Story The Art class trauma

[TheJester]

Just read a comment from based Grey @Qadr

Instantly remembered another shock story!

I remembered my mom send me to Art Class, everthing was okay first few visits. There were a few guys there, honestly i think they were all at most LTN and everyone else girls. Day after day less guys visited that Art class. One day I was left the ONLY boy. The left over girls were annoyed about how good I could draw (btw this continoued further into my life even to the point I became talented enough to create hyperrealistic art while others drew like ONE draws original webcomic One Punch Man).

Then out of nowhere 3 girls randomly started to mock me when I told them I watch Spongebob at age 13. One girl said (I remember exactly, she sat behind me) "Thats so childish, my 6 year old sister watches that, are you a baby or what?"

Thinking about it now they must have actually had sex orgies with Chads behind closed doors.

The next week I went again and the teacher didnt come by. I was in a room with 6 other girls I didnt know and they all started bullying me suddenly, then i went out to the restroom and came back but something was off, the door seemed closed, first thought teacher came by and closed the door and everyone went home, but well my backpack was still inside! Then i heard the sluts on the other side laughting about me, so i pulled really hard to get in, I pulled against all 6 of them and got SLIGHTLY in, one of my fingers slipped inside and i lost the pull and started screaming. They broke and almost Cut off my index finger! No teacher present for some reason.


They let go a split second and i got my hand out but finger was broken and I had severe trouble for the next 3 months writing. I also went to doc to get it fixed.

Funny enough my parent STILL send me there, but what did I do? I did not ever again go to the art class room, but rather went into a PC Pool room and played a game called "Happy Wheels" were I designed a level that was all about shredding the females down with that one fat guy on a landmower!

Also evolved further into social anxiety since I didnt know what was off with me.

Well, I didnt have a smartphone since it was too expensive for my parents and did never care about mainstream (hasnt changed till now).

Wow really makes me think again how certain Actions towards me shaped me further. I wasnt the problem at all, they were!

Now it makes even more sense that when I quit that for good, 2 years later at 16 my MOM yet again dragged me to another art class, the moment I entered the room WITH my mom, there were 5 girls aged 12 to 18 sitting there looking weird at me an I YELLED to my mother "FUCK OFF WITH THIS SHIT I AM OUT"

Mother didnt want me to go, said "I need to socialize by expressing my "creativity" to others, grabbed her at the hand, stared her into the face, and dragged her ass out of there IMMEDIATELY!

To this day I have a weird boney growth on my right index finger whos origin I questioned the past few years. Now I suddenly remembered due to this comment. THEY COURSED IT!

I made a pic and wanted to post it here but I am sorry for not sharing it. I think it is too private.

Still I wanted to share the story itself.

Thanks for reading.

 

[light]

tldr?

 

[AtrociousCitizen]

Read it all. Absolutely brutal.

 

[Grodd]

Read it all. Absolutely brutal.

 

[Qadr]

Just read a comment from based Grey @Qadr

Instantly remembered another shock story!

I remembered my mom send me to Art Class, everthing was okay first few visits. There were a few guys there, honestly i think they were all at most LTN and everyone else girls. Day after day less guys visited that Art class. One day I was left the ONLY boy. The left over girls were annoyed about how good I could draw (btw this continoued further into my life even to the point I became talented enough to create hyperrealistic art while others drew like ONE draws original webcomic One Punch Man).

Then out of nowhere 3 girls randomly started to mock me when I told them I watch Spongebob at age 13. One girl said (I remember exactly, she sat behind me) "Thats so childish, my 6 year old sister watches that, are you a baby or what?"

Thinking about it now they must have actually had sex orgies with Chads behind closed doors.

The next week I went again and the teacher didnt come by. I was in a room with 6 other girls I didnt know and they all started bullying me suddenly, then i went out to the restroom and came back but something was off, the door seemed closed, first thought teacher came by and closed the door and everyone went home, but well my backpack was still inside! Then i heard the sluts on the other side laughting about me, so i pulled really hard to get in, I pulled against all 6 of them and got SLIGHTLY in, one of my fingers slipped inside and i lost the pull and started screaming. They broke and almost Cut off my index finger! No teacher present for some reason.


They let go a split second and i got my hand out but finger was broken and I had severe trouble for the next 3 months writing. I also went to doc to get it fixed.

Funny enough my parent STILL send me there, but what did I do? I did not ever again go to the art class room, but rather went into a PC Pool room and played a game called "Happy Wheels" were I designed a level that was all about shredding the females down with that one fat guy on a landmower!

Also evolved further into social anxiety since I didnt know what was off with me.

Well, I didnt have a smartphone since it was too expensive for my parents and did never care about mainstream (hasnt changed till now).

Wow really makes me think again how certain Actions towards me shaped me further. I wasnt the problem at all, they were!

Now it makes even more sense that when I quit that for good, 2 years later at 16 my MOM yet again dragged me to another art class, the moment I entered the room WITH my mom, there were 5 girls aged 12 to 18 sitting there looking weird at me an I YELLED to my mother "FUCK OFF WITH THIS SHIT I AM OUT"

Mother didnt want me to go, said "I need to socialize by expressing my "creativity" to others, grabbed her at the hand, stared her into the face, and dragged her ass out of there IMMEDIATELY!

To this day I have a weird boney growth on my right index finger whos origin I questioned the past few years. Now I suddenly remembered due to this comment. THEY COURSED IT!

I made a pic and wanted to post it here but I am sorry for not sharing it. I think it is too private.

Still I wanted to share the story itself.

Thanks for reading.

Brutal, do they get expelled at least?
Ty for pin

 

[Emba]

Read it all. Absolutely brutal.

Brutal

 

[TheJester]

Brutal, do they get expelled at least?
Ty for pin

No. Like I said, I simply never got there again and no I did not report them ever again.

I never met the Art Teacher who was supposed to supervise the class ever again either.

I DID tho see the girls again a few years later where we walked by on the City fest. We were 5 years older then. It was the 26. August 2018.

 

[Qadr]

No. Like I said, I simply never got there again and no I did not report them ever again.

I never met the Art Teacher who was supposed to supervise the class ever again either.

I DID tho see the girls again a few years later where we walked by on the City fest. We were 5 years older then. It was the 26. August 2018.

Good luck bro

 

[VλREN]

I got kicked out of clay class because I was fucking around and the teacher was a dick

 

[VλREN]

Wtf I think I played that happy wheels level

 

[TheJester]

Wtf I think I played that happy wheels level

Really? I had it uploaded to public, it was basically just that fat Black dude mowing down a whole line of all women characters in the game, no obstacles or anything else.

 

[VλREN]

Really? I had it uploaded to public, it was basically just that fat Black dude mowing down a whole line of all women characters in the game, no obstacles or anything else.

70% chance

 

[Orzmund]

Are you still drawing?

 

[TheJester]

Are you still drawing?

No havent honed my skills in a while.

I was once close to Yusuke Murata level - current Murata not Prime Murata but still

 

[suicidecase]

Brutal. You should have beaten the shit out of every one of them.

 

[Rapistcel]

Acabo de leer un comentario de Grey @Qadr

¡Recordé instantáneamente otra historia impactante!

Recordé que mi madre me había enviado a la clase de arte, todo estuvo bien en las primeras visitas. Había algunos chicos allí, honestamente creo que todos eran como mucho LTN y todos los demás chicas. Día tras día menos chicos visitaban esa clase de arte. Un día me quedé como el ÚNICO chico. Las chicas que quedaban estaban molestas por lo bien que podía dibujar (por cierto, esto continuó más adelante en mi vida, incluso hasta el punto en que me volví lo suficientemente talentoso como para crear arte hiperrealista mientras otros dibujaban como ONE dibuja el cómic web original One Punch Man).

Entonces, de la nada, 3 niñas al azar comenzaron a burlarse de mí cuando les dije que veía Bob Esponja a los 13 años. Una niña dijo (recuerdo exactamente, estaba sentada detrás de mí) "Eso es tan infantil, mi hermana de 6 años ve eso, ¿eres un bebé o qué?"

Pensándolo ahora, debieron haber tenido orgías sexuales con Chads a puertas cerradas.:sienteque:

La semana siguiente volví a ir y la profesora no pasó. Estaba en una habitación con otras 6 chicas que no conocía y todas empezaron a acosarme de repente, luego salí al baño y regresé pero algo no estaba bien, la puerta parecía cerrada, primero pensé que la profesora pasó y cerró la puerta y todas se fueron a casa, ¡pero bueno, mi mochila todavía estaba adentro! Entonces escuché a las zorras del otro lado riéndose de mí, así que tiré muy fuerte para entrar, tiré contra las 6 y entré LIGERAMENTE, uno de mis dedos se deslizó dentro y perdí el tirón y comencé a gritar. ¡Se rompieron y casi me cortan el dedo índice! No había ninguna profesora presente por alguna razón.


Me soltaron una fracción de segundo y saqué la mano, pero tenía el dedo roto y tuve graves problemas para escribir durante los siguientes tres meses. También fui al médico para que me lo arreglara.

Es curioso, mis padres TODAVÍA me enviaron allí, pero ¿qué hice? Nunca más volví a la clase de arte, sino que entré en una sala de billar de PC y jugué a un juego llamado "Happy Wheels", en el que diseñé un nivel que consistía en destrozar a las mujeres con ese tipo gordo en una cortadora de césped.

También evolucionó hacia una mayor ansiedad social porque no sabía qué me pasaba.

Bueno, no tenía un teléfono inteligente porque era demasiado caro para mis padres y nunca me importó la corriente principal (no ha cambiado hasta ahora).

Guau, realmente me hace pensar de nuevo en cómo ciertas acciones hacia mí me moldearon aún más. ¡Yo no era el problema en absoluto, lo eran ellos!

Ahora tiene aún más sentido que cuando dejé eso para siempre, 2 años después, a los 16, mi MAMÁ me arrastró nuevamente a otra clase de arte, en el momento en que entré a la sala CON mi mamá, había 5 chicas de entre 12 y 18 años sentadas allí mirándome raro y le GRITÉ a mi madre "VETE A LA MIERDA CON ESTA MIERDA, ME FUERA".

Mi madre no quería que me fuera, dijo: "Necesito socializar expresando mi "creatividad" a los demás", la agarró de la mano, la miró a la cara y la arrastró fuera de allí ¡INMEDIATAMENTE!

Hasta el día de hoy tengo un extraño bulto óseo en mi dedo índice derecho cuyo origen cuestioné durante los últimos años. Ahora, de repente, lo recordé debido a este comentario. ¡LO HAN PERDIDO!

Hice una foto y quería publicarla aquí, pero lamento no compartirla. Creo que es demasiado privada.

Aún así quería compartir la historia en sí.

Gracias por leer.

"just be yourself bro"

 

[Rapistcel]

Read it all. Absolutely brutal.