Trauma Part 3
The reason I switched schools so much was to get away from my brother. When we moved to Louisiana we knew nothing about Magnet or Gifted Programs. My 2nd Semester of 9th grade I switched to a Magnet school. Everyone was so smart because it was the engineering focused school. My grades were decent enough to continue to 10th grade though I still didnt care.
At the end of that semester I was on academic probation. I was failing geometry. I was more interested in stanning the tutor than learning from him. I had no friends since they all went to the Magnet middle school together and made fun of me because i was "fat and dumb". I didnt fit in anywhere.
I started messing around with one of my brothers friends. I had never even made out with a boy before. I had zero feelings for him i was just so lonely. He lied to my brother about it. My Brother of course believed him and beat the shit out of me some more.
I was kicked out at the end of the school year. That summer my mother had me tested for the gifted program. I don't remember the testing just my mom hanging the story over my head for the rest of her life. Apparently my IQ was off the charts. There was one problem though. I couldn't remember simple math, science, or english. Yet I was scoring post graduate (masters level) on those same subjects. The psych dxed me with adhd and rxed whatever medicine was in style in 1996.
I do remember the first week at the gifted school. I rode everyday with my "best friend" who convinced my mom to get me tested. I was also strung out on this medication the first few days. Everyone (the gifted shrink) suggested my mom work on getting me an iep for math & science and put me in therapy but she never did. She also didnt like the meds so made me stop taking them and I was never in therapy.
My "best friend" never acknowledged me at school. He was too busy trying to be a cool kid. I was just trying to survive. He stopped bringing me back and forth to school. I had to catch the Bus at 530am to transfer to another bus. Those kids made fun of my makeup & clothes. I often didnt get home til 5pm. Fuck doing homework. I broke my foot in dance class. A fellow srudent murdered his parents. By the 2nd semester i figured i would be better off at the regular public school again.
I was wrong. People thought i was a satanist because i had dyed black hair to my waist. Since i was switching from gifted they put me in all AP & honors. I was suspended twice and don't remember why. I constantly played devils advocate with my close minded teachers and got sent to Tor. They loved that Type of discourse at the gifted school and in college. Always in the guidance counselors Office because of girl fights. My English teacher said i would amount to nothing in life and asked why i couldn't be more like my brother.
That fall because i was 16 i started working at Burger King. I became friends with a white guy who grew up in Bolivia. His stories fascinated. He kept trying to get me to go to his Church. He saw how miserable life was for me and we worked well together.
My mom started snooping through my stuff at home. We faught all the time. She also thought my aesthetic = satantic worship when i was just looking cute af. I don't know how often i was backhanded by her or even my "best friend" in private.
I had nowhere to turn. No therapist to talk to. No "best friend" to talk to. No journal to write in and basically only saw my mother when we were fighting.

















