I grew up not really thinking about what happened much, I was bullied as a kid, but nothing got bad until I hit High School. It was the second semester of my tenth grade year. There was this boy who came into the bathroom with me. He randomly drops his pants and bends over in front of me, I fall back not realizing my business is out in the open, (use your imaginations), but that’s where the repressed memories flood my mind. I was unable to move because I was paralyzed with fear, that’s where a student entered the bathroom. I’m pretty sure his thoughts were “They’re gay.” So inevitably that lead to an investigation by the school, I was in complete and utter terror, I didn’t know what to do or say, so because the other gentleman so “kindly” told the administrators what he wanted in his little fantasy land of his, but I, somehow in all the chaos thought to myself, that I know the Judge, he would love to just put somebody away for this, so for some reason which I’m still trying to figure out why, I went along with it. Needless to say despite my efforts, we were still detained. However we, well at least “I” was out within the week, which is where I was transferred to an alternative school. This begins my struggle and maturity.
