Before I bring you more story on Monday(I have the next two already written... thinking of mon through fri and taking weekends off), I thought I'd share some random stories of trauma.
Still middle school for all these.
I have no clue what was going through my head at the time. My thoughts were just wandering through home room one day. Sitting at my desk.. staring nothing in particular. Suddenly.. tears. A flood of them. No reason at all. Suddenly everyone in the ENTIRE class was staring at me. The weird kid was crying again.. and this time no one even did anything. The teacher asked what was wrong.. did I want to go to the nurse? In my haste I grabbed onto the most recent(but still years old) big tragedy in my life. My grandfather died. Yeah, I had already processed and gotten over it, but who was I to not take advantage of my quick thinking and devious mind(I'm a better liar and fiend than I'd like to be.. much better)?
Sigh.. humiliating. I got called a crybaby enough before my transition. I cried at the drop of a hat. I didn't need that.
Then there was the time I got a bloody nose for sticking up for myself. I got routinely shoved around as if I wasn't present. I didn't matter.. I wasn't there. Well, one time I decided I had enough and said something. Rather, I shoved the jerk back then said something. POP.. bloody nose.
At least it stopped after busting some heads(ok.. so I lost it.. can you blame me?).. though most noticeably after chasing some squirt(smaller than ME.. seriously!) down the entire length of the school.. screaming for his head. The main hall was longer than a football field too.
I should have totally tried out for track..
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