I was at school and got bullied at school during lunch one day. A guy that didn’t like me for whatever reason wanted to fight me and I turned a cold shoulder and tried to walk away. That didn’t go well with him and he pushed me down the hill and I fell down the hill and all my food came out of my lunch bag. I felt extremely humiliated because it seems like all the school saw it. I was laughed at and so I went in the school to hide. I didn’t cry but I was roughed up. I never seem to let anything out. I took it and then at home I was express my anger and frustrations. I was a tough son of a gun for punishment, so I thought. This instance only further intensive my depression because I never opened up and talked to anyone really. I started to find
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I was taken there and dropped off on the second floor. I was put into a room with padding on the walls and a tile floor for 48 hours. All that was in this room was a bed and a wood bedframe. I was given a sheet and a pillow and that was all. It was so cold in that room that I got little to no sleep. I was awoken at around 0730 and was told to get up for breakfast. I went to the community room and you could tell I was the new guy. Other people were there also for different problems. I started talking to people and quickly bonded with the other people there because we were all we had. We stayed strong together. The reason of why you were there was like your badge of honor. We had school, play time, counselling, and free time. One by one I created friendships with these people and it seem quite clear that to all of us our parents were all of our mortal enemies. We stuck together so well that when it was time for a child/parent group with all of our parents and all of us kids together that we really voiced our opinions. I stayed quiet and observed everything that was happening. It got very verbally aggressive in this session that it had to be cancelled. Needless to say we were a pack of friends bonded together by our
I was taken there and dropped off on the second floor. I was put into a room with padding on the walls and a tile floor for 48 hours. All that was in this room was a bed and a wood bedframe. I was given a sheet and a pillow and that was all. It was so cold in that room that I got little to no sleep. I was awoken at around 0730 and was told to get up for breakfast. I went to the community room and you could tell I was the new guy. Other people were there also for different problems. I started talking to people and quickly bonded with the other people there because we were all we had. We stayed strong together. The reason of why you were there was like your badge of honor. We had school, play time, counselling, and free time. One by one I created friendships with these people and it seem quite clear that to all of us our parents were all of our mortal enemies. We stuck together so well that when it was time for a child/parent group with all of our parents and all of us kids together that we really voiced our opinions. I stayed quiet and observed everything that was happening. It got very verbally aggressive in this session that it had to be cancelled. Needless to say we were a pack of friends bonded together by our