Hi, I don't feel comfortable sharing my name yet, but it will probably come out eventually.
I've been carrying this with me for 9 years now. I need to tell my story, not for sympathy, but because I want the people who hurt me to be named. I want the world to know what they did to me. I want them to remember, because I will never forget.
This began in 2016, but I’ve known Sherri-Lee Clark since 2013, when we both started high school. We were in the same classes during 2015 and 2016. I never really paid much attention to her until one day in 2016 when a friend of mine, G, gave her my phone number without telling me. Sherri messaged me out of the blue, and I was surprised but happy. We started chatting on WhatsApp, and we got along well. We played texting games and had some fun conversations. I started to really like her, but I’ve always struggled with social anxiety, so I couldn’t bring myself to talk to her at school. But through texting, things felt good.
At some point, I introduced her to my friend K. That changed everything. K had a way of stealing the spotlight, and I felt like Sherri started giving more attention to him. But she still talked to me, so I tried to hold onto that. Then an incident occurred that changed everything. Soon after, the second school term ended. I remember being in English class that day, and my teacher, Mrs. LaRosa, caught me using my phone. She went off on me in front of the entire class, called out my poor grades, and completely humiliated me.
During the school holidays that followed, I was already feeling like absolute garbage. Then, to make matters worse, Sherri's brother messaged me and told me to leave his sister alone. I was crushed. But I still reached out to Sherri and asked if things were still okay between us. She said yes. That tiny glimmer of hope was all I had to hold onto.
Then the third term started. It was a Monday, and I refused to go back to school. I was terrified of seeing Sherri, facing my teacher, and confronting everything that had happened. That same day, I snapped. I took apart a toy helicopter, used the blades, and began cutting my neck. There wasn’t a lot of blood, but I left deep scars. My parents rushed me to a therapist. My brother told them about what happened with Mrs. LaRosa. My parents contacted the school principal, who then spoke to Mrs. LaRosa. While I was still at the doctor, Mrs. LaRosa called me, sounding genuinely apologetic. After that, she never mistreated me again.
I returned to school on Wednesday. Things were hard, but I tried to adjust. I kept texting Sherri. On her birthday, I gave her a present and wished her a happy birthday in person. She even sat behind me in English class. I thought things were getting better. But I was wrong.
A week or two after her birthday, during recess, Sherri and her friends: Bianca Brown, Demi Leigh Duplessis (now Demi Leigh Comradie), another girl named Didi, and another girl who I cannot remember the name of, all approached me and ganged up on me. They humiliated me, insulted me, and tore down whatever was left of my fragile state.
I went home that day and spiraled again. I became severely suicidal and confided in K, who then told Sherri. That same day, Sherri messaged me and tried to talk me out of suicide. The irony of it all broke me even more. She had just taken part in the group that pushed me to the edge, yet she was now trying to act like a savior.
My grades had hit rock bottom. I knew I wouldn’t pass the year. Not long after, Sherri blocked me. But the torment didn’t end. In December, she added me to a WhatsApp group chat with all her friends, and they continued to bully me. I kept leaving the group, and they kept adding me back, using different people. I kept blocking them, one by one. Eventually, they stopped.
I never went back to that school. I transferred to a new school in 2017, but the trauma never left. The mental scars are as raw today as they were then. 2017 felt like a year of relative calm (despite many other personal tragedies in my life occurred then), and things processed to go downhill in my life from 2018 to the present.
Outside of school, the person who contributed the most to my ongoing mental health struggles was my father. I won’t name him here, but his role in my decline after 2016 cannot be ignored.
I name these people.. Sherri-Lee Clark, Bianca Brown, Demi Leigh Duplessis (Comradie), and additional bullies: Sheldon Brooks and Curtly Arries, because I want them to be remembered. Because what they did left permanent damage. People often treat bullying like a phase. But what they did to me wasn’t just bullying. It was cruelty, manipulation, humiliation and sometimes physical abuse. And I’ve lived with the consequences every day since. I'm posting this because I really want there to be accountability despite how unrealistic it may be.
#Depression #Anxiety #Suicide #Trauma