You know, i have history of anxiety and depression. The first attack of depression came when i was in my under grad school. It was all boys. Some of the boys were kind to me but majority of them were bullies. I had a huge body structure so not much people tried to pick fight with me but some of them did and when they found out that instead of fighting them back, I instead tried to run away; they found a sport in bullying me.
One day, i was going back home on foot, i saw a tree which was naturally cut towards inside from the trunk such that its inner veins were visible from the trunk. I stood there watched at the marvel. Then suddenly i was startled by these two boys. They asked me what i am doing here, i tried to tell them that i am looking inside the veins of the tree the xylem and phloem…..!
Splat!….One of them slapped me in the face so hard that i was all in tears, i was stunned…I tried to move towards them but my legs were shaking and then they told me to go away and with teary eyes and shaky feet i left the place….when i reached home I never told anyone what happened, i went straight to my room and fell on my bed…I cried and cried at me being a coward; my whole body was trembling…
i kept on shaking and crying, until i went to sleep…
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I didn’t know when mine started, but I knew it developed over the course of two years. You are not a coward. They are the coward for using their strength to scare you away. I mean, even I would have cried if someone slapped and talked to me like that. We’re here you and always will be. You are not alone if you feel alone and bullied. I felt the same about my mom. Because she was the one who helped me develop this depression of mine, but I don’t blame her. I don’t blame anyone. It’s something itself. And fight that. Fight it with us. It sucks hearing the same words everyday, I know. But I guess its the only way. 🙂
What a horrible experience. That’s awful. So incredibly cruel and undeserved. I’m very sorry that happened to you.
I feel for you man. Horrible experience. I was of an athletic build but still small when in school myself. Even grown I only stand about 5’10” and weigh in at 140 to 160 depending on if it’s raining or not that day 🙂 I wasn’t weak and was sure of myself, yet when it came to fighting……I was shaking like a leaf inside……I don’t know if you’d call it fear or what, cause I’ certainly wasn’t running to start trouble but if someone wanted to push it I would appear to be willing to stand my ground…..but I felt like a coward shaking like a coward inside. I was able to turn most bully situations away with presenting an attitude of I was going to square up of I had to and I was better with talking my way around it. Turn it more or less into an intellectual battle rather than fist. Most of the time that would work. One incident I can remember was on the bus and this guy just wasn’t going to back down. I was in the last seat. And he kept drawing up and acting like he was going to swing. Is try not to flinch and keep staring him down with cut eyes and continuing to talk my way through it. After a while everyone started laughing at him cause he was making himself look like an idiot. And that’s when it through him over the top and he just finally hauled off and connected pretty decent. My head just bounced back still shaking like a leaf inside I didn’t want to fight so I didn’t reply with physical manner. I made some stupid statement about peace and what not. And he just connected again. Once o tirned towards him and made another ridiculous comment about peace or something that said fighting is retarded, he hauled off and hit me two more times right is the side of my head vision blacked out for a second but I was able to keep composure and made one more comment denouncing his actions in a belittling way hoping he wasn’t able to see how rocked I really was from it……his rage was just increasing and he strayed to draw back and go again when one of his buddies grabbed his arm and told him to quit being an idiot. They got in a lil shoving then and when that simmered down everything simmered down. In the end, yes it hurt a bit and I had to deal with some bruises, but he lost respect of those that watched it all. He was the joke. Couple weeks later he actually came to me and apologized. Of course while nobody was around. I still get that shaking feeling inside over physical confrontation. I was cleaning my car out in front of my apartments I day. I was 23 at this point. Some 40 or so neighbor comes out all drunk and talking about how he sees the way I look at his girl or something. I’m thinking in my mind, that I don’t even know who your talking about and much less she would probably be twice my age like yourself and have you not actually seen who I was with at the time? Why would I care to look at anyone else? But he was persistent. And finally started to come my way with total attitude of going straight into a fist fight or something. I keep a gun under the passenger seat of my car. So as he was waking over I stopped wiping the seat down and just took the hand gun from under it and laid it down on top of my car while looking at him. I can still see his face. I have never seen someone sober up so quick or even stand up so straight. He paused in his tracks and didn’t say another word and just went straight back inside. Luckily he didn’t come out with anything of his own. And that was the end of it. Now I was half his age and far better shape. I was sober he was drunk. Easy physical fight that I know I would have been able to control and stay on top of the fight, but I still was overcome with shaking inside that I really don’t think people notice. I just don’t like physical confrontation. I hate it. And it when it’s foolishly insited.
Thanks, but i still am a coward :). I have started living alone, just because of my conditions that nobody can relate to….I thought maturity would have taught me at least to be strong but it hasn’t; I left every one and staying alone in this filthy apartment, while my family thinks I am away for making money. They don’t know I will not be coming back…