I’m Moving On
This is probably the most personal blog I will ever post to this site, it’s mainly about my real life and how I struggled with bullying. It can for some be hard to read, so please be warned. If you’re especially sensitive, stop reading now.
My name is Kissowa Kamachi, and I have been bullied.
It all started in 3rd grade. I had become one of the few of my age to have gotten my period and started puberty. I was keeping this a secret from my friends and classmates, because no one wants to be first, right?
Time comes for vaccination and through a very unfortunate mistake where the school-nurse had left my papers out on the desk and another pupil to saw it, My secret was out.
To make matters worse, this was around the same time I got glasses. You can imagine.
I had three main antagonists, where one of them I thought was my best friend. That alone crushed me. I got things thrown after me, things said to my face and behind my back and even had boys acting like my new tits where their property to do with what they wanted.
When puberty was no longer a novelty and I had gotten contact lenses, the bullying started to be about my weight. I believed them. I thought I was huge and grotesque. I’ve seen the picture from this time and let me tell you, I’d kill for that body now.
But that’s how it works, it’s never about puberty, weight, glasses or anything else you can dream up. It’s the hierarchy and someone has to be at the bottom for someone to be on the top, or so it seems.
I had my first depression at 10. I was an insomniac at 13. I had “Suicidal Tendencies” written all over my charts even before I was 15. To this day I have problems with both anxiety, insomniac and depression. Because three girls chose me to be the at the bottom.
I want to point out that I don’t blame these girls. I blame their parents. To get a hold of this huge problems, it’s the adults that need education. They need to know what actually goes on with their kids. The good, the bad, the ugly and the downright heartbreaking.
We need to teach our children that being popular doesn’t automatically mean someone else has to be unpopular. Teach them what matters. Teach them to be real, good and honest kids.We need to teach them to be human beings and it needs to start at a very early age. Do your part, talk to a child about bullying. Maybe you’ll teach them something. Maybe they’ll teach you something.
My name is Kissowa Kamachi, and I’m moving on.
Your story is a well known one by many…not the exact same, seeing as we all have our own trials and tribulations. My younger sister is the target of many comments because of her weight, her glasses..amongst other things that i don’t see as a reason for being picked on. But i think eventually some of us realize that when someones making fun of you, it’s because of their own insecurities..it feels nice to be in a group pointing at someone else, to some ppl. Rather than having those very same ppl realize that you yourself are not perfect, and have many flaws and vulnerabilities. Thank you for this post, i have no idea what you look like IRL, nor would i judge you by it, but i can tell you are a person who wants to reach out and touch those who have gone through, or are going through what you have indured.
@Violett: Thank you for this comment. It made any doubt I had about writing this post disappear. Thank you.