so, i'm going to start at the beginning of the school year, where everything went to hell
i met this boy who was pretty cool and had some of the same interests as me and all. i would hang out with him a lot of the time and i thought "they, this is a really great relationship."
then i get a text message from him asking me out.
i immediately feel pressured to say yes, because i didn't want to break his heart and end up in a dangerous situation.
well, fast forward a week or two, he's gone to my little brother's birthday party and now he's talking about our future. and about how he wants kids. and about how he wants to get married to me. once we turn eighteen.
i'm feeling really uncomfortable at this point but he keeps going.
and he starts misgendering me. calling me by she/her pronouns, calling me his girlfriend.
and saying how he's straight.
well, at this point i'm feeling really shitty and i confide in two of my friends. my closest friend tells him that he's making me dysphoric and tries to convince him that he is in fact misgendering me.
it doesn't work.
finally, he settles in calling me by they/them pronouns as an attempt to reconcile with me.
i've already told him several times that i want to be called he/him pronouns.
at this point he's getting angry and abrasive and now i'm fearing for my safety again.
i start having really bad dreams and horrible psychosis episodes about him hurting me and doing much worse things.
finally, i get the nerve to break up with him before the dance. he starts bargaining with me and starts growing more upset and frantic, which makes me feel upset and frantic and at this point i have come to the conclusion that he's going to hurt me.
i start avoiding him like he's the black death and finally the dance rolls around.
he keeps trying to talk to me and starts stalking me while i'm on the dance floor.
eventually i sit down on the bleachers and he is right behind me.
his friend comes down and sits next to me and says "there's a wall of fury behind his fake smile."
so now i rush down the bleachers and end up on the dance floor again, crying and hyperventilating. i'm literally having a panic attack but at this point it's too late for me to tell anyone.
my friend tells one of the teachers despite me sobbing begging her not to and she takes me out into the hallway to calm down.
i barely calm down but go back inside and pretend to have a good time while searching for every exit, every place i could get cornered by him, and every place he could find me.
finally the dance ends and he tries to approach me again before the lights turn back on and we're all sent outside for our parents to pick us up.
he keeps trying to corner me and talk to me and starts pacing when he can't find me.
eventually i leave and one of my friends tells me later that he was searching for me and asking everyone where i went.
now i'm sent back to school the monday after the dance and i'm just trying my best to avoid him.
i'm still having to avoid him for fear of my safety and the panic attacks and psychosis episodes have gotten worse ever since.
i have six class periods with him out of eight.
