• BonesOfTheMoon@lemmy.world
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    1 year ago

    I was 12 or so, rather depressed, in a new school which was crappy, and dealing with a difficult home life with my mother who has BPD, and I was doodling shitty things in my notebook in class, I didn’t feel like I had many friends so I wrote stuff like “Anna looks like a poodle with her perm” and 'Jennifer looks like a banana in her yellow jacket", just petty stuff but it was getting me through a bad day. The art teacher noticed me writing, took it away from me, and read it out loud to the entire class. I literally had zero friends after that. It was a pretty harmless thing for me to do and I was just trying to blow off a bad mood, obviously, but she decided to wreck my life out of spite.

    I wasn’t right to do that, don’t get me wrong, but I was just a kid and didn’t deserve public humiliation for simply getting some feelings on paper.