The incident

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We were having a normal religion lesson until the teacher told us to split into groups. I was the only one left, which really floored me at that moment. The teacher said to me that I should just join two girls. However, I opened my mouth and said that I would rather do it with the boys. With a bit of swapping, this then worked. The whole moment I had to hold back my tears and when we were supposed to do the task in the group, I couldn't do it anymore.

I asked the teacher if I could go to the restroom and as soon as I was out of the classroom, I quickly went to the restroom, locked myself in and could no longer hold back my tears and emotions. That's how it happened, I had a nervous breakdown, everything was just too much for me and I didn't know what to do anymore.

Unsuspecting, I spent the rest of the hour in the restroom trying to think everything through and calm down again. When I realized that the lesson was over, I wiped the tears from my face and wanted to go back to class. I heard someone say from a distance that I was back because the teacher was already worried.

When she saw me, she told everyone else to go to class and she took me and sat with me on the couch. She was quiet and slowly approached me to ask if I was okay. I just didn't know what to say. I started to cry and at that moment I wanted nothing more than for Mr. Hunter to be with me. The teacher tried to calm me down and asked what had happened. When I finally got a sentence out, it was just a, I just don't want to anymore and then I tried to explain to her what was going on. The only thing I thought about in that situation was, I've gone on for so long and now I'm breaking down and everyone just noticed.

Of course everyone was curious about what had happened, but I just didn't want to say anything and was just more absent-minded. The teacher also said that she would talk to Ms. Fairy. And so it happened, Ms. Fairy caught me in the checkroom at the end of school and asked me to come with her.

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