I feel absolutely ridiculous writing this as I’m 40
now.
30 years ago I was picked on by a group of four girls in my class at school for two years. It ended when there was a class reshuffle and I wasn’t with them. From that point on I was fine.
However I feel like I am the person who they saw and that at some point everyone in my life will realise that I’m a loser. Low self esteem has crippled me as every point in my life since it happened.
They would tell me I was ugly / that my parents must have wished they’d not had me / it would be better if I killed myself / they didn’t want to be near me and breathe the same air / I was disgusting etc.
It’s still my inner voice and I feel certain that - despite having had successful friendships and relationships ever since - they saw who I really am. I feel a lot of shame around it all so I’ve never spoken about it.
When I was 11 I remember taking about 8 paracetamol and being disappointed it did nothing - I’ve self harmed on and off since too.
It seems so stupid, that something so insignificant has effectively impacted my whole life and how I see myself so profoundly.