My mental health started getting worse when I was in grade 6. I was molested for 3 years by a senior guy who also happened to be my boyfriend (I know I was immature). When the news spread, everyone started slut-shaming and always cornered me. They all speak about me, but none spoke to me. I was targeted by teachers, and my parents were so sad to see me treated like that. What made me sadder was seeing my parents sad and worried about me. They took me to a psychiatrist, and nothing changed. When I was 15, I transferred to a new school. Where the history repeated. They body shamed me for my small breast and lean body. They often drew my sketch on the walls compared to some adult actresses. My school life was equal to going through hell. There wasn’t even a single day I slept without crying. I hated going to school and skipped most of my school days. I couldn’t tell my parents about this coz I didn’t want them to feel bad for me. I think they knew something was wrong with me so they took me to a psychiatrist again, after I denied going to college, fearing my past would haunt me. Now I’m under psychological treatment and taking a few pills. But my life has totally changed. I took admission in a reputed collage and the new homies are cool (maybe they don’t know about me yet). The teachers are kind and I’m better than my previous years. I still feel insecure about my body and my dark past. It created a lot of friction between me and my relationship with God and parents. At one point I even slapped my Dad after I went crazy when my Dad couldn’t really understand my state of mind. I couldn’t sleep for days. I didn’t shower for weeks. But now I’m better and all glory to God. 🕊
