Ghotis
February 13th, 2012, 02:19 AM
Hi, my name is Richard and I'm a 16 male. Hopefully this forum can help me.
When I was 7 I was raped by a family "friend". That was a long time ago, and I have tried to keep it a secret from everyone - My family is already split and I pretty much live by myself now, I don't want to cut those weak bonds any more than they are already. Whenever I wanted to tell my parents, they would be to busy telling each other how they hated each other.
When I reached puberty, I wanted to be strong so I would never have that happen to me or anyone I loved again. So I started going to the gym and have been for 4 years now. It made me confident and I believe the self-reward stopped me from self-harm and thinking I'm worthless - I am still depressed, and it shows in my general impression. I have never done self-harm but I find it hard to not cry at night.
That's the back story. The probelm is that a new chemistry teacher was added to replace our old one. Being one of those "Funny guys" he started making jokes about me being depressed, as I usually sit at the back and mind my own buissness.
"Cheer up Richard".
I hate it when people say that. I really hate it when people are joking about depression and they have no idea that you are depressed.
"It's not like school's that bad"
"Turn that frown upside down"
The class didn't say anything. They thought I was not depressed because of what I've done in previous years. They teacher, getting no reaction, just went on and on. I keep putting pressure on my pen, as a sort of release from this douche bag. Then "Look mate, it's not my fault you look like a depressed shit. Be happy, cheer up!".
I stormed out of the class and went to the toilets. I smashed a mirror and sat in the stall crying. The teachers came in - "I've never taught such an ungre -" - then he saw me crying on the floor. After 9 years I thought I'd got away from the fear and memories of my rape, and now I just feel helpless again. A big fit, popular senior crying like a baby in a stall spread fast and now the Principle wants to see me tommorow.
My question, for those who have been through stuff like this before, should I tell him the truth? Should I just generalise? Should I tell him about the abuse I got? I can't think of the shit I'll get tommorow, or if I can even hold my temper...
Any advice? Thanks for reading my story, and I know I'm not the only one... :)
When I was 7 I was raped by a family "friend". That was a long time ago, and I have tried to keep it a secret from everyone - My family is already split and I pretty much live by myself now, I don't want to cut those weak bonds any more than they are already. Whenever I wanted to tell my parents, they would be to busy telling each other how they hated each other.
When I reached puberty, I wanted to be strong so I would never have that happen to me or anyone I loved again. So I started going to the gym and have been for 4 years now. It made me confident and I believe the self-reward stopped me from self-harm and thinking I'm worthless - I am still depressed, and it shows in my general impression. I have never done self-harm but I find it hard to not cry at night.
That's the back story. The probelm is that a new chemistry teacher was added to replace our old one. Being one of those "Funny guys" he started making jokes about me being depressed, as I usually sit at the back and mind my own buissness.
"Cheer up Richard".
I hate it when people say that. I really hate it when people are joking about depression and they have no idea that you are depressed.
"It's not like school's that bad"
"Turn that frown upside down"
The class didn't say anything. They thought I was not depressed because of what I've done in previous years. They teacher, getting no reaction, just went on and on. I keep putting pressure on my pen, as a sort of release from this douche bag. Then "Look mate, it's not my fault you look like a depressed shit. Be happy, cheer up!".
I stormed out of the class and went to the toilets. I smashed a mirror and sat in the stall crying. The teachers came in - "I've never taught such an ungre -" - then he saw me crying on the floor. After 9 years I thought I'd got away from the fear and memories of my rape, and now I just feel helpless again. A big fit, popular senior crying like a baby in a stall spread fast and now the Principle wants to see me tommorow.
My question, for those who have been through stuff like this before, should I tell him the truth? Should I just generalise? Should I tell him about the abuse I got? I can't think of the shit I'll get tommorow, or if I can even hold my temper...
Any advice? Thanks for reading my story, and I know I'm not the only one... :)