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Holy fuck these are some of the most brutal experiences I've ever read from a user here.
Fuck normscum
Holy fuck these are some of the most brutal experiences I've ever read from a user here.
Fuck normscum
In the middle, I live about an hours drive from a big city.Out of curiosity, at the time of these did you live in rural/small town area, or some medium/big city?
I am naturally an incredibly slow runner, even with adrenaline i'm not competition for them.Wow i honestly wouldn't survive if i got treated the same as you. I was good at running away from normie interactions so my physical bullying was nowhere near as harsh as yours.
Yea I thought about it, but glad I didn'tGod job not roping or going ER on their asses
Just adding another point:These are the current ones that still live in my head. I think venting them should help. If I remember any more main points I will comment them later on.
this is so brutal manAt the end of high school, I was knocked unconscious numerous times, and choked out. Videos of the attacks on me were sent around the high school. I could never bring myself to watch them.
I was vomiting in my mouth and passing out in geography class after I got beaten by a group, and the teacher wouldn't even let me go to the office. I also have a dent in the back of my head from when I was rammed into the locker door.
Yes I have done the same, I only leave the house when it is necessary to do so.shit…
ive been jumped and assaulted, had piss thrown on my windshield, had multiple rumors made of me sexually harassing a girl and being a nazi (and consequently received death threats), and have been robbed to name a few incidents.
ive been relentlessly bullied for well over 3/4 of my life at this point, so ive been in a constant state of LDAR since i left grade school, as it is the only logical thing for me to do after being brutalized.
I understand, lots of these stories are quite vague too. Especially with all the other smaller scenarios.Brutal man, brutal. I’m very sorry this happened to you. I wish I had your courage to post my experiences too but they are just so brutal my mind goes blank whenever I think about them. Wish you the best man.
Absolute rage fuel reading this .Feel bad for you ,hope life has gotten better for you.Would have helped any way I could in real life .two things I will always hate to my core are child abusers and bullies who pick on those who are weak,outcast and defenseless just for shits and giggles .At the end of last year, I had a word document at 15 pages (around 6000 words) from every negative interaction I had since I was around 16/17 years old. When transferring computers I lost the document and was never able to publish the final product onto .is.
But I can still recall some of the worse cases. Including:
I was by myself at the shops, walking around mindlessly after getting my white card certificate. I was in EB games when these teenagers started making monkey noises at me and doing stupid actions, so I quickly left. I continued to mindlessly walk around the center when a group of about 6 younger females passed me and sprayed litres of water into my ear, wrecking my certificate and drenching my clothes. They hit me on the side of the head with whatever they drenched me with too. The place was absolutely crowded and not a single person came over to my aid. About 50 people would have seen it happen and nobody even blinked an eye.
Had a tennis ball pegged at my head and I was insulted for not throwing the ball back. I went up to the library, but I was shaking with sadness so I went down to confront them on their behaviour. I walked over to the group and before I said a word they approached me and started swearing/yelling out abuse again. I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth; and my throat felt very white. They ended up pushing into me and getting in my face and I shoved the fatter man backwards. They chased me for a few seconds and stopped after I tripped and knocked over a bin.
Had pornography searched up on my laptop and put onto max volume whilst I was at a violin lesson. I always sat at the front during maths next to the teacher, and porn + music played out at max volume. I shut the laptop and it still kept playing - at max volume in front of everyone.
At the end of high school, I was knocked unconscious numerous times, and choked out. Videos of the attacks on me were sent around the high school. I could never bring myself to watch them.
I was vomiting in my mouth and passing out in geography class after I got beaten by a group, and the teacher wouldn't even let me go to the office. I also have a dent in the back of my head from when I was rammed into the locker door.
I had my drink poisoned/spiked. There was a group of men laughing at me watching me drink it, I knew they had done something but didn't know what. My mum picked me up from the vicinity and I couldn't even walk to the car I was that sick in the stomach.
I was jumped by my so called "friends" at the time and had all the money taken out of my wallet, passes, student ID, and voucher/card. I had planned on carrying out a terrible intention one of them and I am so thankful now that I had not gone through with it.
My locker was broken into and my HSC notes were stolen - I missed out into getting my first uni offer by 0.7 of an atar point. I ended up having to go to a different uni and do an extra year for the same course.
I was also forced into punching a boy in maths, so that he could bash me without any repercussions.
I was forced into the bathrooms at the end of school to fight. They blocked off the exit so I couldn't escape.
Had my broken collarbone punched intentionally whilst I still had my sling on. This was my X-ray (bone tenting through the skin prior to surgery:
View attachment 1717316
These are the current ones that still live in my head. I think venting them should help. If I remember any more main points I will comment them later on.
I've gotten used to the verbal abuse, but when physical altercations happen, or valuables are taken from me, that is the breaking point.
"sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"
@deleted dude @TheGrayWolf
Thank youAbsolute rage fuel reading this .Feel bad for you ,hope life has gotten better for you.Would have helped any way I could in real life
You are a tough guy, I doubt I could have endured that without roping.At the end of last year, I had a word document at 15 pages (around 6000 words) from every negative interaction I had since I was around 16/17 years old. When transferring computers I lost the document and was never able to publish the final product onto .is.
But I can still recall some of the worse cases. Including:
I was by myself at the shops, walking around mindlessly after getting my white card certificate. I was in EB games when these teenagers started making monkey noises at me and doing stupid actions, so I quickly left. I continued to mindlessly walk around the center when a group of about 6 younger females passed me and sprayed litres of water into my ear, wrecking my certificate and drenching my clothes. They hit me on the side of the head with whatever they drenched me with too. The place was absolutely crowded and not a single person came over to my aid. About 50 people would have seen it happen and nobody even blinked an eye.
Had a tennis ball pegged at my head and I was insulted for not throwing the ball back. I went up to the library, but I was shaking with sadness so I went down to confront them on their behaviour. I walked over to the group and before I said a word they approached me and started swearing/yelling out abuse again. I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth; and my throat felt very white. They ended up pushing into me and getting in my face and I shoved the fatter man backwards. They chased me for a few seconds and stopped after I tripped and knocked over a bin.
Had pornography searched up on my laptop and put onto max volume whilst I was at a violin lesson. I always sat at the front during maths next to the teacher, and porn + music played out at max volume. I shut the laptop and it still kept playing - at max volume in front of everyone.
At the end of high school, I was knocked unconscious numerous times, and choked out. Videos of the attacks on me were sent around the high school. I could never bring myself to watch them.
I was vomiting in my mouth and passing out in geography class after I got beaten by a group, and the teacher wouldn't even let me go to the office. I also have a dent in the back of my head from when I was rammed into the locker door.
I had my drink poisoned/spiked. There was a group of men laughing at me watching me drink it, I knew they had done something but didn't know what. My mum picked me up from the vicinity and I couldn't even walk to the car I was that sick in the stomach.
I was jumped by my so called "friends" at the time and had all the money taken out of my wallet, passes, student ID, and voucher/card. I had planned on carrying out a terrible intention one of them and I am so thankful now that I had not gone through with it.
My locker was broken into and my HSC notes were stolen - I missed out into getting my first uni offer by 0.7 of an atar point. I ended up having to go to a different uni and do an extra year for the same course.
I was also forced into punching a boy in maths, so that he could bash me without any repercussions.
I was forced into the bathrooms at the end of school to fight. They blocked off the exit so I couldn't escape.
Had my broken collarbone punched intentionally whilst I still had my sling on. This was my X-ray (bone tenting through the skin prior to surgery:
View attachment 1717316
These are the current ones that still live in my head. I think venting them should help. If I remember any more main points I will comment them later on.
I've gotten used to the verbal abuse, but when physical altercations happen, or valuables are taken from me, that is the breaking point.
"sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"
@deleted dude @TheGrayWolf
Thanks, of course sometimes I felt like roping too. Just so thankful that I never have to see any of them againYou are a tough guy, I doubt I could have endured that without roping.
Sorry you went through all that brocel. I prayed for you to be comforted. Your bullying reminds me of the movie "Carrie," but yours was worse than hers (yeah it's a fictional movie/book). And a teacher tried to help her.At the end of last year, I had a word document at 15 pages (around 6000 words) from every negative interaction I had since I was around 16/17 years old. When transferring computers I lost the document and was never able to publish the final product onto .is.
But I can still recall some of the worse cases. Including:
I was by myself at the shops, walking around mindlessly after getting my white card certificate. I was in EB games when these teenagers started making monkey noises at me and doing stupid actions, so I quickly left. I continued to mindlessly walk around the center when a group of about 6 younger females passed me and sprayed litres of water into my ear, wrecking my certificate and drenching my clothes. They hit me on the side of the head with whatever they drenched me with too. The place was absolutely crowded and not a single person came over to my aid. About 50 people would have seen it happen and nobody even blinked an eye.
Had a tennis ball pegged at my head and I was insulted for not throwing the ball back. I went up to the library, but I was shaking with sadness so I went down to confront them on their behaviour. I walked over to the group and before I said a word they approached me and started swearing/yelling out abuse again. I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth; and my throat felt very white. They ended up pushing into me and getting in my face and I shoved the fatter man backwards. They chased me for a few seconds and stopped after I tripped and knocked over a bin.
Had pornography searched up on my laptop and put onto max volume whilst I was at a violin lesson. I always sat at the front during maths next to the teacher, and porn + music played out at max volume. I shut the laptop and it still kept playing - at max volume in front of everyone.
At the end of high school, I was knocked unconscious numerous times, and choked out. Videos of the attacks on me were sent around the high school. I could never bring myself to watch them.
I was vomiting in my mouth and passing out in geography class after I got beaten by a group, and the teacher wouldn't even let me go to the office. I also have a dent in the back of my head from when I was rammed into the locker door.
I had my drink poisoned/spiked. There was a group of men laughing at me watching me drink it, I knew they had done something but didn't know what. My mum picked me up from the vicinity and I couldn't even walk to the car I was that sick in the stomach.
I was jumped by my so called "friends" at the time and had all the money taken out of my wallet, passes, student ID, and voucher/card. I had planned on carrying out a terrible intention one of them and I am so thankful now that I had not gone through with it.
My locker was broken into and my HSC notes were stolen - I missed out into getting my first uni offer by 0.7 of an atar point. I ended up having to go to a different uni and do an extra year for the same course.
I was also forced into punching a boy in maths, so that he could bash me without any repercussions.
I was forced into the bathrooms at the end of school to fight. They blocked off the exit so I couldn't escape.
Had my broken collarbone punched intentionally whilst I still had my sling on. This was my X-ray (bone tenting through the skin prior to surgery:
View attachment 1717316
These are the current ones that still live in my head. I think venting them should help. If I remember any more main points I will comment them later on.
I've gotten used to the verbal abuse, but when physical altercations happen, or valuables are taken from me, that is the breaking point.
"sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"
@deleted dude @TheGrayWolf
Sorry you went through all that brocel. I prayed for you to be comforted. Your bullying reminds me of the movie "Carrie," but yours was worse than hers (yeah it's a fictional movie/book). And a teacher tried to help her.
I'm envious, I've got a handful of questions:For some reason, even though i'm ugly, people always treat me good, sometimes extremely good. I remember during my first day at college i didn't know where my class was so i was at the elevator and asked a pretty girl where the 25B class was. She just grabbed me by the wrist, all the way to that class (it was kinda far) and gave me a gentle farewell.
Also at the boxing gym i remember my first day, i asked a baddie who the teacher was and when the class began a handsome chadlite who obviously knew her asked her to train with him, she told him to go away and told me to stay with her and did the exercises (which were kinds embarrasing cause i had to jump over her, and she jumped over me, also we had to walk below each other extended legs, i almost got hard).
Another one i remember is when i went to do the college exams. I didn't know where the bathroom was but the a group of girls told me to use theirs, that it wasn't a problem. During those years girls my age would greet me randomly at the street.
I got more, i really think i have some sort of anti-halo effect on people, some kind of light presence that make people be kind with me. BUT, i remember 2 fatties walking the street laughed at my face and 2 female coworkers said "he is ugly" during my first day at a job, so it's not always a good experience. But i do think i have some sort of aura that attracts people in a friendly way. Last month a dude offered me his friendship out of nowhere, as i said, i got no pussy, no girls, but my presence tends to make people kind hearted.
Chile, but in the whitest region (pretty much eastern Argentina)I'm envious, I've got a handful of questions:
1. Which country do you reside in?
2. How Neurodivergent would you say you behave?
3. Do you believe pity could have been a result of this? And why?
4. What is your height?
5. What is your ethnicity?
6. How old were you at the time of each of these instances? And how old was the other person?
Thanks
Man I don't know what I am doing wrong then. Unless people are just super friendly in Chile/ArgentinaChile, but in the whitest region (pretty much eastern Argentina)
At the time of those events i was mistaken as autistic one time by a coworker who had an autistic grandson but other people just thought of me as quiet. I was extremely shy, but never diagnosed as autistic.
Nope, because it has happened too many times over the years and i'm not handicapped, also it has happened with guys my age , not only women. But it's a good theory.
5'10 but that's the average height of males in my country born after 2000 (i'm 24)
I'm mainly spanish, french, with native. The chadlite i told you about was about 6 foot with ash blonde hair.
I was 18 with the girls that let me in their bathroom (they were 17-18). The girl that helped me at boxing was 19 (i was 23), the girl that helped me at college was 20 and something, i was 21.
Nope, Chile is pretty much North Korea. Argentinians are kind though but Chile has 2 million caribbean inmigrants and they say chileans are silent, bad mannered and unhappy.Man I don't know what I am doing wrong then. Unless people are just super friendly in Chile/Argentina
So both good and bad scenarios of course, but those good scenarios I have not come across yet.Nope, Chile is pretty much North Korea. Argentinians are kind though but Chile has 2 million caribbean inmigrants and they say chileans are silent, bad mannered and unhappy.
I have recevied bad interactions though. 2 fatties laughed at my face one time, one girl at the boxing gym started mumbling or apparently got nervous when i talked to her, even ignoring me.
Sure thing, if you are comfortable with that (in conversation DMs)Give how receptive you been i can send you a pic of my face if you like, and you can tell me if you think it has trust or openess traits (i'm ugly, that said).
I'm pretty sure if you lower your inhibitions you can get people being nicer man, right now that's my goal, being more confident. If by december i'm not socially apt then i don't know what i'll do.So both good and bad scenarios of course, but those good scenarios I have not come across yet.
I have had some good encounters but that was only whilst my mum was with me.
I've had some good interactions of course, but not with people my age (yet).
Although there was one time at my church fellowship someone from another church came down and introduced himself to me which was very nice.
Sure thing, if you are comfortable with that (in conversation DMs)
Recently I have been researching articles, with the main objective to learn more about the possibility of being "confident" or more outgoing as a naturally introverted man.I'm pretty sure if you lower your inhibitions you can get people being nicer man, right now that's my goal, being more confident. If by december i'm not socially apt then i don't know what i'll do.
I'm really sorry life has been unfair to you, sometimes people can be real dicks, i have been there.
I would've killed myself long ago if I were you, your ability to carry on mogs me absurdly so. KudosAt the end of last year, I had a word document at 15 pages (around 6000 words) from every negative interaction I had since I was around 16/17 years old. When transferring computers I lost the document and was never able to publish the final product onto .is.
But I can still recall some of the worse cases. Including:
I was by myself at the shops, walking around mindlessly after getting my white card certificate. I was in EB games when these teenagers started making monkey noises at me and doing stupid actions, so I quickly left. I continued to mindlessly walk around the center when a group of about 6 younger females passed me and sprayed litres of water into my ear, wrecking my certificate and drenching my clothes. They hit me on the side of the head with whatever they drenched me with too. The place was absolutely crowded and not a single person came over to my aid. About 50 people would have seen it happen and nobody even blinked an eye.
Had a tennis ball pegged at my head and I was insulted for not throwing the ball back. I went up to the library, but I was shaking with sadness so I went down to confront them on their behaviour. I walked over to the group and before I said a word they approached me and started swearing/yelling out abuse again. I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth; and my throat felt very white. They ended up pushing into me and getting in my face and I shoved the fatter man backwards. They chased me for a few seconds and stopped after I tripped and knocked over a bin.
Had pornography searched up on my laptop and put onto max volume whilst I was at a violin lesson. I always sat at the front during maths next to the teacher, and porn + music played out at max volume. I shut the laptop and it still kept playing - at max volume in front of everyone.
At the end of high school, I was knocked unconscious numerous times, and choked out. Videos of the attacks on me were sent around the high school. I could never bring myself to watch them.
I was vomiting in my mouth and passing out in geography class after I got beaten by a group, and the teacher wouldn't even let me go to the office. I also have a dent in the back of my head from when I was rammed into the locker door.
I had my drink poisoned/spiked. There was a group of men laughing at me watching me drink it, I knew they had done something but didn't know what. My mum picked me up from the vicinity and I couldn't even walk to the car I was that sick in the stomach.
I was jumped by my so called "friends" at the time and had all the money taken out of my wallet, passes, student ID, and voucher/card. I had planned on carrying out a terrible intention one of them and I am so thankful now that I had not gone through with it.
My locker was broken into and my HSC notes were stolen - I missed out into getting my first uni offer by 0.7 of an atar point. I ended up having to go to a different uni and do an extra year for the same course.
I was also forced into punching a boy in maths, so that he could bash me without any repercussions.
I was forced into the bathrooms at the end of school to fight. They blocked off the exit so I couldn't escape.
Had my broken collarbone punched intentionally whilst I still had my sling on. This was my X-ray (bone tenting through the skin prior to surgery:
View attachment 1717316
These are the current ones that still live in my head. I think venting them should help. If I remember any more main points I will comment them later on.
I've gotten used to the verbal abuse, but when physical altercations happen, or valuables are taken from me, that is the breaking point.
"sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"
@deleted dude @TheGrayWolf
Recently I have been researching articles, with the main objective to learn more about the possibility of being "confident" or more outgoing as a naturally introverted man.
A while ago I saw a clip of someone stating that our neurological pathways in regards to this subject is incredibly hard to change naturally.
It's all about showing your brain you don't die after a social rejection. You can start light by greeting your neighbours, first a short hello, then a longer greeting, good morning, good afternoon, goodbye, then scalate to "how you doing". It feels shitty first but with time you get automatic.Recently I have been researching articles, with the main objective to learn more about the possibility of being "confident" or more outgoing as a naturally introverted man.
A while ago I saw a clip of someone stating that our neurological pathways in regards to this subject is incredibly hard to change naturally.
I've watched these PUAs do it, and tried to catch on to what they would say. But their objective is different to mine.It's all about showing your brain you don't die after a social rejection. You can start light by greeting your neighbours, first a short hello, then a longer greeting, good morning, good afternoon, goodbye, then scalate to "how you doing". It feels shitty first but with time you get automatic.
In a month you can be striking up conversation with them
I Think PUAs is bullshit, here in the forum you got a guy with 70 trys and no success. But i do think cold approach is benefitial if done with the purpose of lowering inhibition. But i would do it far away from home to avoid seeing the people who rejected you again. Like i would go to a small town near my city.I've watched these PUAs do it, and tried to catch on to what they would say. But their objective is different to mine.
I'm looking for a wife, someone who is God fearing and is a believer. My best case would be to find a girl in my church, but it doesn't look like that will be happening any time soon.
And another thing is, each person behaves different in a social setting. I've had a conversation almost fine with some people, but with the majority it's hard.
And honestly, if I can't even get a female to speak to me, then what are the chances they want to be my wifeI Think PUAs is bullshit, here in the forum you got a guy with 70 trys and no success. But i do think cold approach is benefitial if done with the purpose of lowering inhibition. But i would do it far away from home to avoid seeing the people who rejected you again. Like i would go to a small town near my city.
Yeah, but i think you gotta see the social rejections as part of the progress, they are necessary to get you resilient.
In my case i don't want a wife, i just want to be a normie, that's the dream of many, and having a girl is practically the foot on the door
Idk what's wrong with Australia but I feel as though bullying is significantly worse here compared to other countries. You have obnoxious convict descendant normies and htn+ who love to torment and abuse anyone who is ND and below ltn.At the end of last year, I had a word document at 15 pages (around 6000 words) from every negative interaction I had since I was around 16/17 years old. When transferring computers I lost the document and was never able to publish the final product onto .is.
But I can still recall some of the worse cases. Including:
I was by myself at the shops, walking around mindlessly after getting my white card certificate. I was in EB games when these teenagers started making monkey noises at me and doing stupid actions, so I quickly left. I continued to mindlessly walk around the center when a group of about 6 younger females passed me and sprayed litres of water into my ear, wrecking my certificate and drenching my clothes. They hit me on the side of the head with whatever they drenched me with too. The place was absolutely crowded and not a single person came over to my aid. About 50 people would have seen it happen and nobody even blinked an eye.
Had a tennis ball pegged at my head and I was insulted for not throwing the ball back. I went up to the library, but I was shaking with sadness so I went down to confront them on their behaviour. I walked over to the group and before I said a word they approached me and started swearing/yelling out abuse again. I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth; and my throat felt very white. They ended up pushing into me and getting in my face and I shoved the fatter man backwards. They chased me for a few seconds and stopped after I tripped and knocked over a bin.
Had pornography searched up on my laptop and put onto max volume whilst I was at a violin lesson. I always sat at the front during maths next to the teacher, and porn + music played out at max volume. I shut the laptop and it still kept playing - at max volume in front of everyone.
At the end of high school, I was knocked unconscious numerous times, and choked out. Videos of the attacks on me were sent around the high school. I could never bring myself to watch them.
I was vomiting in my mouth and passing out in geography class after I got beaten by a group, and the teacher wouldn't even let me go to the office. I also have a dent in the back of my head from when I was rammed into the locker door.
I had my drink poisoned/spiked. There was a group of men laughing at me watching me drink it, I knew they had done something but didn't know what. My mum picked me up from the vicinity and I couldn't even walk to the car I was that sick in the stomach.
I was jumped by my so called "friends" at the time and had all the money taken out of my wallet, passes, student ID, and voucher/card. I had planned on carrying out a terrible intention one of them and I am so thankful now that I had not gone through with it.
My locker was broken into and my HSC notes were stolen - I missed out into getting my first uni offer by 0.7 of an atar point. I ended up having to go to a different uni and do an extra year for the same course.
I was also forced into punching a boy in maths, so that he could bash me without any repercussions.
I was forced into the bathrooms at the end of school to fight. They blocked off the exit so I couldn't escape.
Had my broken collarbone punched intentionally whilst I still had my sling on. This was my X-ray (bone tenting through the skin prior to surgery:
View attachment 1717316
These are the current ones that still live in my head. I think venting them should help. If I remember any more main points I will comment them later on.
I've gotten used to the verbal abuse, but when physical altercations happen, or valuables are taken from me, that is the breaking point.
"sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"
@deleted dude @TheGrayWolf
Yes, and I would say Australia is one of the worst places in the world in regards to bullying.Idk what's wrong with Australia but I feel as though bullying is significantly worse here compared to other countries. You have obnoxious convict descendant normies and htn+ who love to torment and abuse anyone who is ND and below ltn.
Try meeting women in other places but not the street. Even if you are handsome chances are slim. At your church there must be plenty. The thing is: you gotta be a regular, talk to her often, and only after a couple weeks you ask her out, asking out after a talking phase is the key. That's the normie method.And honestly, if I can't even get a female to speak to me, then what are the chances they want to be my wife
True, you can't leave it too long, otherwise you will just view you as the gay best friend.Try meeting women in other places but not the street. Even if you are handsome chances are slim. At your church there must be plenty. The thing is: you gotta be a regular, talk to her often, and only after a couple weeks you ask her out, asking out after a talking phase is the key. That's the normie method.
Wow... what a brutal story, man. I've never been through anything like that. I deal with a lot of verbal abuse because of my looks, but damn... how did you manage to endure all of that? I'm an atheist, but if God exists, you definitely deserve a place in heaven to finally rest after everything you've suffered here.At the end of last year, I had a word document at 15 pages (around 6000 words) from every negative interaction I had since I was around 16/17 years old. When transferring computers I lost the document and was never able to publish the final product onto .is.
But I can still recall some of the worse cases. Including:
I was by myself at the shops, walking around mindlessly after getting my white card certificate. I was in EB games when these teenagers started making monkey noises at me and doing stupid actions, so I quickly left. I continued to mindlessly walk around the center when a group of about 6 younger females passed me and sprayed litres of water into my ear, wrecking my certificate and drenching my clothes. They hit me on the side of the head with whatever they drenched me with too. The place was absolutely crowded and not a single person came over to my aid. About 50 people would have seen it happen and nobody even blinked an eye.
Had a tennis ball pegged at my head and I was insulted for not throwing the ball back. I went up to the library, but I was shaking with sadness so I went down to confront them on their behaviour. I walked over to the group and before I said a word they approached me and started swearing/yelling out abuse again. I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth; and my throat felt very white. They ended up pushing into me and getting in my face and I shoved the fatter man backwards. They chased me for a few seconds and stopped after I tripped and knocked over a bin.
Had pornography searched up on my laptop and put onto max volume whilst I was at a violin lesson. I always sat at the front during maths next to the teacher, and porn + music played out at max volume. I shut the laptop and it still kept playing - at max volume in front of everyone.
At the end of high school, I was knocked unconscious numerous times, and choked out. Videos of the attacks on me were sent around the high school. I could never bring myself to watch them.
I was vomiting in my mouth and passing out in geography class after I got beaten by a group, and the teacher wouldn't even let me go to the office. I also have a dent in the back of my head from when I was rammed into the locker door.
I had my drink poisoned/spiked. There was a group of men laughing at me watching me drink it, I knew they had done something but didn't know what. My mum picked me up from the vicinity and I couldn't even walk to the car I was that sick in the stomach.
I was jumped by my so called "friends" at the time and had all the money taken out of my wallet, passes, student ID, and voucher/card. I had planned on carrying out a terrible intention one of them and I am so thankful now that I had not gone through with it.
My locker was broken into and my HSC notes were stolen - I missed out into getting my first uni offer by 0.7 of an atar point. I ended up having to go to a different uni and do an extra year for the same course.
I was also forced into punching a boy in maths, so that he could bash me without any repercussions.
I was forced into the bathrooms at the end of school to fight. They blocked off the exit so I couldn't escape.
Had my broken collarbone punched intentionally whilst I still had my sling on. This was my X-ray (bone tenting through the skin prior to surgery:
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These are the current ones that still live in my head. I think venting them should help. If I remember any more main points I will comment them later on.
I've gotten used to the verbal abuse, but when physical altercations happen, or valuables are taken from me, that is the breaking point.
"sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"
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If I did not fear God I would have not been able to control my intentions towards them.Wow... what a brutal story, man. I've never been through anything like that. I deal with a lot of verbal abuse because of my looks, but damn... how did you manage to endure all of that? I'm an atheist, but if God exists, you definitely deserve a place in heaven to finally rest after everything you've suffered here.
I wish you become a millionaire before you die. I couldn't bear to go through all this; you're a strong man. I say you're stronger than many chads and normies for enduring life's pains and still standing... May things get better for you, brocel!!!If I did not fear God I would have not been able to control my intentions towards them.
Thank you
You too brocel, I wish you the bestI wish you become a millionaire before you die. I couldn't bear to go through all this; you're a strong man. I say you're stronger than many chads and normies for enduring life's pains and still standing... May things get better for you, brocel!!!
They don't careHow is it possible that none of this led to arrests for assault or at least disciplinary action? I guess unless you're a muslim migrant Australian law enforcement could not give a fuck about what happens to you.
Man... I don't even know what to say. Im sorry you've been through all of this.
I hate those violant normies, i wish they all die a painful death. It may sound harsh but i hate bullies with a passion.
Where was the fucking teachers, where were other students? Fuck all of them someone should have stood up for you, I know I would.
I feel for you brother, I hope things are better now.
Why didn't you do something about it. Should have just stopped going there atleast if you lacked the balls to take any actionwhats the matter?
Are you kidding me? There is nothing I could have done. The times when I fought back I would get slammed.Why didn't you do something about it. Should have just stopped going there atleast if you lacked the balls to take any action
Are you kidding me? There is nothing I could have done. The times when I fought back I would get slammed.
If I brought it to the teachers attention - they would get me into trouble, and the situation would only worsen.
So kill yourself saying I lacked the balls, there is actually nothing I could have done - and I tried to change schools in year 11 but the slip was delayed and I would have missed my prelim exams. You sound like a bully yourself
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