Personal Narrative: Racial Discrimination In High School

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Growing up, to me, was devastating.

As a gay, Chinese descendant, I attended an Islamic, male government high school. I was the only school representative in public speaking, poetry slamming and drawing competitions. People feminized me by calling me names as they considered these activities are only for girls. Things got worse as it started to become physical. I filed a report to the counselor, hoping that the counselor would punish the bullies. So, imagine my shock when the counselor asked me to "act like a man" and stopped being such a "sissy". The bully continued for almost a year until I started to stand up for myself and learn to fight back. I was never the same person once I stood up for myself. Nobody dares to bully me
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However, both of them did not accept the news well. My religious father, who is also a pastor, told me that he felt ashamed for having me as a son; my mother told me that she would rather having me dead. They asked me to leave the house as they do not want to have a son like me. I left the house and live with my friends for two months. My life literally fell out from under me. I believed that if I had not experienced bully and racial discrimination in high school, I would not be able to walk out of this taunting experience alone. I took control of the situation by applying to an internship position in a business consulting firm, which I had participated in one of the motivational camp organized by them. For months, I spent time studying neurolinguistic programming and psychology every night after work. Not only did I heal myself, I managed to communicate with my parents and helped them to understand and accept the situation afterward. I realized the reason my parents responded in such a devastating way was that they do not have enough information about homosexuality and they were constantly being told that homosexuality was against

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