I was a victim of many serial bullies, and worse, from grade school through high school. While I experienced numerous traumatic experiences during my early chi

I was a victim of many serial bullies, and worse, from grade school through high school. While I experienced numerous traumatic experiences during my early childhood the worst bully was my school. My school refused, repeatedly, to take any action whatsoever against a child in my grade that would reenact or act out in regard to beatings, rapes, and murders, he witnessed in his home country, on me and the other poor souls stuck in the project with this tortured soul. His parents refused to acknowledge his bad behaviors publicly, but in private they would beat him worse than I was beat. When I acted out in school I was put in solitary confinement in a room resembling a prison cell. My memory is foggy but it feels as if I spent more time in that prison than in class. The school couldn't bring themselves to deal with a broken migrant family straight from a war zone. in their weakness they caused immeasurable harm to me. They're lucky my parents moved me to a different district before this kid could kill me. He came close a few times. The next school wasn't any better. Again, there were multiple perpetrators in this time period, but the most egregious was the school and their refusal to clean their house. I experienced years of daily physical, emotional and sexual abuse at the hands of a woman a few years older than me, until again I was moved away from these perpetrators. School social workers dismissed my experiences and blamed me. In late middle school I started acting out in ways that the school could not ignore. I distinctly remember reporting directly to school administration that I was being bullied at recess and being laughed off. The next day I struck the bully. At first the planning officer (detention teacher) was talking expulsion, no tolerance, blah blah blah. When I told him that I reported the bullies behavior the day prior and no action was taken I was let off with a warning. This incident bought me a relatively healthy amount of peace and quiet for the rest of the school year. Though things quickly escalated out of control in high school once I realized I could stop many bullies in their tracks with my greater strength. At the time I didn't realize that these bullies parents could strong arm the administration into overlooking their children's terrible behavior while punishing me. Not long after this all blew up I started filing dozens-hundreds of official reports outlining virtually every abuse I suffered with the help of social workers happy for the hundreds of billable hours and a long list of diagnoses to bill against. Not a single * one was investigated by child protective services. Then I finished school and spent years and years bouncing around, vainly looking for community, and a place to heal my wounds and come to terms with what I've experienced. I'm obviously still pretty raw about these parts of my life, but if I can help shed some light on how shitty it is to grow up with constant abuse, from peers, neglect from caretakers, and parents completely unable to stand up against the organized incompetence of small city education then feel free to ask me questions. I'll put my email in my profile in a bit. Sorry if my thoughts are disjointed or the formatting is bad. On my phone.