betrayedforlife
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I am new here as of the last few days.
I came to see IF people really care about each other because I believe that the majority of humans are self absorbed,selfish and untrustworthy.
I was raised in England up until 7 and don't recall much bullying. I came to Canada as my parents dragged me here and I didn't want any part of it.I remember hanging onto my grandmother crying ,saying 'don't let them take me".
From the moment I got here I was bullied,physically,mentally and emotionally. I regret coming here to this day as I've been unlucky in everything Ive done,relationships,friendships,in music,in work,in society. I am truly a kind person but no-one wants to know .
I was very small,skinny and innocent. I dressed slightly different like we did in England ,had a strong accent and high pitched voice. Me and my little brother got picked on non stop always being called '******* Limey bastards' everywhere we went. In the school play I had to hold up a letter 'H' and say 'H -is for humming bird".The entire audience laughed at me and that was just the start. I remember having the runs I was so nervous and often bullies would kick open the stall door and laugh at me as I grimaced in pain.
We got beat up in school,beat up outside our apartment,beat up down the street.I have never caused a fight in my life and have always helped less fortunate people from all walks of life.It made no difference. We were hated.
One day my brother was being threatened by a girl,she hit him and I pulled her off him.The next thing I know is her huge fat mother (who resembled a man) shouted to all the kids nearby to chase me and she'd give them a $100 reward if I was caught. I ran one way while my brother ran the other. I hid in the underground parking under cars,as kids rushed by and searched for me,talking about how they'd punch the honeysuckle out of me. I was petrified and hid in various places for 4 hours while this continued.I finally managed to get to our apartment and tell my parents.They did not believe a word,even though I was shaking and crying. So yes my entire neighbourhood turned on me.
That was nothing.A few months later my little brother was being hit again by some Australian kid,I pulled him off and hit him,we fought and I won,it was over quickly. The next day we came to school with heavy winter coats, skates,lunchbox and books. Well this Aussie who openly hated Brits waited for our parents to drive away after dropping us off. Once we got 300 feet down the side of the school,he and his gang beat the hell out of us,kicking us both to the ground.I just covered my head and held on. We did get to class all bashed up and the teacher thought nothing of it. I sat their unable to concentrate worried for our safety.
Later at play time(recess) this same Aussie kid managed to turn all but 4 of my classmates against my brother and I and we got chased,spat on and beaten by boys and girls .This time we stayed in the headmaster's office,My parents we called and they didn't take us seriously. Not only did the entire school turn on us,the teacher not caring too much,my own parents didn't seem to care.
aA few years alter we returned to England an again my brother got into it with a girl ,I intervened and she turned on me and the next thing i know all 12 of her friends on bikes were chasing me through our neighbourhood. What is is with me and gangs?
I remember being 15 and coming home from my girlfriend's home 5 minutes away and it was raining like hell so hard you could barely see, I hear this odd sound looked behind me and could not believe a gang of about 10 guys heading at me with baseball bats and pieces of wood.I ran for my life in broad rainy daylight and just made it home.
A few years later the same thing happened only this gang was larger and chased my brother and our friend,as we jumped over fences of close by homes ,with the gang doing the same. Thankfully a kind person let us in and I found it was a guy from school and we were safe.
Is it me?
I came to see IF people really care about each other because I believe that the majority of humans are self absorbed,selfish and untrustworthy.
I was raised in England up until 7 and don't recall much bullying. I came to Canada as my parents dragged me here and I didn't want any part of it.I remember hanging onto my grandmother crying ,saying 'don't let them take me".
From the moment I got here I was bullied,physically,mentally and emotionally. I regret coming here to this day as I've been unlucky in everything Ive done,relationships,friendships,in music,in work,in society. I am truly a kind person but no-one wants to know .
I was very small,skinny and innocent. I dressed slightly different like we did in England ,had a strong accent and high pitched voice. Me and my little brother got picked on non stop always being called '******* Limey bastards' everywhere we went. In the school play I had to hold up a letter 'H' and say 'H -is for humming bird".The entire audience laughed at me and that was just the start. I remember having the runs I was so nervous and often bullies would kick open the stall door and laugh at me as I grimaced in pain.
We got beat up in school,beat up outside our apartment,beat up down the street.I have never caused a fight in my life and have always helped less fortunate people from all walks of life.It made no difference. We were hated.
One day my brother was being threatened by a girl,she hit him and I pulled her off him.The next thing I know is her huge fat mother (who resembled a man) shouted to all the kids nearby to chase me and she'd give them a $100 reward if I was caught. I ran one way while my brother ran the other. I hid in the underground parking under cars,as kids rushed by and searched for me,talking about how they'd punch the honeysuckle out of me. I was petrified and hid in various places for 4 hours while this continued.I finally managed to get to our apartment and tell my parents.They did not believe a word,even though I was shaking and crying. So yes my entire neighbourhood turned on me.
That was nothing.A few months later my little brother was being hit again by some Australian kid,I pulled him off and hit him,we fought and I won,it was over quickly. The next day we came to school with heavy winter coats, skates,lunchbox and books. Well this Aussie who openly hated Brits waited for our parents to drive away after dropping us off. Once we got 300 feet down the side of the school,he and his gang beat the hell out of us,kicking us both to the ground.I just covered my head and held on. We did get to class all bashed up and the teacher thought nothing of it. I sat their unable to concentrate worried for our safety.
Later at play time(recess) this same Aussie kid managed to turn all but 4 of my classmates against my brother and I and we got chased,spat on and beaten by boys and girls .This time we stayed in the headmaster's office,My parents we called and they didn't take us seriously. Not only did the entire school turn on us,the teacher not caring too much,my own parents didn't seem to care.
aA few years alter we returned to England an again my brother got into it with a girl ,I intervened and she turned on me and the next thing i know all 12 of her friends on bikes were chasing me through our neighbourhood. What is is with me and gangs?
I remember being 15 and coming home from my girlfriend's home 5 minutes away and it was raining like hell so hard you could barely see, I hear this odd sound looked behind me and could not believe a gang of about 10 guys heading at me with baseball bats and pieces of wood.I ran for my life in broad rainy daylight and just made it home.
A few years later the same thing happened only this gang was larger and chased my brother and our friend,as we jumped over fences of close by homes ,with the gang doing the same. Thankfully a kind person let us in and I found it was a guy from school and we were safe.
Is it me?