Self-Esteem Challenge #5 Describe a Time that you Cried

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Maurice Raptor

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Already told this one, but since for most of my life I had issues with crying, most times I did were extremely personal situations, so this one's more wholesome.
So, when I was little I really wanted a nintendo DS, but things were extremely expensive here back then so all I could do was rewatch game trailers all day long. Last year when I got my 3DS I installed pokemon mistery dungeon on it and when the intro begun a memory got unlocked from one of those videos and I got so emotional about it I cried. It was because I never got the perspective that I had at that moment, like, if my old self could see everything I've acomplished, he could be extremely happy. (altough afetr learning I decided to leave making games for writing after 10 years of doing it he would be very confused xD)
 

Renea_Blackheart

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Before I start I should warn you that this post describes some rather disturbing content, involving stalking, attempts to harm other people, and nonconsentual acts. Yeah, it's a rough one. Something I wish I could forget.

Late last year, my friend got a girlfriend. Good, right? I thought so. For a while we were all happy.
Then my friend started telling me about uh, "things" that they were doing. He seemed really stressed about this and I didn't really know why.
Then I found out it wasn't consentual, she had been pressuring him into it, threatening to harm herself if he didn't. He cried for the first time I've ever seen him cry in the 5 years I've known him. Strangely, he made me promise I wouldn't hurt her. He knows me far too well. I am quite the vengeful little bastard after all.
Anyway, I went up to her and I told her that I had promised not to hurt her, and I didn't really want to hurt her, but the safety of my friend took priority over all else. She seemed scared. I was bluffing. There's no way I could really get the courage to do that, unless it was happening in front of me and there was no one else around. And I had a weapon in my hands. She apologized and said it wouldn't happen again.
Then guess what? IT HAPPENED AGAIN. My friend broke up with that parasite soon after. So this is where it ends, right? No. Oh no. Things are never that easy. She started stalking him, but only when no one else was around. Then she stalked him, along with me, and the rest of the group. We told the school and they did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about it. They gave us that usual spiel of just "oh just ignore them and they'll go away!!!1 :)))))" BULLSHIT. One day she decided to get a little bold and CHASED US WITH A PAIR OF SCISSORS. YEP. THAT'S RIGHT. She was in front of the school so we went around the long way, and she CHASED US AROUND THE ENTIRE FUCKING SCHOOL. We immediately went into the office and told them and I started crying.
Surely, the school would do something about this now, right?
Surely, they would do something to prevent obvious attempts to harm other students from happening again. Haha. Ha. NO. THEY DIDN'T.
Instead, they told us not to tell anyone about what happened, to keep ignoring her, and talked down to us as if all of this was OUR fault. Even my fucking dad blamed him for being assaulted in the first place. I started to feel like the whole world was against us. I cried more during those months than any other time in my life, I believe. And to top it all off, my other friend was in the hospital for some unknown reason, but I assumed was a suicide attempt. That I could have prevented.
The school only did something after she followed us not even THREE FEET AWAY and pulled out a knife in front of several people, and one of them called the cops. I don't know who, but I am extremely thankful for whoever it was. The school, probably realizing they couldn't hide it anymore, FINALLY expelled her.
And that was the worst thing to ever happen to me, thanks for coming to my ted talk
 

Maurice Raptor

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Before I start I should warn you that this post describes some rather disturbing content, involving stalking, attempts to harm other people, and nonconsentual acts. Yeah, it's a rough one. Something I wish I could forget.

Late last year, my friend got a girlfriend. Good, right? I thought so. For a while we were all happy.
Then my friend started telling me about uh, "things" that they were doing. He seemed really stressed about this and I didn't really know why.
Then I found out it wasn't consentual, she had been pressuring him into it, threatening to harm herself if he didn't. He cried for the first time I've ever seen him cry in the 5 years I've known him. Strangely, he made me promise I wouldn't hurt her. He knows me far too well. I am quite the vengeful little bastard after all.
Anyway, I went up to her and I told her that I had promised not to hurt her, and I didn't really want to hurt her, but the safety of my friend took priority over all else. She seemed scared. I was bluffing. There's no way I could really get the courage to do that, unless it was happening in front of me and there was no one else around. And I had a weapon in my hands. She apologized and said it wouldn't happen again.
Then guess what? IT HAPPENED AGAIN. My friend broke up with that parasite soon after. So this is where it ends, right? No. Oh no. Things are never that easy. She started stalking him, but only when no one else was around. Then she stalked him, along with me, and the rest of the group. We told the school and they did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about it. They gave us that usual spiel of just "oh just ignore them and they'll go away!!!1 :)))))" BULLSHIT. One day she decided to get a little bold and CHASED US WITH A PAIR OF SCISSORS. YEP. THAT'S RIGHT. She was in front of the school so we went around the long way, and she CHASED US AROUND THE ENTIRE FUCKING SCHOOL. We immediately went into the office and told them and I started crying.
Surely, the school would do something about this now, right?
Surely, they would do something to prevent obvious attempts to harm other students from happening again. Haha. Ha. NO. THEY DIDN'T.
Instead, they told us not to tell anyone about what happened, to keep ignoring her, and talked down to us as if all of this was OUR fault. Even my fucking dad blamed him for being assaulted in the first place. I started to feel like the whole world was against us. I cried more during those months than any other time in my life, I believe. And to top it all off, my other friend was in the hospital for some unknown reason, but I assumed was a suicide attempt. That I could have prevented.
The school only did something after she followed us not even THREE FEET AWAY and pulled out a knife in front of several people, and one of them called the cops. I don't know who, but I am extremely thankful for whoever it was. The school, probably realizing they couldn't hide it anymore, FINALLY expelled her.
And that was the worst thing to ever happen to me, thanks for coming to my ted talk
That's horrible. I really hope you both are safe and alright now. I once had someone toxic that did stuff like that, only that he prefered psychological torture himself. He even got me to try and kill myself twice in a single year. Luckily he's completely out of my life and I'm completely over those tendencies right now.
 

Hoshi-No-Pops-05

「Trying my best...」
This list can go on and on because I cry a lot, but here's some of the major things that I still think of:

- When I was around 6-8, my mom drove me to a gravesite, and I found out that my friend died.
My mom never told me he died before we went there.

- My Teachers in Elementary school used to grab me, and put me in a small room, until I was "happy" again.

- When I was 12, my mom called me the r-slur, because I have a mental health problem.
(not gonna name which one, because I have seen people get bulled just for having it.)

- When I was 13, there was this kid who would steal my drawings, take my notebook and scribble over drawings, and ask for a lot of drawings in a impossible amount of time. (I.e. 20 drawings in 3 minutes.)
And whenever I say "no", she would say "yes", and ask for even more drawings.
I remember one time I was crying and bleeding in front of her, and she was still asking for more drawings.
 
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