I was talking to my dad on the phone last night. He is out of town on business. I have surgery set for Wed, and I found out that he had talked to my neighbor about my problem. My neighbor(been a good friend for 10 years) basically told me that I didn't have anything to worry about, that I looked normal, etc.
Well I was so upset at my dad for telling someone else about my problem that I burst out in tears and basically told him that it took alot for me to tell him about, let alone telling other people and that who I wanted to tell was my business and he should have stayed out of it. He still didn't comprehend how much emotional damage I have from this affliction.
My 10th grade Gifted Algebra 2 teacher called me half girl and said I was a retard in front of a class of my gifted peers. I was a straight A student until that point and then my grades dropped significantly. I was no longer worried about school, I was worried about what others thought about me. I wanted to commit suicide so many times because of that bastard teacher. I vowed up and down that I would kill him. It hurts me to this day to think about what he did to me, and he just stood at the front of the class with a satisfied grin on his face. I honestly understood why kids shoot up schools, because of not a nice person peers and teachers.
I cried for an hour talking to my dad and he finally understands. I told him that this changed my life forever, I was a top swimmer in 8th grade, started on the football team as a safety, started on the soccer team as a forward. I asked him why he thought I quit playing all those sports. In 8th grade a parent on the sidelines said "Somebody get that boy a bra" and the opposing teams sideline was laughing at me.
I got a shotgun for my 11th birthday and I sat around trying to think of an excuse to have my dad unlock the safe so I could kill myself. Now those days are over. I let myself go through HS without physical activity. Those days are over, I am back in shape and training to go out for my colleges football team as a free safety. I spoke to the coach and he watched me lift and sprint. He said if I could get my weight to 175 I'd have a fighting chance at playing. I told my dad that this was it, a new start for my life and I am ready for this to happen. Finally he understands the pain this has caused me. He knew I was depressed and angry all the time through early HS, he couldn't understand why, but now he knows and finally understands and backs me in my decision to go through with this. As of Wednesday the 13th, I am a new man.
Dude, that teacher should be fired. In fact, I believe you could have sued him and the school district for quite a lot of money.
The fact that you dealt with shit like that and are now doing college and trying out for sports, is quite frankly, an inspiration to the human spirit, and you should be, no bullshit, quite quite proud of yourself. Quietly proud, of course.
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