I've...Always felt uncomfortable around people..You know, starting middle school, I hated social interaction and the only way i talked was through text on my dad's old flip phone. The only people i talked to were older people on unsecured sites, but none were..ya know..perverted, I guess.
But apart from that, I aced every class in 6th and 7th grade then was put into all honours classes. Even then, still didnt talk to people. I talked to my teachers rarely, mainly just to go to the bathroom and cry my depression out for a bit. Of course it barely helped, but it took some stress off my shoulders for, what? 2-3 hours..?
Getting back to feeling uncomfortable around people; Around the end of 9th grade is where I started to break through my shell, although it was very slowly, i managed to do it a tad bit. Though, I'd still go to the bathroom to cry, and i always looked in the mirror so closely..I could see every little imperfection that classmates said they couldn't see..I got so many compliments but being myself, who would ever accept that?
I always wondered how to cover these imperfections, but anything i tried...it didn't work. Nothing.
I even tried makeup..As gross as i think it is..I tried it..
But I'm going to share my story, or well..This is written as fiction, the character you read about in this story is not a real person, it's all creativity. My name is Elizabeth Stanrid, I am in 10th grade and I suffer from identity loss and I'm also dysphoric.
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That Dysphoric Person Behind the Screen
Teen FictionMany people eventually feel dysphoric in their life, but how many people really address it to others..Or even the ones they care about? Insecurities throw you off too much
