My Story

Triggers including anxiety issues, harm, language, and major bullying

You guys usually call me Webby, but my name is Logan, and this is my story.

I grew up with only my parents. I don't have any siblings. My father is a police officer and my mother works with computers. When I went into kindergarten, kids didn't pick on my much, but there was always one kid of the class that would. He would threaten me, saying horrible things about how my dad was a horrible person, and since I'm his daughter, that I am much worse. He made remarks saying "Are you gonna tell your dad?" "Is he gonna arrest me?" "What are you gonna do about it?!" These words hurt me. As a 5 year old, going on 6, these words made my life a living hell. I did tell my parents about it and they did all they could. They talked to the principal about having me switch classes because they hated the fact that their daughter was getting picked on. The school decided it would be best to move me to a different class, and they did. My life got better. I never really saw him again, and if I did, I moved as far as possible away from him. My life went out fine throughout the rest of the school years I went there, until I moved schools in fifth grade. My best friend / cousin went there, so I at least knew someone. I made very little friends in the beginning of the school year, but I was able to make around three friends in that class. We had different teachers and different classes for each, but he stayed with our home room class. So we stayed with the same people for the entire year. At the beginning, I wasn't bullied, but near the middle of the year, people really started to dislike me. On December of that year, I got my hair cut really short. I was in fifth grade and I didn't look like a girl, so the short hair didn't make it any better. Kids at my school called me names. They'd make comments like, "Do you think you're a boy?" "Why are you dressed like that?!" "What's wrong with you?!" Like before, a boy, who I considered my friend stopped talking to me. I would later find out that he would call me names like... I'm not gonna say it, but it's the F slur. And he called me a tranny. I absolutely HATE using that word, but those were words he used. This is where a lot of my issues started. I gained a lot of anxiety problems. I had people issues and I never really trusted anyone. Once I hit 6th grade, my other friends were in my class. It was my cousin and her friends. My school is built to where kindergarten to sixth grade are in the same building and seventh to 12th grade are in the same building. There are two buildings in total. I had my friends. I was gonna be happy... right? Well, not really. This is where I started thinking about my sexuality. I was bi for the longest time, and some people got on to it. Especially the girls. I never went for girls that were straight. They would ridicule me and make "jokes" that just weren't even funny, they were just offensive. My friends thankfully wee there to support me. One of the girls were actually lesbian, and I had a crush on her. I still do to this day, but it was new to me. These issues caused self harm issues. I would cut my hair a lot, I cut my legs, and I never ate. I cut my hair and basically ruined it. I had rat tails and would use razors to shave the back of my head. I only ate dinner, because that was the only meal they could really see me eat. I lost around 10 pounds in the span of the time I was harming myself, which was around 1 month. It didn't help that I was around under weight. My parents were really concerned and took away my social media. Surprisingly, it really helped. I started to eat more and I stopped cutting my hair and legs. The bullying didn't necessarily stop, but I got a bit better. Around a year later, my mental state got better and I got my stuff back. I'm still a victim of bullying but not a main one, thankfully. Not a lot of people like me at my school, which is fine. My school is pretty homophobic, which means there are a lot of homophobic people. Like I said, my mental health has gotten better, I still have problems, but they're not major.
I love you all very much a an you've made my life so much better.

This is my story...