alex4nder
March 23rd, 2012, 07:57 PM
This will be a very long post, as i don't know where to start so i'll just start from the beginning..
I was born on the last days of June, some eighteen years ago.. growing up and starting school, i never really had any issues as i was a happy kid and so was my brother, who was born couple of years after me.
Sure, dad took off when i was about four or so, but i barely remember him or that time.. doubt my brother does either, since he was 'bout two when he left.
I had friends and as said, was this happy-go-lucky kid who had nothing troubling him.. until high school started.
Things just started to go downhill from there.. new school, new rules.. lost most of my friends, since most of them ended going to different schools than i did.. meaning, as the kid with no friends it was easy for the bullies to zero onto me.. and someone did, another boy and his friends who were were year or two older than i was.
It got bad.. real bad, as i think i might've mentioned elsewhere on the forums here.. it was mostly mental abuse at first, which i was dealing with initially, but then it got physical too and i practically stopped going to school.
At that point, i felt like no one cared.. not teachers, not anyone.. i tried talking about it, but that got absolutely nowhere so i eventually gave up and accepted my fate, so to speak.
I still had some friends back then.. mainly my best friend whom i'd known since kindergarden.. i had this mad crush on him.. i would've done anything he asked of be, basically as long as i'd just got to hang out with him.
Well, before things developed one way or the other, we ended up moving.. so i lost whatever friends i had left, but also got away from the constant bullying, which i viewed as godsend at the time.
Around that time, i think i started to block things.. went into denial, as i didn't want others to know how horrible i always felt.. mainly because i didn't want my mom or brother to worry about me..
So when asked 'How are you?' or the like, i'd smile, nod my head and say i was fine.. how everything was fine, how nothing was bothering me..
Fast forwarding ahead, i got through high school.. physical bullying had stopped after the move, but the mental abuse was still there, but i learned to tolerate it and thus managed to pull myself through, even though i did struggle at times.
Skipping ahead a bit again, to about week and half ago.. one night, after getting my homework done, sitting here in the dark, browsing the web like i usually tend to do before i go to bed, i came across some news articles.. about bullying.. Jamey Rodemeyer.. his youtube vid.. and more, when it finally hit me.
Despite saying it to my family, the few friends that i have, even myself.. i'm not alright.. haven't been alright for a very long time.. infact, i'm drowning.. been drowning for as long as i can remember..
I've been in denial for years.. about what happened in the past and about my own sexuality and now that the dam's been broken and it's all coming out.. good god how it hurts..
It's almost like a physical pain now.. making me almost want to cry (pathetic, i know) and i simply can't seem to shake it, no matter how badly i want it to end and go away..
So here i am, contemplating of taking my life as i write this post in the middle of the night because i once again can't sleep.. there's no one i can talk to.. as i can't say anything to my brother, as he'd freak out and i don't want to make him feel bad or make him suffer.. can't say anything to my mom, as she'd fall to pieces and worse.. just like she did when the word 'suicide' was mentioned last time.. can't dump this on the few friends that i have, because they'd probably vanish faster than i could count to three and i doubt i could deal with that right now..
I'm sitting here and hoping.. i don't know what exactly.. that there'd be someone i could talk to? Someone that could talk me out my suicidal thoughts and plans?
But honestly, i'm a coward.. i couldn't go through with it and kill myself right now.. as it'd hurt my brother and my mom.. hurt them badly.
But i'm scared.. so very scared that regardless of not wanting to cause my family pain, i just might do it should a chance present itself during one of my more darker moments.
*quick glance upwards*
To those actually reading through this:
I'm sorry, i shouldn't have dropped this here.. but i just had to get it out, for the first time.. maybe it'll actually help me sleep now, at least for a few hours.. :whoops:
TL;DR - Used to be in denial.. now semi-suicidal, thanks to all the stuff i've been bottling up for the past 6+ years..
I was born on the last days of June, some eighteen years ago.. growing up and starting school, i never really had any issues as i was a happy kid and so was my brother, who was born couple of years after me.
Sure, dad took off when i was about four or so, but i barely remember him or that time.. doubt my brother does either, since he was 'bout two when he left.
I had friends and as said, was this happy-go-lucky kid who had nothing troubling him.. until high school started.
Things just started to go downhill from there.. new school, new rules.. lost most of my friends, since most of them ended going to different schools than i did.. meaning, as the kid with no friends it was easy for the bullies to zero onto me.. and someone did, another boy and his friends who were were year or two older than i was.
It got bad.. real bad, as i think i might've mentioned elsewhere on the forums here.. it was mostly mental abuse at first, which i was dealing with initially, but then it got physical too and i practically stopped going to school.
At that point, i felt like no one cared.. not teachers, not anyone.. i tried talking about it, but that got absolutely nowhere so i eventually gave up and accepted my fate, so to speak.
I still had some friends back then.. mainly my best friend whom i'd known since kindergarden.. i had this mad crush on him.. i would've done anything he asked of be, basically as long as i'd just got to hang out with him.
Well, before things developed one way or the other, we ended up moving.. so i lost whatever friends i had left, but also got away from the constant bullying, which i viewed as godsend at the time.
Around that time, i think i started to block things.. went into denial, as i didn't want others to know how horrible i always felt.. mainly because i didn't want my mom or brother to worry about me..
So when asked 'How are you?' or the like, i'd smile, nod my head and say i was fine.. how everything was fine, how nothing was bothering me..
Fast forwarding ahead, i got through high school.. physical bullying had stopped after the move, but the mental abuse was still there, but i learned to tolerate it and thus managed to pull myself through, even though i did struggle at times.
Skipping ahead a bit again, to about week and half ago.. one night, after getting my homework done, sitting here in the dark, browsing the web like i usually tend to do before i go to bed, i came across some news articles.. about bullying.. Jamey Rodemeyer.. his youtube vid.. and more, when it finally hit me.
Despite saying it to my family, the few friends that i have, even myself.. i'm not alright.. haven't been alright for a very long time.. infact, i'm drowning.. been drowning for as long as i can remember..
I've been in denial for years.. about what happened in the past and about my own sexuality and now that the dam's been broken and it's all coming out.. good god how it hurts..
It's almost like a physical pain now.. making me almost want to cry (pathetic, i know) and i simply can't seem to shake it, no matter how badly i want it to end and go away..
So here i am, contemplating of taking my life as i write this post in the middle of the night because i once again can't sleep.. there's no one i can talk to.. as i can't say anything to my brother, as he'd freak out and i don't want to make him feel bad or make him suffer.. can't say anything to my mom, as she'd fall to pieces and worse.. just like she did when the word 'suicide' was mentioned last time.. can't dump this on the few friends that i have, because they'd probably vanish faster than i could count to three and i doubt i could deal with that right now..
I'm sitting here and hoping.. i don't know what exactly.. that there'd be someone i could talk to? Someone that could talk me out my suicidal thoughts and plans?
But honestly, i'm a coward.. i couldn't go through with it and kill myself right now.. as it'd hurt my brother and my mom.. hurt them badly.
But i'm scared.. so very scared that regardless of not wanting to cause my family pain, i just might do it should a chance present itself during one of my more darker moments.
*quick glance upwards*
To those actually reading through this:
I'm sorry, i shouldn't have dropped this here.. but i just had to get it out, for the first time.. maybe it'll actually help me sleep now, at least for a few hours.. :whoops:
TL;DR - Used to be in denial.. now semi-suicidal, thanks to all the stuff i've been bottling up for the past 6+ years..