Hi All :new:
I was ok until I hit 8 or 9. Thats when the bullying started, even my 'best friend' joined in. One day kids just decided they didnt like me anymore and it stuck.
As I got a wee bit older I developed early and was taller than everyone else...gee that was fun and so Iwent to secondary school. Hated every minute of it. Never popular, especially with females and bullied by kids I didnt even know (how does that happen eh!!).
The only thing I had going for me by the time I was 14/15 was looking alot older and then the only people nice to me were older guys. I thought it great at the time but now I shudder thinking about it.
Thats when all the drinking, smoking, you name it started. I really really hurt my parents. My dad hated me. I was being called all the names under the sun at home and going to school and getting the same.
By the time I was 21 I ahd some kind of emotional/nervous breakdown, was still drinking, doing drugs, staying out all wkend but eventually the few mates I did have I lost through drunken arguments, dramas and embarressments. I did knock the pills and powder on the head but the booze stayed.
Nowadays I just go to work, home drink, go to bed. Wkends the same. I have isolated myself through drinking. Im over weight, I bite my nails down to the quick, and have enough dvds to open my own rental store.
I'm 33 at the end of march. Id love to be on my way to recovery by then. A bit slimmer, sleeping better and tidy nails. Just to be me and be ok with that. I think that would be the best birthday present I could give myself.
Thanks for reading
I was ok until I hit 8 or 9. Thats when the bullying started, even my 'best friend' joined in. One day kids just decided they didnt like me anymore and it stuck.
As I got a wee bit older I developed early and was taller than everyone else...gee that was fun and so Iwent to secondary school. Hated every minute of it. Never popular, especially with females and bullied by kids I didnt even know (how does that happen eh!!).
The only thing I had going for me by the time I was 14/15 was looking alot older and then the only people nice to me were older guys. I thought it great at the time but now I shudder thinking about it.
Thats when all the drinking, smoking, you name it started. I really really hurt my parents. My dad hated me. I was being called all the names under the sun at home and going to school and getting the same.
By the time I was 21 I ahd some kind of emotional/nervous breakdown, was still drinking, doing drugs, staying out all wkend but eventually the few mates I did have I lost through drunken arguments, dramas and embarressments. I did knock the pills and powder on the head but the booze stayed.
Nowadays I just go to work, home drink, go to bed. Wkends the same. I have isolated myself through drinking. Im over weight, I bite my nails down to the quick, and have enough dvds to open my own rental store.
I'm 33 at the end of march. Id love to be on my way to recovery by then. A bit slimmer, sleeping better and tidy nails. Just to be me and be ok with that. I think that would be the best birthday present I could give myself.
Thanks for reading
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