Please, read my story...
I was bullied since I was 7. My parents didn't know anything about how I felt. I forced myself to smile and laugh anywhere near them. I feel a bit relieve I didn't cut my wrists or hands, I didn't have the courage to do that either. But the worst thing was, more than twice I attempted to commit suicide by banging my head on the wall as strong as I could. I keep the wound for myself. I thought that was the only thing I could do to reduce the pain I had inside my heart (but don't worry! now I know It was very wrong!). I was really hurt and spent the rest of the day cried like a three year old baby girl watched her barbie doll burned. No one was there to hug me or listen to these bad things I had been through. Once I ever told Mum, she believed it was nothing but just a simple thing to solve.
I tell you what, bullying is a freaking serious matter. It is extremely not COOL!. So I remind you once again, please help me to...
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| Fibrous Dysplasia Ruin My Life
It was a fine evening. I played around with my cousin. She was running after me when suddenly I tripped and fell to the ground. It wasn't really that hard, the way I fell, to break a bone but my right pelvis did... break, or fractured? which word is the right one to say?. Nevermind... let's keep going...
Doctor said it was only a crack. I mean, it wasn't a big deal. He assumed, with his hypothesis, in my age (5 years old at that very moment), the bone was still growing so he claimed I was really fine and everything was under control.
Days passed, I recovered from the injury. But something was wrong with my leg (right leg). I walked unstable and somehow I could not lift my leg without helping from my hands. It also felt so hurt and pain me a lot everytime I stepped on the floor or even just moved a little bit from one place to another.
So my parents took me to another doctor. After several medical check up, the doctor told Mum and Dad, that I got Monostotic Fibrous Dysplasia on my leg.
I was only 5 years old. I didn't understand any of that. I couldn't even say the word Monostotic-Fibrous-Dysplasia properly. I went to my first surgery at the age of 6. I needed like a year and half to recover, and I needed to walk with my cructhes like every time. Some of my friends (Hey! Do they even deserve to be mentioned here as friends?) were mocking me with bad words. "You don't belong here. Normal people only.". They called me names, like: disabled girl, useless, burdensome, ugly, weirdo.
Sometime they hid my crutches somewhere and laughing at me when I suffered from pain, trying to walk to find my crutches. I pity myself...
Some of them kicked me from the back and happy to see me fell with my face crushed to the ground. Ahh.. those days...
Now I'm 18. Almost done with my second semester in college. Two or three months ago, I went to see my doctor again. After several medical check up, he said my disease is getting worse. I walk more unstable and the pain is more unbearable. I can't walk without my crutches anymore. I can't run, or jump. I can't even walk properly. Fibrous Dysplasia ruin my life...
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