Reader’s Confession: Bullied From Birth

“I WAS born In October 1993 to a correctional officer dad and a stay-at-home-mom. I am the youngest of six siblings. We are five sisters and one brother. I have always been the quiet one, the shy one, the one who hides away from everyone or who feels like they can’t breathe when there are too many people around them.

What can I say? Being around too many people makes me nervous. Life has been a rollercoaster ride ever since I can remember. I was bullied from before I started attending school until my last year at school for something I cannot change, something I was born with. My one leg is slightly shorter than the other leg, causing me to walk differently – a slight limp In my walk as some people would say.

I’ve been bullied about it, laughed at for it, and it has affected me, my mind and the way I see myself while growing up so much that I often just cried myself asleep because I could not understand why God would create me like this. I could not wrap my head around why I was created differently. It feels like just because you walk differently you are not good enough to be alive.

The constant questions people asked did not make my life any easier, either. ‘Are you normal? Are you disabled? Are you just pretending to walk around like that?’ It had me at a point where I questioned myself and had me thinking that I could walk like everyone and that I may have subconsciously been pretending. It messed with my mind; if people didn’t ask questions they said rude and hurtful things to me.

The truth is that I was born different. A doctor told my mom not to have any more children after me or they could be born with Down’s syndrome. At 25 years of age I’m only now starting to accept who I am at this stage in my life. So many people have pushed me down, including my family and close friends but I can and will and have already moved past their negativity and insulting words. I am not where I want to be in so many ways, mentally, physically, spiritually or financially, but I am happy for the first time in my life. Truly happy.

I know God created me exactly the way I needed to be. I am nowhere near perfect but I am different and I learnt that different is beautiful. Different is special. It’s one of a kind. God makes no mistakes. God handpicked me to be me. He called my name. I just have to let my light shine and keep on growing and keep on being me. I have a limp that affects how I walk – yes, it is true, but I am so much more than just that. I am also made to love and care for others and just be a truly happy person. I won’t let anyone or anything stand in my way of being truly me.”

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Robert

Robert

Robert is a descendant of the stout Macpherson Clan out of the Scottish Highlands and can claim Robert the Bruce as a far-off cousin. He suffers from a severe form of Collectors’ Disease and sports an assortment of small valuable curious. In his spare time he works a full-time job, but his real prowess lies within his musical aptitude as a drummer. He is a semi-amateur of the instrument and although he claims beating a drumhead one of the more primal sensations man can experience, he feels it to be an unnatural exercise to pursue. If he could have his way, he’d have breakfast every meal of the day and is a fan of all things Roald Dahl.