It's been a struggle my entire life to interact with people and go through school, so I'm homeschooled now to avoid social situations. One event that really set me on the path of being a loner happened when I was in grade 4, playing football and practicing with the team.
We were doing a pushing exercise where we held each other's pads, and whoever pushed the other down won. They put huge soft barriers to block us in so we didn't go out of bounds. As we were pushing each other, we got close to the barrier. My foot got caught under it, and we fell to the ground. Everything went black, and I heard a crack. I couldn't feel my leg.
Everyone screamed; all the parents and about 30 people were at the practice that day, and everyone was staring at me. When I opened my eyes, my foot was turned in the wrong direction, and part of the bone was piercing through it. As the adrenaline slowly wore off, I screamed in pain, and everyone continued to stare.
My mom drove over as fast as possible after my dad told her what happened. It took the ambulance almost 30 minutes to arrive, which was so embarrassing. They gave me a ton of pain medication, but it wasn't working, so they used every single pain medication they had in the hospital, even morphine. They finally put me to sleep and reset my foot. I had broken my tibia and fibula.
Long story short, my parents tried to put me back in school about three months later while I was still in a cast and in a wheelchair. They had someone roll me into class, and everyone got quiet. That moment was when I lost all social relevance. I had to leave two hours later because my leg was in so much pain, and we later found out they had put the cast on wrong. When I eventually returned to school, I was bullied non-stop and completely left out, sitting by myself at a lunch table.
I started going to school every other day because the bullying was so bad. Even after my mom intervened and told the school to make it stop, it got even worse. One day, on Halloween, I dressed up in a costume for school, but nobody else was wearing a costume. I got made fun of and left, never to return to that school.
A couple of years ago, I was diagnosed with ADHD, PTSD, bipolar disorder, and ASD. Now I struggle every single day, and I have zero friends because I'm still too scared to be made fun of. I check my old friends Instagram accounts, and they all have girlfriends, are drinking, and partying while I rot in my room. This is just about 5% of what happened aswell. I'm going to rot forever.
We were doing a pushing exercise where we held each other's pads, and whoever pushed the other down won. They put huge soft barriers to block us in so we didn't go out of bounds. As we were pushing each other, we got close to the barrier. My foot got caught under it, and we fell to the ground. Everything went black, and I heard a crack. I couldn't feel my leg.
Everyone screamed; all the parents and about 30 people were at the practice that day, and everyone was staring at me. When I opened my eyes, my foot was turned in the wrong direction, and part of the bone was piercing through it. As the adrenaline slowly wore off, I screamed in pain, and everyone continued to stare.
My mom drove over as fast as possible after my dad told her what happened. It took the ambulance almost 30 minutes to arrive, which was so embarrassing. They gave me a ton of pain medication, but it wasn't working, so they used every single pain medication they had in the hospital, even morphine. They finally put me to sleep and reset my foot. I had broken my tibia and fibula.
Long story short, my parents tried to put me back in school about three months later while I was still in a cast and in a wheelchair. They had someone roll me into class, and everyone got quiet. That moment was when I lost all social relevance. I had to leave two hours later because my leg was in so much pain, and we later found out they had put the cast on wrong. When I eventually returned to school, I was bullied non-stop and completely left out, sitting by myself at a lunch table.
I started going to school every other day because the bullying was so bad. Even after my mom intervened and told the school to make it stop, it got even worse. One day, on Halloween, I dressed up in a costume for school, but nobody else was wearing a costume. I got made fun of and left, never to return to that school.
A couple of years ago, I was diagnosed with ADHD, PTSD, bipolar disorder, and ASD. Now I struggle every single day, and I have zero friends because I'm still too scared to be made fun of. I check my old friends Instagram accounts, and they all have girlfriends, are drinking, and partying while I rot in my room. This is just about 5% of what happened aswell. I'm going to rot forever.
