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  • - Maykala


    For 12 years, I’ve suffered pain, hurt, humiliation and mental torture.

    I was only 5 when it all started to happen. I was 5 year’s old when I became a target for years worth of torture.

    I was different in others eyes as a child, I had glasses, and I had a vivid imagination. As most children normally do. Now of course back then I wouldn’t of understood why I got hit, beaten, and verbally abused. Though now I understand why. I didn’t have friends, no one liked to play with me, and I just didn’t get it. Walking around the school alone, I’d get pushed, shoved, thrown into walls and against fences. Occasionally strangled and hit. I remember once, getting on the bus to go to school and I got pushed to the ground by a year seven girl and she stood on my head. Going into years 3 and 4 I use to sit on a log next to the playground and cry. I would cry endlessly and no one asked me what was wrong or tried to comfort me. Teachers did nothing about my bullying. I performed poorly in school and couldn’t focus right because of the abuse no matter how hard I tried. I would get in trouble all the time for things other students blamed on me. It’s rather terrifying when your 9 years old having teachers screaming at you. I would go home everyday in tears. For sometime my mother and grandfather did try and help me overcome my problems but it was useless. It only got worse.

    I changed schools going into my fifth year of primary and once again I had difficulty with the no friends situation. The bullying came harder at this school then the last. People would walk up to me and say absolutely horrible things to me, hit me, strangle me, push me to the ground, inflict whatever pain they could. I had no one, and then Kim came into my class. At first I didn’t like her at all, I thought she would be like everyone else. I was so closed off I had an extremely difficult time trying to realise she wasn’t going to hurt me. If anything she stood up for me. And because Kim became assosciated with me she suffered too. Before me, she never experienced bullying. Ever. And I can honestly say she saved my life. Because I was having extreme suicidal thoughts. I pleaded my mother for help with the bullying, and was hurt when she didn’t do anything about it anymore. Since I didn’t know my dad I only had my mum and grandfather. I had no support from my family. Atleast thats what it felt like.
    Kim was the only one to keep me breathing. I knew when I was going to do it, I knew how, and I had thought about it quite seriously. I had wanted to die. But that fiery red headed girl came into my life, at just the right time. And now, I can’t thank her enough. The years after that, my grandparents divorced, we were in and out of houses, and the bullying followed in much the same pattern as it did before. I couldn’t be a child anymore, I had to rush my mind to grow up. I never experienced a childhood. I missed out. I was able to lock the hurt away and start ignoring everyone, and everything. Except of course the few friends I had managed to gain. My appreciation for what ever friends I had was immense. My friends became my family since I thought my own didn’t seem to care. My appreciation for life intensified, since I had nearly gone to extreme lengths, managed to keep myself alive and I started to draw. Art helped me cope with the emotions I felt inside, all the hurt, the anger, the hatred and confusion. I wasn’t so good then but I was able to evolve my talent into what it is now. Given that I bottled up my emotions I was always like a ticking time bomb. and all my friends knew it. Sometimes when I was at home, I would suffer extreme breakdowns and I would cry for hours. My brother occasionally walking into my room to tell me to shut up and get over it. Going into high school things eased up a bit for me, but intensified for Kim. and it was horrible. She gave up with the ignorance one day, got up and beat her harrasser to a pulp. She had had it with bullys. The emotional turmoil I suffered inside needed to be tended to, so I went to the school nurse, as she was the only one I trusted out of the adult community in the area to not judge or say hurtful things. And she would always try to help. Heck, she even helped me with a severe breakup. I recommended her to Kim a few times but, kim wouldn’t go. She developed trust issues more severe then my own when I was back in primary school. As the years went on, things started getting hard again. My friends started turning on me and I was again suffering suicidal tendancies. Finally when I was in year 10, I left the state. I was shattered having to leave kim behind but I thought of this as a new beginning. The bullying nearly completely stopped, but I was out of school for about a month. And I would cry, nearly everyday because of how intensely lonely I was. I was at the place I moved to for two and a half years, and I still got the occasional jive, shove or fight. And I still haven’t forgotten Kim. I went back a few times last year to see her, though each time I went back, people still sneered, called me names and threatened me. Though, I don’t hate them. They made me realise what I never want to be. I defend myself now and the very few friends who didn’t hurt me, through all the years of suffering, pain and hatred. I fight for those I don’t know and stand up for them and help when I can. Because I know what its like. People judge me too easily. They don’t know who I am or what I’m like and they so freely make assumptions. The bullys made me who I am. Though I’m trying still my hardest to heal, I know the wounds won’t go away. I’ve nearly finished with highschool, I have goals and ambition, the only thing that still effects me seriously is my fear to have fun. I fear it, because I don’t want to be judged anymore. I just want to move on with life and hopefully these people will see what they’ve done, see what they’ve cost me, and raise their children to be better people then they were.

    Enough is enough.