, liked, and pretty. My friend Daniel was sitting on a hill with me in the shade. We were talking about minecraft mods until Shelby came up to us. She pretended to be curious, and she asked us what we were talking about. For ten minutes, she let Daniel tell her about all of his minecraft mod packs. She sits there, asking more and more questions but then she asks Daniel to do something.
"Daniel, can you take off your pants and pee for me?"
"Huh, what?"
"I want to see you do it pleaase"
Daniel takes out his dick and starts pissing in the grass. I look over, completely fucking mad at what she made him do. I was also shocked, so I didn't do anything. She screamed really loud, something like EWWW HELP. The teacher immediately runs to her aid, and starts to comfort her. She asks how this happened, and Daniel tells her
"Uh I was told to do this"
"Who told you to do this?"
Shelby immediately points to me, and Daniel takes a moment before he points his finger at me as well. Fuck. I got suspension for making my friend drop his pants and piss. No one believed me that Shelby made him do it by pretending to be nice to him. What's worse is that for a week after I got back, he was basically her pet. They were "dating" and that was basically just him giving her money and toys before being told to go away. They broke up not long after, Daniel became emo and eventually changed schools. The last I heard of him is that he got diagnosed with Asperger's, which is better than his previous autism diagnosis. Not much to say about my guy, he didn't want to be friends with me anymore because apparently Shelby hated me and I would ruin things for him. I also told him what sex is and he got really mad in fifth grade gym, exploding in anger and making that our last conversation.
The Dawson betrayal is arguably much worse as it happened over a longer stretch of time. Dawson stayed in touch with me for a longer period of time, but we rarely saw each other in middle school. In high school, I could barely recognize him. He no longer stuttered, he grew really tall, and had major acne. Around sophomore year, he started to grow out facial hair and wore leather jackets. He went from being a gamer weeb (like me) to a bad boy want to be. He started to abuse his Adderall prescription, became friends with the football players and he started to big brother me. He would lecture me endlessly about what I needed to do, and how he has improved so much. He was obsessed with high school social dynamics, but he was unfortunately a low tier normie. He was also a born again christian and many other things, honestly his identity changed sporadically and in contradicting ways. It might would make this post too long, and I fear being called a faggot, but the issue with Dawson is that he hated every person I tried to befriend in high school. I wouldn't really let him around anyone I cared about because he would add them on instagram and tell them about really embarrassing things and how I am a terrible person. Mind you, I would go weeks without speaking to anyone and basically had no friends, so any attempt to fuck me over was felt a million times more. Dawson, despite being so much cooler than me, never had a GF. He finally got one my senior year, which is when he cut contact with me. Our final conversation happened on instagram, where he basically told me I was going no where in life and I should give up. It made no sense to me how he could be so mean, but he really hated me. I think it boils down to three things: His new GF was super normie and anti kids like me. He was against my atheism. He really hated the type of people I tried to be around.
In the end, even people that seem like your incel peers will drop you the second they get pussy points. Normies are normies and they have no issue with blatant cruelty. I'm sorry you are here bro, but at least you can accept that there are others who know what it is like to be antagonized by society.
