I wish this was a sick twisted tale, but i lived it. Why? In the summer
of 1989/90, just turned 12, I left a primary school in the isolated
hills of Tasmania, of 40 students total, prep to year 6. To start my
first day at a highschool on the far outs...
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I wish this was a sick twisted tale, but i lived it. Why? In the summer
of 1989/90, just turned 12, I left a primary school in the isolated
hills of Tasmania, of 40 students total, prep to year 6. To start my
first day at a highschool on the far outskirts western Sydney, in
Penrith, with 2000 + students. Leaving behind a family of 8,myself being
the youngest of 6, the family had almost disintegrated overnight. My
parents took the opportunity to dissolve their marriage, and split their
responsibilities between the two remaining dependants. My father taking
my older brother of 15 to brisbane and my mother taking myself to
penrith, to live with her girlfriend. Being an effeminate naive and
trusting 12 year old boy going on 9, in a city that moved faster than
anything i had ever seen before, I quickly become the target of deciet
and harassment, both physically and verbally. To top it of, my mums new
partner hated males and found the perfect victim in my submissive
nature. To cut a long story short, i was beaten all day at school and
all night at home. Until i met this girl, who showed me how to escape.
Simply put, i would tell school i was going to be abscent because of
family events and tell my mum i was going on a school excersion, then we
would go to Sydney and noone would be none the wiser. So, now 14,
standing in kings cross, my girlfriend decides she needs to confront an
old boyfriend in a nightclub, but she wants me to come with her. So she
has this great idea for me to go drag, which totally works, more than
anticipated. Any how, high on drugs we(this will not make sence if
edited too heavily)*she confronts her boyfriend with being pregnant,
reminding him of her age (same as me), so yeah her stomach blah blah,
me!, oh wait what have we here? Well this one isnt getting
pregnant......join the dots, 3 way gang, is there anyway to tell this to
another human, i am less than human. I am a worthless piece
of..........i couldnt tell the cops, because of fear for the drugs and
age and thing. I have never ever dealt with it. I want to be dead.
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