FailedNormieManlet
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From ages 4 to 11, I was relentlessly bullied and beaten because I was poor and small. I remember my teachers laughed at me because some kid made a joke about my family being poor when I was 10, it really upset me at the time. My mum was having personal issues at the time, so I kept silent about the bullying - she knew about the bullying from ages 4 to 8, but thought it stopped when I moved schools at age 9. I only really had 1 teacher who was my maths teacher who actually stood up for me and felt like the first competent adult figure in my life. My dad had left us when I was 9, after an argument with my mum, and my mum struggled a lot with it (this was when I was 9) hence I never felt like I could really have any help.
I used to cry myself to sleep pretty often at that age, constantly bullying made me anti-social and I spent a lot of my free time reading books in the library, often non-fiction books about biology, space or somewhere far-away where I'd often imagine myself being.
At age 11 my dad came back after both my parents made up, and life felt like it was going up again. At that age is when I visited bangladesh and was near a lot of wild-life for the 1st time.
There used to be little wall lizards in my house, I'd often capture them and put them in boxes and shake the boxes to see what the lizard would do, I'd chase the lizards and rip their legs and tails off for fun to see what would happen, and would place them in my box of lizards. I remember going to a farm and finding a dead chick and throwin it at trees, to see if I could crack it open. I would also often play pretty "cruel" pranks on some of the "neighbours". Whenever I was in a car, I'd always be confused why my dad never ran the animals over and had even asked him to speed up when we saw birds, but my dad was confused and asked me why. I said it would be fun running them over and he told me that, running them over is bad and it would fuck up the car.
I lived in a big tower complex, and below us were some shanty-tier houses with tin roofs. Every night, I'd fill up a small water bottle and throw it out of the window so it would hit the tin roof and wake up the poor neighbours, I remember seeing the lights turn on, babies screaming and people screaming "CHECK IF THERE IS A THIEF!" in bengali. I found it so funny, it became an obsession of mine to piss these people off. I called in my cousin and brother to join me and they did as well jfl.
I didn't feel bad about it and I still really don't.
But I could not do any of this weird shit today, if I am honest. I'd feel bad waking those guys up, and would think it is pointless. I'd probably still rip the lizard tails from curiosity but that's about it.
Is this normal childhood development? I am pretty normal to this day since I took LSD and deffo am a much nicer person.
I used to cry myself to sleep pretty often at that age, constantly bullying made me anti-social and I spent a lot of my free time reading books in the library, often non-fiction books about biology, space or somewhere far-away where I'd often imagine myself being.
At age 11 my dad came back after both my parents made up, and life felt like it was going up again. At that age is when I visited bangladesh and was near a lot of wild-life for the 1st time.
There used to be little wall lizards in my house, I'd often capture them and put them in boxes and shake the boxes to see what the lizard would do, I'd chase the lizards and rip their legs and tails off for fun to see what would happen, and would place them in my box of lizards. I remember going to a farm and finding a dead chick and throwin it at trees, to see if I could crack it open. I would also often play pretty "cruel" pranks on some of the "neighbours". Whenever I was in a car, I'd always be confused why my dad never ran the animals over and had even asked him to speed up when we saw birds, but my dad was confused and asked me why. I said it would be fun running them over and he told me that, running them over is bad and it would fuck up the car.
I lived in a big tower complex, and below us were some shanty-tier houses with tin roofs. Every night, I'd fill up a small water bottle and throw it out of the window so it would hit the tin roof and wake up the poor neighbours, I remember seeing the lights turn on, babies screaming and people screaming "CHECK IF THERE IS A THIEF!" in bengali. I found it so funny, it became an obsession of mine to piss these people off. I called in my cousin and brother to join me and they did as well jfl.
I didn't feel bad about it and I still really don't.
But I could not do any of this weird shit today, if I am honest. I'd feel bad waking those guys up, and would think it is pointless. I'd probably still rip the lizard tails from curiosity but that's about it.
Is this normal childhood development? I am pretty normal to this day since I took LSD and deffo am a much nicer person.