Without exaggerating or lying, I was bullied and harassed for all 12 years of elementary, middle, and high school.
What I still remember is
When I was in the second year of elementary school, my father slapped me in front of the apartment line asking me if I was a neighborhood book because I was getting beaten up at school.
I was hit the hardest in 5th grade.
It was a daily routine for me to sit on a chair and get slapped in the face, and there were also times when they beat me up like in a wrestling match.
Even if it’s been over 20 years, it won’t disappear from my memory.
From the time I entered middle school until I graduated from high school, if I was bullied or bullied, I unconditionally reported the incident to my homeroom teacher.
When I was a sophomore in high school, I received psychiatric treatment at the recommendation of my homeroom teacher.
During my high school graduation trip, I didn’t have any friends and I really didn’t want to go, so I asked my homeroom teacher if I could get a refund, but I got scolded for it. I didn’t have any friends at the graduation ceremony, so I deliberately didn’t let my parents come because I was bullied.
That’s why I don’t even have a picture of my high school graduation. It’s a painful memory, though.
As an adult, I entered a community college and tried my best to transfer to a 4-year program, but my brain did not keep up, so I failed to transfer and was ostracized by girls.
Even when I joined the military, I suffered all kinds of injustice and was labeled as a soldier of interest.
After graduating from college, I worked part-time at a factory, part-time at a wedding hall, part-time at a flyer, part-time at selling gift sets, part-time at exit surveys, parking at a supermarket, part-time at Ashley’s Kitchen, etc. But when I worked part-time, I was treated badly by young people, and I was bullied by an employee in his 60s and even reported it to the manager.
After suffering from blood cancer in 2018 at the age of 26, two years later, while receiving regular cancer checkups, I became a nursing care worker and obtained level 1 in the Korean History Proficiency Test.
I wanted to overcome it somehow, so I enjoyed cultural activities intensively this year, but I think it wasn’t enough.
Anyway, I tried hard to live well in my own way, but it seems that overcoming trauma is not easy.
These days, the kids who bullied me in elementary, middle, and high school keep popping into my mind, and I feel anxious that I might run into them on the street.
I feel like it’s a burden I have to carry with me for the rest of my life.
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