I started it in 8th grade after my grandmother had a stroke, they found breast cancer. Mom sold our house and we moved in with my grandparents. Mom and grandfather ran the company and I was in charge of my work and taking care of the grandmother.
I had my first break at 15, was a real nut case, if I had to handle the stress of public school, I wouldn’t of made it.
It was the right choice, so I wouldn’t take it back, it taught me the ability to teach myself.
I was really only popular as a target for abuse. Horrible at sports and a geek who was autistic. That’s the trifecta of suck when you’re young and trying to socialize.
I was totally unpopular and graduated high school shunned by my small group of friends. I was disliked so badly and virtually ignored by most but my female friends/frenemies still found something to be jealous of. Oh well!
in my high school there was an army of geeks haha. they coined themselves “the loser turd mafia” haha, there were like 100 of them that were thick as thieves.
I had a few friends among the foreign international kids in my sophomore year. My best friend was Filipina. We had a LOT of fun together. Then, I moved to another state.
I walked alone in the hallways of my new high school, ate alone and had no friends.
I ran with the international foreign students in junior high and sophomore year of high school because my best friend was Filipina. And we had a LOT of fun together. Then, my family moved to another state far away.
Here, I walked the high school corridors all alone and always ate lunch alone. I had zero friends. It was the same way in college.
Some people thought that I was part of popular groups but the truth is I was not actually close to any of them although they seemed to be pretty close to one another.
I didn’t know anyone in high school that didn’t have someone else that wasn’t talking at least some gossip about them. Everyone was a victim, of course some had it a lot worse than others.