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[VikeStep]

So, this thread is basically sharing your life story. Include all the cool bits, all the awesome bits and even the saddest bits (who doesn't want sympathy?). I have created this thread so we can really know each other better, I only really know people by what they post or their behaviour online. Just make sure that the topics discussed here are suitable for all ages and that its all real (stories are better if they are what happened). Feel free to discuss people's stories as well.

P.S. Make sure you don't disclose too much personal stuff, there are people who can take advantage of this and ruin your life (The internet isn't as friendly as your mates/colleagues are)

I'll start with mine.

Ever since I have been young, I have always been at the top of the class, when kids were reading Winnie the Pooh, I was fascinated by the atlas and remembering all the capitals and countries. I took an IQ test when I was 3 years old and I had an IQ of 142, now for those not familiar with the scaling of an IQ, if you get over 140, you are considered a genius. So yeah, ever since I was born, school has been easy as cake. But with being the smartest in the grade has its fallbacks, I have been bullied throughout my life, its been tough but I have lasted with one year left.

Well anyways back to my story, so I went to a school from Kindergarten to year 1 and a new school opened up near by so my parents seized the chance and I went there, the school was better and there was only one class for each grade (sometimes combined classes) so everyone knew everyone. All of a sudden when I was half way through year 4, My dad had to move to queensland for a new job opportunity and let me tell you, its been one of the best things that has happened to me. Anyone who has been to queensland before will know why, it was a lot warmer and the community was better. Well, you would expect that if you left half way through year 4, you would go to year 4 in queensland. WRONG. Turns out because of the curriculum back then, queensland was a year behind in school, so I went to year 5. This also meant that I am now a year younger than everyone else in my grade.

This new school was good, but getting older, the bullies got harder and I struggled more, we finally got to the end of year 7 (last year of primary school) and there is a big school camp that goes down to canberra for a whole week, it was fun and all, but we went Ice Skating and I fell over and couldnt get back up. I was rushed to the hospital at 9:00PM with something wrong with my ankle. At 4:00AM the next day, they called me in and had a look at it and told me to wait outside for my xray. An HOUR later at 5:00 they come out and give me my xray at which they determine its just a sprain. They give me some crutches and I learnt to use them. After the camp was over I went to the doctors to check it out. Turns out it was a fracture all the way through my growth plate. So ever since that break, my left foot has been weaker, the leg is two millimetres shorter and i can turn it 180 degrees around anticlockwise. I can also not walk straight, my foot is permanently on its side.

So after that I went to high school, and i dont think my parents thought it through because it was one of the worst experiences of my life. about 80% of the school dont care about their work, about 25% are smokers another 25% did "it" years before they could legally do it. I was like a left out kid and as of such, I was bully fodder. I had my legs pulled while walking up stairs, I had been beaten up and taken many injuries but there were two things that made me leave. So I liked a girl as many people do and she found out because it was kind of obvious, anyways on the school Athletics Carnival, she came up to me and said: "I Like You", I blushed and she yelled out "April Fools!", everyone in the grade and in the other grades laughed at me as i stood there. I completely forgot it was April 1st. And then the last day at school, I was shoved into the girls toilets and locked in until a girl came round and opened it up for me.

Then I went to the school I am in now, I joined half way through year 9 and this school has been much better for me. I also first discovered minecraft that year and spent the whole year addicted to it. Then in Year 10 I discovered Tekkit, played that for maybe 5 months and then I discovered Feed the Beast in early october. How did I become the changelog guy? Well, I simply made a changelog and the guy who used to be on the team: CWW256 asked me if I could make some more for him and eventually slow invited me to do them officially. Now I am almost finished year 11 and have signed up to be college captain, (i had my interview for it today in fact) and I will get the news I have been waiting for next week!

So I hope you enjoyed my story, Hopefully some others spend 20-30 minutes of their time to write their story, it doesnt have to be a long as mine, but it has to be real!

 

[Yusunoha]

well, seeing as you took the trouble to tell your own story, I guess I should also take some time to tell mine.

to quickly get to the point, I have both Autism and Depression, and naturally I've had quite alot of problems because of it.
normally you'll notice if a child has Autism around the age of 3, which if you look back you could also have noticed it with me, but if you're not looking for it, you won't easily find it.
for me you could notice I had Autism back then because I never liked going to school.
there hasn't been a single day in my life that I liked school.
around the age of 6 I once told a teacher I didn't liked school, the teacher noticed it and tried finding out why, but never really got very far.

but ofcourse when you're young you're oblivious about yourself and others, but as I grew older, it ofcourse got worse.
when I went to secondary school, I started to notice myself that I had "problems".
I really hated to go to school, was very nervous about everything and I just didn't wanted to be there.
when I was 13 years old, I broke my ancle during gym class.
in my family we're all quite heavy, so was I, so when my female gym teacher, who was about 60kg tells me, a student who was about 120kg to jump over a pommel horse (or whatever you call that thing) saying she would "catch" me, we all can guess what would happen.
so yea, I broke my ancle, and because of that, I had to stay home for a few weeks.
during those weeks, I started watching anime and got really hooked on it, and I had alot of fun, which I never really had in my life.
but after a few weeks, I ofcourse had to go back to school, at that point I really noticed how much I hated school and I started to get more and more nervous.
I started going to school like 90 minutes before it even started everyday, I woke up 6 AM everyday just to learn all the things over and over, in fear I would forget, and whenever school was over each day I tried to go home as fast as possible.
to try to stay home I often started faking being sick, and for homework I got so nervous I started copying answers from others just so I wouldn't be nervous when the answers were wrong, because what can you do wrong if you didn't answer the questions yourself.
but ofcourse you can only skip school for so long, to a point I did not pass the schoolyear.

because of that, I had to do a year over, and I had to be in a completely new class, which would break my everyday routine completely, which is absolutely the worst for someone with Autism.
that year, I didn't even go to school for 2 months.
I started being physically sick, I was really tired and just didn't have the energy to go to school.
after a week or 2 my parents took me to the doctor, and he thought my hormones were a bit off.
so I got medicine for it, but my condition didn't improve, each time I went to school, I couldn't even finish the day.
then there was 1 day that you could really say I had a mental breakdown.
a real simple thing, my bicycle breaking down when I tried to go to school, caused me to break down in tears and run to my room.
a simple thing like that, caused me so much pain and sadness.
after that I started "locking" myself up in my room more and more while watching anime and I really became socially withdrawn.
for a good year or 3, I was constantly in my room watching anime, I was out of my room for no more then 2 hours a day and there were months when I didn't even go outside even once.
naturally, my parents noticed this and started thinking the problem may not have been physically, but mentally.
which wasn't such a big surprise, because my mother had bipolar disorder when I was still young, so mental problems runs in the family.

so they took this new information to the doctor, and the doctor passed me through to a psychologist.
at that point I was about 16 years old, and pretty much dropped out of school.
it took about a year before we all figured out that I had Autism, and that because of the Autism I also developed a depression.
I started getting medication for my Autism and Depression, and I learned more about my Autism.
I'm a person who needs routines, routines and routines. if something doesn't go as planned, or comes as a suprise, I become really nervous and don't know what to do, to the point I break down.
I do not like being outside, especially when I come across people I don't know.
because when I'm near people I don't know, my mind starts thinking people are thinking bad about me.
I don't know why, but I always try to think bad about myself, so being near people I don't know I start to imagine that they're thinking bad about me.
so being in a whole crowd is like jumping off a mountain for me.
and because I easily become very nervous, I can't handle being nervous at all.
doing things that makes me nervous is pretty much impossible for me.
so if for example I had to go to a birthday from someone in the family, which is out of my routine, being in the presence of people I don't really know, I start to panic, get nervous and eventually break down.

sadly for a few years I often switched psychologists, with each psychologist having a different type of treatment.
and at one point, I had a psychologist who wanted me to go in a daily group for people with Autism.
I couldn't say no, because I couldn't disappoint my parents, but I really didn't wanted to go.
but fine, I went 1 day, and that 1 day was a really important day for me.
to say it simple, it went horrible, to a point, when I got home, I tried to end my life.
I had those thoughts before, but never really had a trigger to actually do it, but that daily group was the trigger.
but ofcourse as you can figure out, I didn't had the balls to actually do it, and ended up going to my parents with a bloody wrist crying a whole river.
but for me, it was an important turning point. the psychologist I had at that time, finally noticed what kind of person I was, and what the best treatment was for me.

for me, routine is important and I can't handle any surprises.
if I have to do something I haven't done before, it's best for me to try to predict what's going to happen, thus taking care of any surprises that might happen.
the psychologist also found out that she shouldn't push me to do things, I do things my way, with a very slow but steady pace.
I just need her from time to time to talk about things, just to get them off my chest.
I also can't handle things that could cause me stress, for example a job.
having a job would mean I would have to achieve things, which would give me stress, which would make me nervous, which causes me to break down.
I can pretty much only do things that I like, which right now is only using my computer, but the good thing of doing things that I like is that my mind stays positive and can help me from worrying or from having dark thoughts.

for a few years now, slowly but surely I've started taking steps forward.
my first step was getting my driver's license.
it was a complete hell for me, and was another one of those darkest points of life, but I wanted to do this myself and I pulled through.
from the moment I passed I also had a car that I could drive, which gave me the option to go to places by myself.
because of that I slowly started getting more social, and also started going outside the house more and more.
that was the second step, trying to get out of the house more.
again, it was very slow, but it was a step forwards.
the third step was just taken recently, which was taking care of my weight which was also a very difficult step for me.
I recently had a gastric bypass surgery to try to lose weight.
because of that my whole eating and drinking routine changed, so the first 2 months were really hard for me to adjust.
but the idea was, when I lose weight, I'd gain more energy, and with that energy, perhaps have the courage to take a new step.
but that third step is still mostly a work in progress, but still, it's another step.

I'm now 23 years old, I rarely get depressed anymore, I'm able to go outside by myself without getting too nervous and such and I'm slowly taking steps forward.
I do occasionally fall in a deep pit for the most simple things, for example when my computer broke, I had no way to keep my mind busy in a positive way, so when I got dark thoughts I couldn't supress them and thus fall deeper and deeper in a pit, but simply buying a new computer solved that.
who knows, maybe I'll get to a point where I can actually get a job and not start thinking about jumping off the roof straight away, but we'll see.

sorry for the tl;dr wall of text though, it was quite hard for me to remember everything so I ended up with this huge wall of text.

 

[VikeStep]

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wow, thats deep man. now that you mention it, recently I have been thinking I have Asperger's (in fact I have never been so sure about anything before), but I don't have the guts to see anyone about it or tell my parents. But yeah, I enjoyed reading your story. I have saved a friend from suicide recently actually. He is in year 12 and we catch the bus together so we became friends quickly and then he started telling me about how he has bipolars and that he has been bullied. Now I thought my story was bad, but his was tragic, he was home once and woke up to hear his dog yelping, when he went outside his dog had stab wounds all over its chest and the dog died in his arms, when he went to school, the bullies said "How's your dog??" and laughed off. After this happened he went to me on facebook and sent me a picture of his wrist and a surgeons knife with blood everywhere. I immediately unleashed my inner counselor and we are best buddies now.

Hopefully you don't relapse because, from what I have seen, you are one of the mos courteous and generous people on the forums. I have never seen anything negative come out of you. Live long and prosper!

 

[Yusunoha]

wow, thats deep man. now that you mention it, recently I have been thinking I have Asperger's (in fact I have never been so sure about anything before), but I don't have the guts to see anyone about it or tell my parents. But yeah, I enjoyed reading your story. I have saved a friend from suicide recently actually. He is in year 12 and we catch the bus together so we became friends quickly and then he started telling me about how he has bipolars and that he has been bullied. Now I thought my story was bad, but his was tragic, he was home once and woke up to hear his dog yelping, when he went outside his dog had stab wounds all over its chest and the dog died in his arms, when he went to school, the bullies said "How's your dog??" and laughed off. After this happened he went to me on facebook and sent me a picture of his wrist and a surgeons knife with blood everywhere. I immediately unleashed my inner counselor and we are best buddies now.

Hopefully you don't relapse because, from what I have seen, you are one of the mos courteous and generous people on the forums. I have never seen anything negative come out of you. Live long and prosper!

same to you, I enjoyed reading your story. but from my experience, everyone has some kind of story like this sadly. I've never really been on the bullied side, because I'm quite tall and weight quite alot, so if they ever started actually bullying me like that I always fought back. but sadly I do have to admit I have been on the bully side for some time, but that was just with 1 specific person. he was in my class, and was pretty much the guy everyone bullied with, he was my friend and we were on good terms, but he just did some stupid things from time to time, but I can't blame him because so did I. I've never really hurt him, but I have done things like throwing his bag around. I've always regret I've done that, but I guess I did it to try to blend in with the others. a few years later I heard he also had some problems, he started drinking (which he already did at a young age, and loved bragging about it) but he started drinking too much, and when he was drunk he started setting things on fire. after a few weeks/months they found out it was him and he got treatment for it. I don't know how he's doing now, because I try my best to leave my whole school life behind just to prevent myself from falling back in a hole.

but some people, like your friend... it's just... you know, how can someone have so much bad luck in their life. but I always try to remember there's a whole world of misery. usuaully when someone gets killed near your town, people act like "ooh what an awful thing, how could this happen?" but I always remind those people this happens everyday all over the world, and they shouldn't just start acting like that just because it's just a few kilometers away from their home. if I can I try to help, and talking about things like this from time to time actually can help quite alot, just by talking about things like this makes you think about yourself, and might actually help you with your own problems. but I am also quite sure that this doesn't work for everyone. everyone has their own way of handling things like this, and they need to find that way themselves without help of others. for example for my mother it often helps if she just cries, just to blow some steam off, but that doesn't work for me. I just try to take care of things myself, but on the bad side if I can't take care of it myself that dark hole starts calling me.

they actually first diagnosed me with PDD-NOS, which isn't weird because it's a part of Autism, but after researching about it myself I thought Autism was a better fit, and eventually the psychologist agreed. but it's nothing more then a label, just because it has a name doesn't mean it's the same for everyone else. for me it meant they couldn't give me the same treatment as they'd give to other people with Autism. I don't know in which country you live, or how your health insurance is done, but where I live you can go to general practitioner. they're doctors that can be found around the small towns, where you normally first go to before you go to the hospital. usually these general practitioner know about the people who live in the towns and know things about their families, because of that the process of indentifying my Autism was easier. if you've one of these where you live, try going to them and tell about them about what you think. at worst, they can say you're just overreacting, but if that happens, you can always ask if they can recommend a psychologist near you which you could try going to.

I do have to mention I'm on medication for a few years now for my Autism and Depression, and if it wasn't for those medication I would have never gotten this far. some people don't mind the medication, while others do, thinking it'll change them, but I know if I hadn't taken the medication, I wouldn't be here right now.

 

[the_j485]

Well, this is an interesting thread, here goes:

As a little kid, I was always the slowest in the class, last to understand things, last to finish activities. The teachers were horrible bitches, and didn't like me for this reason.
Then, I started learning how to spell, and was quickly put into the advanced set of kids for spelling. I was the best there, and even managed to spell a local town name, Tewkesbury, after seeing it once on a signpost.
Something in my head clicked. I was always ahead of the class, even at this young age, and pretty much the best. When I moved on to private school, I got even better, and in year 8, I got an academic scholarship and a Design and Technology scholarship to my current school, which is a rather well-known one in England, and I am still excelling. I'm in year 11 now, although in my school we call it Hundred, don;t ask me why

In year 9, I was diagnosed with dyspraxia, not dyslexia, which made me clumsy, made my handwriting terrible, and made me need to make corrections when typing about every ten seconds. My *wonderful* teachers have not done a single thing to help me, except in writing long essays, which I struggle with, although that's not dyspraxia, just my strange brain.

I've always been bullied, because I'm weak, and it still happens, although not nearly as much as it used to, because the two greatest dickheads in my life left in year 9, thank goodness.

My friends at school say I'm constantly high, (no, I do not take drugs and do not plan to) and I think they're kinda right, I am a little bit mad.

I've never had a gf, never really been a girl who caught my eye or anything like that.

Me and my friend have one ambition before we leave the school:

Basically, the school has this massive organ, and my friend is a brilliant climber, one of the top fifty in britain. Our plan is to buy a couple massive bags of ping-pong balls, and put one in ever pipe, so that when it's played in morning assembly, they fly out everywhere, and make it a whole lot more fun.
One problem is how to get up there, neither of us would trust our lives to the strength of an organ pipe.

 

[Nerixel]

Reading some of the stories on this page, I honestly don't think mine's as bad as I used to anymore. I can only assume it's because I've never really heard other stories before today. But still, here it is.

My parents decided to start me in school a year early (so I'm 15 and in year 10, but should be in year 9). I don't know why, since I hadn't exhibited any amazing learning skills or knowledge unusual for a five year old. Anyway, I was started a year early in primary school. Up until about grade 2, I was actually really popular, everyone seemed to like me. However, at grade 2, I started getting more annoying , and that was the point at which people started turning into bullies. By grade 3, I had no real friends and spent all my time sitting outside a classroom, reading a book. My reading skills were apparently really advanced, I was reading things like the Eragon series and Harry Potter by then (was that normal? I don't really know). That was the low point of my life with bullies, though I was lucky in that they didn't physically attack me or anything, just name-calling and such. I suppose I enjoyed reading so much because I could escape into the book, and escape from my reality which I hated at the time.

By the end of grade 3, I'd visited a relative of mine (and for the life of me, I can't remember how we're related) who did web development. I loved it, the merge of design and code, and HTML was the first language I learned. Soon after, I moved on to CSS. Then I tried a big jump to C++, that didn't go so well, so I gave up on that. I've learned more since then, but it's kind of unrelated to this.

During grade 4, I found some friends in my class, however it was a mixed blessing. We had split-year classes, meaning that when I was in grade 4, my class had both grade 3 students and grade 4 students in it. So, when I made friends from grade 3 in my grade 3/4 class, and I moved on to grade 5, I would be in a 5/6 class and all my friends were still in a 3/4 class.

The thing which really saved me at that point was starting to learn cello in grade 5. This really helped with the bullying, since my teacher was really considerate and was able to tell when I'd had a bad day. She'd be just as happy to talk about any problems I was having at school as to learn cello. She helped me learn to just ignore bullying and not let it affect me. It used to really get to me, I'd often come home very upset, but could come home to my reading and web development, and every week I had a cello lesson which always made me feel better, whether we talked about bullying or just learned cello, or a combination of the two.

It got better and better from then on. After I entered year 7, I (of course) immediately made friends with the year level's group of nerds, but by then I'd decided not to let bullying affect my choices in life, so I made friends with whoever I wanted to. Bullying had essentially stopped at that point. Except for when some people decided I looked like Harry Potter because I wore glasses. Without the glasses, I don't look even slightly like him, it's only those that do it. But even that wasn't that bad, people just randomly shouted Harry Potter across the school, which in all honesty probably just made them look like a complete idiot.

My gaming life started in year 8, when my friend finally convinced me to play Minecraft (ironically, I'd insisted time and time again that it was a terrible game that I would never enjoy playing). I loved it once I'd worked out all the mechanics, so much so that I'm still playing it today. I'm in year 10 now, and I'm pretty happy with my life at the moment. I've planned my whole life, with two paths. Either as a programmer, or an audio technician. Not sure which yet

Oh, and anyone who's experienced or is experiencing bullying should watch this video, it's absolutely amazing. Made me cry the first time I saw it.

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Take your pick, the fancy animated version

or the live presentation version, with the live music and a really awesome audience reaction at the end

 

[VikeStep]

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I watched that video like literally 10 minutes ago, it was one of the most inspiring things I have ever seen

also a lot of what has happened to you is so uncannily close to me, however I didnt start programming until Year 6, but who knows, if you end up going as a programmer we might cross paths one day.

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I am not sure if there will be enough force in the organ pipes to do that, but anyways, its interesting to see how many people come here with disabilities/bullying issues. It makes me think whether Minecraft has any correlation with bullying...

 

[Nerixel]

I watched that video like literally 10 minutes ago, it was one of the most inspiring things I have ever seen
also a lot of what has happened to you is so uncannily close to me, however I didnt start programming until Year 6, but who knows, if you end up going as a programmer we might cross paths one day.

I am not sure if there will be enough force in the organ pipes to do that, but anyways, its interesting to see how many people come here with disabilities/bullying issues. It makes me think whether Minecraft has any correlation with bullying...

I wish that video existed when I was actually having problems with bullying, it would have helped so much.
Let's make our own game studio! (just ignore the failed time when we tried to make a mod, it'll be better this time )

 

[techno156]

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Just something that may help, is to find a good set of books to read if you start feeling that way and have no other way to distract you. I find that reading a fantasy/sci-fi or similar novel helps.

wow, thats deep man. now that you mention it, recently I have been thinking I have Asperger's (in fact I have never been so sure about anything before), but I don't have the guts to see anyone about it or tell my parents. But yeah, I enjoyed reading your story. I have saved a friend from suicide recently actually. He is in year 12 and we catch the bus together so we became friends quickly and then he started telling me about how he has bipolars and that he has been bullied. Now I thought my story was bad, but his was tragic, he was home once and woke up to hear his dog yelping, when he went outside his dog had stab wounds all over its chest and the dog died in his arms, when he went to school, the bullies said "How's your dog??" and laughed off. After this happened he went to me on facebook and sent me a picture of his wrist and a surgeons knife with blood everywhere. I immediately unleashed my inner counselor and we are best buddies now.

Hopefully you don't relapse because, from what I have seen, you are one of the mos courteous and generous people on the forums. I have never seen anything negative come out of you. Live long and prosper!

D: However, I can't say that my friend hasn't done that before. Well, to tell the truth, my friend cut the back of his hand (I don't know how) due to him getting bad grades in a test. I pretty much gave him what-for, and I doubt he will be doing that again.

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Well, to start off, my name is techno156. If you have seen me, I'm a bit of an oddball. I do enjoy helping out a fair bit, but this is now starting to sound like some kind of introduction/job application. (And yes, I do like smilies ) When I was younger, I ended up in a depressive state, and without a clue as to why, but I have my suspicions. I was ignored for a few years, and was thus, bullied that way. Due to a year of this, I ended up taking to reading as a distraction, which no-doubt helped stop me from getting physically bullied and helped me cope. (The book bag was quite large, and I had a habit of reading hardbacks.) While the reading helped, it didn't do everything, and after the death of a family member a few years later, I ended up having thoughts of running away/vanishing (suicide never occured to me, perhaps with good reason.). When the school introduced self-defence, however, the rate of bullying that I could notice inflicted upon myself and others in my school lessened, perhaps because we could fight back, and the classes, I suppose, allowed the bullies to feel better about themselves. But I digress to a ridiculous degree.

Well, being in high school often meant more reading, but also meant more computer time, a plus side for me is that I started to get into coding and the like... well, I started understanding what it all meant. I did have to go full-on moderator/coach/counselor before he would listen. Thankfully, there was no aggression. Long story short, he cut himself due to getting a bad grade in a test.

And because I have no wish to turn this thread into my introduction, I'm afraid that will do for now.

 

[Yusunoha]

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teachers are always a hard thing to predict, I always compare them with things like doctors and psychologists and such, most of them are not really nice and such, but there is a small rare group of them, and if you can find those, you are incredibly lucky.

but don't worry about things like girlfriends, you're not the only one. I'm 23 and I never kissed a girl in my life, but I'm fine with that. if I ever get to the point that I like a girl, things should work out by itself, until then I'm not going to pretend that I like a girl just to look "normal"

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people never really notice, but bullying is a very huge problem all over the world, and how the current society is, it's only getting worse. I always think it's because there's alot of families where both parents are working, leaving the kids alone and to themselves. some of these kids find useful things to do, but often these kids go down the wrong path and basically become bullies and such. the parents are usually not home alot to notice these kind of things, or maybe they do notice but don't know what to do with it. these kids usually end up in groups, and from there it only gets worse. they just start doing bad things without having any real consequences for it.

but often the best way to handle bullies is by ignoring them. they start bullying others for a certain reaction of those people, and if those people react in that way, they found their target. but if you don't give them the reaction they want, they'll simply lose interest. sadly there's ofcourse a few people out there that are just as bad as it can get, if you happen to find a person like that, don't be afraid to tell others about it.

I watched that video like literally 10 minutes ago, it was one of the most inspiring things I have ever seen

also a lot of what has happened to you is so uncannily close to me, however I didnt start programming until Year 6, but who knows, if you end up going as a programmer we might cross paths one day.

I wish I could code I've tried picking it up myself a few times, but after that mental breakdown I had in the past there seems to have changed something in my head which gives me problems when I try to learn new stuff. I always wanted to get an education for computers and such, but with the problems I had it never got that far

but I guess the big reason people are attracted to Minecraft is the endless possbilities how you can play the game, and the friendly community around it. people play Minecraft for having fun and doing creative things, or play modded minecraft to build huge builds and such. I've never seen a community with Minecraft with any other game before

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don't worry about making this a topic about yourself, because that's basically the point of this topic. if you wish to do so you can tell us something about yourself

 

[PureEvil]

Hello guys, I would like to share my sad story with you...

Once upon a time, I had a sister. We were best friends, we shared interests, every day life and problems as well, we loved each other very much. I convinced her to play a certain online game with me, which was the worst mistake I have ever made. We played together with my 'friend' and it was fun until I realised, my sister and he are in love, considering the fact that my sister was hardly 14 years old. I asked him to leave her alone as she was too young for such relationship, so did my dad, he was very arrogant and he literally CLAIMED her as her own, he thought that he has the right to do everything he wanted. My sister became very hostile towards me and my family, life with her was simply impossible with the thing she was doing, such as provoking quarrels, recording things and then giving them to the police and she considered her as a victim... My dad was accused of bullying the family but shorly he was acquited. She even hit her mom because she didn't allow my sis to meet him in the other city, in a result, she was moved to the child's house but my parent's didn't lose parenting rights. Meanwhile, her boyfriend and my former friend, bullied me on public forums and making fun of me and my dad. I found solid proofs and witnesses and I along with my dad, sued him... Even after 2 years, they still see each other and he breaks the prohibition that parents and child's house put on her, she lies to everyone and meets him no matter what... I hope that by winning this case I can take my revenge on him and show my sister that family is the only who she can trust and who really cares for her. It's not that my family won't allow her to have a boyfriend, that one in particular was definitely not the right one for her as he torn my family to pieces. Can you call it love if it is built on a despair and tragedy of her own, loving family?

Sorry guys for bothering you...

 

[Yusunoha]

Hello guys, I would like to share my sad story with you...

Once upon a time, I had a sister. We were best friends, we shared interests, every day life and problems as well, we loved each other very much. I convinced her to play a certain online game with me, which was the worst mistake I have ever made. We played together with my 'friend' and it was fun until I realised, my sister and he are in love, considering the fact that my sister was hardly 14 years old. I asked him to leave her alone as she was too young for such relationship, so did my dad, he was very arrogant and he literally CLAIMED her as her own, he thought that he has the right to do everything he wanted. My sister became very hostile towards me and my family, life with her was simply impossible with the thing she was doing, such as provoking quarrels, recording things and then giving them to the police and she considered her as a victim... My dad was accused of bullying the family but shorly he was acquited. She even hit her mom because she didn't allow my sis to meet him in the other city, in a result, she was moved to the child's house but my parent's didn't lose parenting rights. Meanwhile, her boyfriend and my former friend, bullied me on public forums and making fun of me and my dad. I found solid proofs and witnesses and I along with my dad, sued him... Even after 2 years, they still see each other and he breaks the prohibition that parents and child's house put on her, she lies to everyone and meets him no matter what... I hope that by winning this case I can take my revenge on him and show my sister that family is the only who she can trust and who really cares for her. It's not that my family won't allow her to have a boyfriend, that one in particular was definitely not the right one for her as he torn my family to pieces. Can you call it love if it is built on a despair and tragedy of her own, loving family?

Sorry guys for bothering you...

remember one thing, you're not bothering us at all. everyone is free to tell their story, that also applies for people who want to share happy or nice stories, which hopefully your story will also become if everything works out alright. I often think the internet is both a blessing and a curse, and for your story, it's a curse. it's really sad to see people like that, which are defintely in the group of the bad kind of bullies. I hope things work out for you and your family

 

[the_j485]

This is not bothering at all. That's what the thread is for.

I hope you win the case, this guy is obviously not a good person.

 

[Pokefenn]

Short way to say it without going personal.

I have really bad social anxiety and cant socialise with people that well.
I cannot go to a main stream school because of that.
And ive had arrogant teachers who made everything worse.

 

[Yusunoha]

Short way to say it without going personal.

I have really bad social anxiety and cant socialise with people that well.
I cannot go to a main stream school because of that.
And ive had arrogant teachers who made everything worse.

I always think how my life could've been if I and my parents had known about my problems sooner
but I've also had arrogant teachers before who only made things worse for me, or psychologists who think they know things better instead of actually paying attention

 

[the_j485]

I suppose my teachers could have helped me more if they had known about my dyspraxia, and also, there's one more thing...

I get bored really easily, and get annoying when I am (Sorry to those I have annoyed). I find it difficult often to concentrate in lessons and when I'm reading even something interesting, like Focus magazine or an awesome book. I sometimes get over-excited like a little child, and it's really not helpful

I think I have a really minor version of ADHD, not enough to be called a proper condition, but, you know, a small one...

 

[the_j485]

BLOOP.

 

[Yusunoha]

Please unquote my post, I did not think before posting and now I'm worried.

you can try PM'ing j485 and ask if he could edit his post, but you shouldn't be too worried about it. I can understand that you might want to keep your sexual orientation a secret from others, for the things that have happened, but on this forum you can be sure there are not many people who care about things like that. sure, there are some who might, but there will always be close minded people

 

[Darklord__]

It's fine, keep it there.

 

[Darklord__]

Hi I'm Thomas,

I've always been smart and creative, from nursery to year 10 (which I'm in now) I didn't want to play like everyone else I mostly wanted to read books. In year r (which is like a step up from nursery your around 4-5) I loved school it was fun and exciting but when I went up a wear my teacher picked on me, I started to dislike school because he was so horrid, also at this point I found it very hard to make friends, I still do actually, so I felt very alone and scared. In yr 2 I had an amazing teacher she was kind and helped me through the year she also let me do things around the class (I feel safer when I have some form of role). Most of the years from then I it bullied i still did really well in class though but I hated break time an lunch time.

Secondary school was a big step for me, the school I wanted to go to I had to take a test and because I lived further away from it I had to get into the top 10%, now normally there are 1,000 who take the test. I got in and loved it my school is a specialist in art and ict. Bullying hot worse But I tried to ignore it as best I could. In year 9 I told my best friend that I was gay. She told everyone in my year, my bullying hot worse people would mess with my things push me around and call me names. I also discovered that I have ocd and because of everything going on it was getting worse (its not so bad now). Ocd is not wht everyone thinks it is, it's not where you need in order or a certain way that's just needing things to be perfect. It's like anxiety if something happens you have to do something because you think something bad will happen and only that thing you do can stop it.

I'm now in year 10 there are less bullies I had friends and I feel happier, I'm achieving A* in English maths and science plus business and computer science and b's in geography and ceramics




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