My early years after my birth I don’t remember much of, up until kindergarten my parents claim I was normal, I supposedly learned to walk, talk, and eat normally as a infant and toddler. Although on my official medical file it says at the age of 4 I was diagnosed with autism and dyspraxia that was supposed to ruin every aspect of my life. I also got bullied really, really bad in preschool. This mexican future edgar kid named alan would always bully me, take my food, mock me being a chink, and mock me and my parents for our looks. Girls always laughed at me too. I remember specifically this one girl named Stella who I grew to hate throughout preschool told me that I looked like a pig, one time we had to make a song about colors and she refused to hold hands with me when we were doing it in a circle because “he’s weird and looks funny”. On the play yard other kids would frequently give me slit eye gestures and shout ching chong chink. The worst physical abuse I got in preschool was from a fat white boy named Tyler who pushed me off a slide. I was badly injured at the top of my forehead, bleeding out, but he got away with it and the staff did nothing. Since it was at the top of my forehead and I had a bowlcut at the time they just hid it with hair and didn’t even tell my parents. Other kids would now shout “cracked-head!” at me in reference to that incident. Even as late as in high school a classmate was roasting me about what happened with Tyler. Another girl a fat noodle named jane was also outcasted like me although she was mostly ignored and not bullied harshly every day, So seeing that we were both outcasts and considering I had no concept of the blackpill at the time I decided to try and befriend her, But as soon as I tried to play with her she told me “get lost weirdo” and threatened to beat me up and suffocate me interestingly, I was tall for my age but skinny at the time so that was perfectly plausible. I have many more small experiences in preschool that were beyond what you have seen and it would take 5 pages to list them all but that’s more than half of the major physical/severe thibgs that happened in preschool. Other bullies included Mexican twins Jorge and Fernando, Another kid named Kelen and his friend Brandon, and various groups of proto-cliquish girls who would laugh at me whenever I got humiliated, which was every day.
So my typical day began like this: Wake up, cry to my parents to not go, go to preschool, be shouted at, humiliated, and have peoples backs turned on me when I enter, Be called out and humiliated by the teacher, be tricked into playing games against me (eg tag where everybody runs away from you and they protect the slowest guy), and have girls laugh at me and try to poke me and mess around with my supplies. For lunch I would have my food often thrown around or stolen from, They made fun of the uncoordinated dyspraxic way I ate my food. On the play yard I either walked around a tree alone or played “tag” or some other game with the other kids where I’d always be the odd one out.
I dreaded every day of preschool for obvious reasons and I eventually got removed from it and sent home because I tried after brandon spat on my shirt and I punched him (that was one of his usual tricks and he would do that regularly, nearly every day in fact). The staff responded with extreme retaliation beating me to near death in the bathroom and Brandon’s mom tried to press charges on us which kept my family in a financial pit for four years which is the amount of time it took us to pay off the $4000 dollar reparations. Preschool was hell but I had no idea what was about to come up next-Kindergarten, Which spoiler will be a lot, lot more brutal than this.
Chapter 4 coming in a few days.
So my typical day began like this: Wake up, cry to my parents to not go, go to preschool, be shouted at, humiliated, and have peoples backs turned on me when I enter, Be called out and humiliated by the teacher, be tricked into playing games against me (eg tag where everybody runs away from you and they protect the slowest guy), and have girls laugh at me and try to poke me and mess around with my supplies. For lunch I would have my food often thrown around or stolen from, They made fun of the uncoordinated dyspraxic way I ate my food. On the play yard I either walked around a tree alone or played “tag” or some other game with the other kids where I’d always be the odd one out.
I dreaded every day of preschool for obvious reasons and I eventually got removed from it and sent home because I tried after brandon spat on my shirt and I punched him (that was one of his usual tricks and he would do that regularly, nearly every day in fact). The staff responded with extreme retaliation beating me to near death in the bathroom and Brandon’s mom tried to press charges on us which kept my family in a financial pit for four years which is the amount of time it took us to pay off the $4000 dollar reparations. Preschool was hell but I had no idea what was about to come up next-Kindergarten, Which spoiler will be a lot, lot more brutal than this.
Chapter 4 coming in a few days.
