Dear Bully,
You and your friends ganged up on me in the locker rooms today. I was just trying to change my clothes and you started pushing me around. It got so violent that I thought you might have broken my wrist. You didn't, I don't think. It doesn't hurt as much as it did.
My mom took me to a therapist yesterday. He's blind to what's in front of him. I sat in that chair for an hour without saying more than five words. He told my mom he thinks I have severe social anxiety, and that's why I'm acting so weird and unresponsive. He never asked to see my wrists or what I ate.
Severe social anxiety.
I wish that were the only problem.
