Carlos Menem
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Hello. I'm twenty years old and I'm from Argentina, username is my real name.
When I was thirteen years old I was a troubled kid. I performed pretty bad during my first two high school years. My parents were neglectful, for example once I began growing up facial hair they didn't taught me how to shave and I grew up a big moustache that I didn't want to have yet I still showed up to school with it for over one year and avoided looking at myself in the mirror. I was teased for it however it was a small part of my bullying, almost always I felt distressed and since I had no supervision would often stay late at night looking at porn on my computer while gulping lots of caffeinated drinks. I'd get very little or no sleep before going to school early in the morning, and as a result I had an impaired cognitive function almost every school day which translated to social awkwardness and poor academic work.
Since I'd ditch P.E. classes a lot during primary and performed no physical activity whatsoever I started lagging behind my peers in physicality and was very thin (I weighed less than 88 lbs). This made me the target of jocks, and generally perceived as lazy and therefore resented by some teachers, I mean the ones who didn't feel pity for me.
One night I didn't get any sleep I showed up to school in no conditions to do intellectual tasks and I was assigned to read my homework out loud in front of the class. I agreed to it and that was my biggest mistake. I couldn't understand my own hand writing and I got really nervous, to the point where I didn't regulate my voice tone properly and was almost shouting as well as having an inconsistent rhythm. It was Biology class so I was enunciating some really odd words, and the teacher didn't care for me so she didn't make me stop.
Since I wasn't drunk or stoned I was aware of my surroundings and I heard a classmate said "He's so lost!" to which my teacher didn't react yet I did. I also grabbed my tablemate for help but didn't get a response. And when I did stop all she did was sigh and then had another classmate read the same assignment. The class just went on as if everything was normal and everyone just walked right past me when it was time for recess.
I felt really scared and tense and humilliated and I had my mom pick me up afterwards. Ever since that happened to me not a day goes by when I don't think about it, and it's been six years already. I think about it almost minute by minute, and I began therapy with the hopes of making the memories linger less on my mind but I'm not sure if it's possible. Could I have PTSD?
When I was thirteen years old I was a troubled kid. I performed pretty bad during my first two high school years. My parents were neglectful, for example once I began growing up facial hair they didn't taught me how to shave and I grew up a big moustache that I didn't want to have yet I still showed up to school with it for over one year and avoided looking at myself in the mirror. I was teased for it however it was a small part of my bullying, almost always I felt distressed and since I had no supervision would often stay late at night looking at porn on my computer while gulping lots of caffeinated drinks. I'd get very little or no sleep before going to school early in the morning, and as a result I had an impaired cognitive function almost every school day which translated to social awkwardness and poor academic work.
Since I'd ditch P.E. classes a lot during primary and performed no physical activity whatsoever I started lagging behind my peers in physicality and was very thin (I weighed less than 88 lbs). This made me the target of jocks, and generally perceived as lazy and therefore resented by some teachers, I mean the ones who didn't feel pity for me.
One night I didn't get any sleep I showed up to school in no conditions to do intellectual tasks and I was assigned to read my homework out loud in front of the class. I agreed to it and that was my biggest mistake. I couldn't understand my own hand writing and I got really nervous, to the point where I didn't regulate my voice tone properly and was almost shouting as well as having an inconsistent rhythm. It was Biology class so I was enunciating some really odd words, and the teacher didn't care for me so she didn't make me stop.
Since I wasn't drunk or stoned I was aware of my surroundings and I heard a classmate said "He's so lost!" to which my teacher didn't react yet I did. I also grabbed my tablemate for help but didn't get a response. And when I did stop all she did was sigh and then had another classmate read the same assignment. The class just went on as if everything was normal and everyone just walked right past me when it was time for recess.
I felt really scared and tense and humilliated and I had my mom pick me up afterwards. Ever since that happened to me not a day goes by when I don't think about it, and it's been six years already. I think about it almost minute by minute, and I began therapy with the hopes of making the memories linger less on my mind but I'm not sure if it's possible. Could I have PTSD?