Joined Jun 22 2012
15 years old
My interests are Sci-Fi, Film making, creating art and stories, animation, ROCK music, cooking,video games.
My favorite places to be are out in the wilderness and on a beach. If I were given a free ticket to
go any where, I would choose to go to a far distant planet that I've made up in my head. I am
hoping to make a few good friends who are pure inside, who will back me up if trouble shows up.
This is my story of the Godless and Unforgivable things that have happened to me @school. It all started in the second grade in a small town school. My teacher yelled@ me backing me into a corner, called me a twit and some kids in the class laughed at me then grabbed the back of my arm escorting me to the office. The reason for this was that I had squealed and ran to my cubby to grab my back pack when the bell rang and school was dismissed.After that I was taken advantage of and called names because I could not speak. I had Select Mutism from High Anxiety.
Teachers and some kids at school blamed me for things I didn't do, and called a jerk, turd face, brat, loser and a pervert!?! It is hard for me to communcate with words what I feel,need,want. I didn't know how to say or explain it to others so I didn't speak much at all. Mostly I just drew about things or situations alot. the teachers would get mad at me when I drew during class. My Mom talked to them a lot of times so they would understand me. They said they would make things better but nothing changed, only got worse. Drawing is also very calming for me. The teachers would scribble on, crumple up, shred, and throw away my drawings. I felt very hurt and angry about it. Things like this contiued on through the fifth grade.
Then came the worst of all, sixth grade. I was in a new school and I didn't know anyone and I was lied about, blamed for things, accused of things, called names and my art work was ruined then thrown away. I just couldn't stand it anymore. One day I was on the computer at school and the teacher pulled the plug on me without any warning. Then I threw a huge fit about it. They eook it as a threat, they called in a team, cornered me and restrained me. Both my arms were pulled back behind me and and I was in a headlock.When I tried to relax it hurt worse. When I tried to speak they gave me a violent jerk under my arms where they held me and it hurt real bad. The principal called the police to the school. When I saw them I felt like my heart would stop beating and they were going to hurt me. Wen they heard that my Dad had arrived they let go of me and carelessly let me drop to the floor. And I am still trying to get over all the hateful, heartlessness abuse that I have gone through. Life is difficult enough without adding in paid teachers who confuse and make things worse.
I feel better now that I have typed this out and I hope this doesn't happen to anyone else.