Stop Homophobia

Postiwyd gan InkNotMink o Wrecsam - Cyhoeddwyd ar 25/10/2012 am 15:07
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I thought I would write about my experiences with homophobia and how it has affected me. I hope that it can inspire anyone else going through problems that you can still achieve what you want in life, and no dream is too big.

Well it all started when I was about 13 and I moved away so had to start a new high school half way through year 8. I was different from everyone else, I was a vegetarian, had short spiky hair, wore lots of make up and had an opinion on everything. But I was never ever horrible to anyone, I would quite happily listen to others views (I would just get my point of view across too!) So people started to shout things at me, really stupid things like tree hugger (not sure why they thought that would offend me?) but I just brushed it off. I had always loved P!nk (the singer) so I started covering my books and folders in pictures of her when I was bored. This straight away started up the rumour that I liked pink and I was a lesbian. To be honest I didn't really know what I was myself and still don’t. I prefer not to have a label and fall in love with the person not the sex. Because everyone thought I was a lesbian I got the worse things said about me, I had to be careful in the changing rooms because the girls thought I fancied all of them and I used to get things thrown at me and get pushed up the stairs. It started off just being a few stupid people so I told my head of year. This made things ten times worse and soon the whole school was against me (even the prefects). I was so sick of fighting all day everyday and I got tired in the end. I was on the verge of giving up my whole life because it felt like a living hell. Then one day I was on the school bus home and I got sexually assaulted by one of the pupils (while others just watched and laughed) I decided that was going to be it. That was the night that I wanted to end my life. Thinking about it now, I must have felt pretty bad to feel like that. So I came home and said to my parents that I felt unwell and went to bed, I took the paracetamol box with me. I took quite a few but as I was taking more my mum walked in and made me swallow salt water to make me sick and eventually I had coughed them all up (sorry to be so graphic, but this is reality) my mum said that she never wanted me anywhere near that school again and she applied for link education (I would have to go to a youth centre for 5 days a week and learn from there). Unfortunately after a few months, my application was denied and I was faced with the prospect of having to return to school. In April 2008 I had been out of school for around 3 months. I was so low thinking I would have to go back there. Then at the end of April my mum passed away suddenly. She was the only one fighting by my side for me and protecting me from the thing I was most scared of. My dad was lovely, before my mum died, but he wasn't much good at talking about things with me. So eventually social services found out about my mums death and me not attending school and in September they offered me Link Education but only 6 hours a week which meant I had to teach myself my GCSE's. I worked so hard and my home life was falling apart but my school work was thriving, any spare time I got I put it towards my art projects. I managed to pass my GCSE's with A*s, A's, B's and one C so I was very proud of myself. I am so happy that chapter off my life is over, things are still hard and I miss my mum more everyday but I know she is looking down on me knowing what I have achieved. So when you feel at rock bottom, get up and try your hardest because it’s your life that you’re fighting for.