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Background info: In my middle school there was this really gay kid called John(fake name). John was so gay that people would mess with him for literally no reason at all. One day I'm in line for lunch and my group was messing with him. They were calling him names, antagonizing him, slapping the back of his head, etc. They were pushing him and telling him to go to the girl's line because this was the boy's line. I made jokes in middle school, so I tried to make a seemingly light-hearted joke about this situation.
My intention was to stop my group from going any further, but I failed.
I got between John and my group and said "didn't your mothers ever tell you to never hit girls?" My group and most of the people around us were laughing really loudly at John. John got so pissed.
He started to push me, but I gave him that B please look because his pushes were so weak. He started to call me names, then my group and the people around us started doing that classic "ohhhh" sound in unison. What escalated the situation was my buddy told me something like "You gonna let that ****** talk to you like that?"
All the while, John is still mad as hell. Finally John pushes me with all his might and he kind of gets me off balance.
I'm thinking "is this dude serious?" He goes for another push, but this time I throw a punch. I hit him square in his glasses.
He falls to the ground with his broken glasses, crying. Everyone at this point is roaring in laughter.
At that point, I was thinking "well that escalated quickly."
I got suspended, then when I came back. I was getting daps from random people during passing periods.
They'd say things like "I saw you punch that ******. Good job man."
I was thinking "wut?"
I didn't feel good about punching someone in the face nor getting "rewarded" for doing so.
Fast forward 7 years later.
Now I'm way more open minded than I was in middle school and I fully support the lgbt community. Also I regret doing what I did to John. I could have stood up for him in that situation, but instead I just joined in.
Long story short, I found John's facebook.
I'm looking at his profile, then I remember those stories about how some people have said sorry to people that they messed with in the past.
I decide that it's necessary for me to do something like that.
While I'm looking at his page, I noticed that he has an old blog. I looked through it and I find this post that made me feel even more horrible about what I did to him.
Here's the post from his blog:
Here's what I plan on doing:
Showing up at his work and saying sorry.
Or trying to contact him online so we can have a sit down.
In conclusion:
If you've been in a similar situation, please give me some advice.
My intention was to stop my group from going any further, but I failed.
I got between John and my group and said "didn't your mothers ever tell you to never hit girls?" My group and most of the people around us were laughing really loudly at John. John got so pissed.
He started to push me, but I gave him that B please look because his pushes were so weak. He started to call me names, then my group and the people around us started doing that classic "ohhhh" sound in unison. What escalated the situation was my buddy told me something like "You gonna let that ****** talk to you like that?"
All the while, John is still mad as hell. Finally John pushes me with all his might and he kind of gets me off balance.
I'm thinking "is this dude serious?" He goes for another push, but this time I throw a punch. I hit him square in his glasses.
He falls to the ground with his broken glasses, crying. Everyone at this point is roaring in laughter.
At that point, I was thinking "well that escalated quickly."
I got suspended, then when I came back. I was getting daps from random people during passing periods.
They'd say things like "I saw you punch that ******. Good job man."
I was thinking "wut?"
I didn't feel good about punching someone in the face nor getting "rewarded" for doing so.
Fast forward 7 years later.
Now I'm way more open minded than I was in middle school and I fully support the lgbt community. Also I regret doing what I did to John. I could have stood up for him in that situation, but instead I just joined in.
Long story short, I found John's facebook.
I'm looking at his profile, then I remember those stories about how some people have said sorry to people that they messed with in the past.
I decide that it's necessary for me to do something like that.
While I'm looking at his page, I noticed that he has an old blog. I looked through it and I find this post that made me feel even more horrible about what I did to him.
Here's the post from his blog:
After reading this post, I felt obligated that I had to say sorry and explain why I did what I did.A popular question among homosexuals, such as myself is, “How was it growing up gay?” And here is my little story about how I grew up gay. Hope you guys enjoy it. <3 I was one of those kids who was always sure of their sexuality. Such as my first crush being with some blue hair boy in the 4th grade, I was a 2nd grader. At the time I was living in *insert fake location, so no one noticed I was different, well besides my skin color, and yes I did get some racial comments there. After that I moved to *insert another fake location. As if it wasn’t difficult enough being in a new town, let alone a new state, my family wasn’t friendly when it came to my feminine attributes, like my soft, girlish voice, many times my dad would tell me “Man, I can’t wait till you hit puberty, so you won’t have such a squeamish voice.”
And my most favorite “man up” I was always the “different” one, more because I chose to live my life different, then following my cousins, brother and uncle, (Who’s style is pretty much the same), I often hung out with my cousin Marie(fake name), and my aunt Marie(Jesus Christ), playing dress up, dollies, barbies, you know all that girly stuff people got made fun of for, And my family wasn’t nice about it. Now school was a different sotry, I started going to Bullsworth Elementary(fake), where I was the “new different kid”. At first it started out cool, meet a few people, then kids started to notice, how girly I was, and how I only had female friends. The names started as “gaylord, girl, gay, homo, homosexual, ***, dicksucker.” You know, all those wonderful names children should be saying. Ha...Not!
Then of course, all verbal abuse turns into physical encounters, and I was the kid always fighting, as well as craving attention from my, at the time, “homophobic” father, so my grades began to suffer, my attitude became different, I became more of the ruggish, don’t trust everyone kind of person, became distant from my parents. The older I got, the worse the bashing I got for being gay. People started jumping me, writing *** on my desk, as well as my locker, once I even got a letter saying, “Go kill yourself, ******” with a razor blade attached to it.
Now that was where I broke. I started cutting myself, even thoughts of suicide came, at first I thought I was going crazy. You know, like the things you see in movies. My parents noticed it, due to my bad behavior and not caring attitude, they had me tested for ADHD, which the doctor diagnosed me with, as well as a low case of depression, and I was prescribed, concerta, seroquel, and prozac. Which the side effects only made things worse, I became super sensitive, angry, skinny, and I felt as if I was a zombie, I had like no control over my emotions, I was just always down.
Here's what I plan on doing:
Showing up at his work and saying sorry.
Or trying to contact him online so we can have a sit down.
In conclusion:
If you've been in a similar situation, please give me some advice.
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