I thought i would share my story with you guys cause I havnt been able to discuss it with anyone but everone here seems so nice and egar to help. It starts back in kindergarden, my best friend and i were unseperable. fast foreward to fourth grade him and i had started to drift apart. We got into a fight about halfway though the year, the only part of the fight i remeber was yelling at him that i wish he was dead. The next day i got the news that he was in an ATV accident and was crushed to death. I went to his funerole and i only said two words the entire time were "Im sorry."
During the summer after my best friends death I was attacked by my dog. He tore 3 gashes in my face, one going down my forehead, one on the right side of my face, the last retreating upinto my hairline on the left side of my face. Each 1/2 inch wide and varrying length. My parents made me go to theripy, but if anything it made me feel worse. The scars still remain to this day along with flashbacks and nightmares because of PTSD.
My fifth grade year started off with everone looking at me like a freak, me just hiding under a ballcap trying not to be seen. I had to excused multiple times because i would start crying during class. After the first week i over heard someone saying that the teachers told all student to be nice to me, to treat me special. The rest of my fifth grade year was almost exactly like the start. I started getting headaches almoste everyday because of stress.
In seventh grade my friend jokeingly was saing i smelled. One of the bullies in the grade overheard and thought it was funny too. By the next day everone was saying i smelled like shit. When the torment started my friends were no where to be seen, no where to stand up for me. The torment continued though out the year.
In eighth grade everone had forgottern about saying i smell. That didnt hange the fact that everone still treated me like the plauge. About halfway though the year i attempted to commit suicide by shooting my head off with a 12 gauge shotgun. The shell was a dud. All though middle school and the begining of highschool (im a freshman) my shot temeber escalated into explosive rage. Iv bloodyed my knuckes to many times to count. Iv gotten in over 8 fights because of my temper.
Thats my story. Its 100% true. I just want someone to try to help me.