Glen Myers
New Here
If you've already read my story/given me advice then this isn't anything really new other than some of the events I want to get off of my chest. I need to write these things down every once in a while so yeah here goes nothing...
When I was really young (elementary school/middle school) I wanted more than anything to be popular and be a trouble maker. I don't know why but I always idolized bad types of people even though my parents did the best they could to raise me despite their financial troubles/personal problems. We weren't dirt poor but we almost got evicted a couple of times and I could never have the same things the other kids had (cell phone at a young age, ipod, newest gaming console) so I was really spiteful. Emotionally though they were really loving and would of done anything for me, they still would.
I went through many different phases in my childhood but they all somehow involved trying to put a tough/emotionless image and being sort of an antagonist. I can honestly say the biggest influence on me was the media. I'm not blaming my parents but in hindsight, If I were them I would of kept a close eye on what I was watching... I had my own T.V. and computer in my room and I would stay up until 3 A.M. watching violent T.V. shows and music videos idolizing criminals. I was only 10-14 and my parents weren't there to say anything about what was right or wrong, I know we're supposed to be born with a sense of ethics and what not but I also believe a big part of it is people's parents playing an involved role in explaining the world to them. The truth was, I could only act the part. I'm really scared to fight physically. But I still wanted to hangout with the bad kids because I wanted a reputation of being associated with them.
The people I hung out with are really hard to describe. At first we were just skater kids who did stupid pranks, broke into abandoned buildings that were closed of by the authorities and cursed at security guards. The type of kids that really make you wonder how they could act like that, even if "they're young". To be honest the whole time they did those things I was kind of nervous/annoyed and they were in their own environment. I just wanted to have a bad boy image of a skater but not actually do stupid shit.
Over time I became a little desensitized to being scared while doing stupid things but never got over my fear of fighting. Within that group people would mess with me a little at first, then it got worse and they eventually used me as a scapegoat for when they got in trouble (they never ratted me out but they blamed me for why they got caught and verbally ganged up on me) and teasing me about how i was a little over weight. They weren't considerate about my feelings nor were they genuine friends. One day when we were having a water fight they call urinated into a bucket and poured it on me, they laughed until their guts hurt and didn't feel any remorse for me. The only response they would of actually respected was me physically fighting but I can't because i'm scared. They didn't have any sympathy at all and thought it was fine because I couldn't fight. It didn't matter that I was yelling at them at the top of my lungs.
Over time we started associating ourselves with kids that moved in from bad neighborhoods. We started dressing more "ghetto" or whatever you would call it, The type of music we listened to and stuff we did changed for the worse. Some people left the group and found other kids to skate with that just wanted to do have fun and do stupid things, not actually emulate being thugs. When these kids came into town, I was the first one to meet them. I was skating at a park and these two brothers came up to me, one of them told me to give him some of my sunflower seeds, I laughed it off and said I didn't know him. He ripped it from my hands and told him to give him some in a mean way. I hated those brothers and I was so happy when their grandfather died and I knew they were suffering. I didn't want my group of friends to meet them but eventually they did and the two brothers became part of our group.
For the next couple of years they increasingly tortured me mentally and physically just because they could and I didn't know how to fight. They took my things, asked me to "borrow" my stuff and force me to do little things that weren't degrading but the fact that they made me do it on command was dehumanizing. Whenever one of their uncles smoked some of their weed with us for free they made me give them 5 dollars because they said we all had to chip in, only to find out that they just took my money and they told me about it in front of me and laughed about it. Even the ones that supposedly had my back from "back in the day" would mess with me and rip me off when i was buying weed in front of everybody, They would get drunk and mess with me (make me do errands for them) in front of the older ghetto people to make them look tougher/get more respect.
I've been to therapy on and off, taken prescription drugs (prozac and some other SSRI), tried to "get over it", i'm 20 now, this whole thing with those people was from the ages of 12-17. I was diagnosed with PTSD at 18. It should of never happened because I should of been able to get respect from those people just because I wanted to be their friend and showed them respect. Whenever they were intimidating me to do something and I used my wits to win one on them they would just yell louder and use physical threats to cancel it out. Like the ONLY response they valued was physical altercations, there was no other way of "standing up for yourself" to them other than fighting. Till this day I can so furious and want to throw everything in my room against the wall.
Some of them are in and out jail, addicted to drugs and who knows what else... Some of them are doing better and have turned their lives around which really pisses me off because they never got any punishment/karma/retribution for their inhumane actions.
I had/have a great home life, great parents, I go to college, have a steady job, a girlfriend and plenty of friends. Yet never ending anger and shame haunts me everyday and sucks the joy out of things other people can enjoy with no problem. The only thing I had to do was make good friends and stop hanging out with those people the first day they disrespected me.
When I was really young (elementary school/middle school) I wanted more than anything to be popular and be a trouble maker. I don't know why but I always idolized bad types of people even though my parents did the best they could to raise me despite their financial troubles/personal problems. We weren't dirt poor but we almost got evicted a couple of times and I could never have the same things the other kids had (cell phone at a young age, ipod, newest gaming console) so I was really spiteful. Emotionally though they were really loving and would of done anything for me, they still would.
I went through many different phases in my childhood but they all somehow involved trying to put a tough/emotionless image and being sort of an antagonist. I can honestly say the biggest influence on me was the media. I'm not blaming my parents but in hindsight, If I were them I would of kept a close eye on what I was watching... I had my own T.V. and computer in my room and I would stay up until 3 A.M. watching violent T.V. shows and music videos idolizing criminals. I was only 10-14 and my parents weren't there to say anything about what was right or wrong, I know we're supposed to be born with a sense of ethics and what not but I also believe a big part of it is people's parents playing an involved role in explaining the world to them. The truth was, I could only act the part. I'm really scared to fight physically. But I still wanted to hangout with the bad kids because I wanted a reputation of being associated with them.
The people I hung out with are really hard to describe. At first we were just skater kids who did stupid pranks, broke into abandoned buildings that were closed of by the authorities and cursed at security guards. The type of kids that really make you wonder how they could act like that, even if "they're young". To be honest the whole time they did those things I was kind of nervous/annoyed and they were in their own environment. I just wanted to have a bad boy image of a skater but not actually do stupid shit.
Over time I became a little desensitized to being scared while doing stupid things but never got over my fear of fighting. Within that group people would mess with me a little at first, then it got worse and they eventually used me as a scapegoat for when they got in trouble (they never ratted me out but they blamed me for why they got caught and verbally ganged up on me) and teasing me about how i was a little over weight. They weren't considerate about my feelings nor were they genuine friends. One day when we were having a water fight they call urinated into a bucket and poured it on me, they laughed until their guts hurt and didn't feel any remorse for me. The only response they would of actually respected was me physically fighting but I can't because i'm scared. They didn't have any sympathy at all and thought it was fine because I couldn't fight. It didn't matter that I was yelling at them at the top of my lungs.
Over time we started associating ourselves with kids that moved in from bad neighborhoods. We started dressing more "ghetto" or whatever you would call it, The type of music we listened to and stuff we did changed for the worse. Some people left the group and found other kids to skate with that just wanted to do have fun and do stupid things, not actually emulate being thugs. When these kids came into town, I was the first one to meet them. I was skating at a park and these two brothers came up to me, one of them told me to give him some of my sunflower seeds, I laughed it off and said I didn't know him. He ripped it from my hands and told him to give him some in a mean way. I hated those brothers and I was so happy when their grandfather died and I knew they were suffering. I didn't want my group of friends to meet them but eventually they did and the two brothers became part of our group.
For the next couple of years they increasingly tortured me mentally and physically just because they could and I didn't know how to fight. They took my things, asked me to "borrow" my stuff and force me to do little things that weren't degrading but the fact that they made me do it on command was dehumanizing. Whenever one of their uncles smoked some of their weed with us for free they made me give them 5 dollars because they said we all had to chip in, only to find out that they just took my money and they told me about it in front of me and laughed about it. Even the ones that supposedly had my back from "back in the day" would mess with me and rip me off when i was buying weed in front of everybody, They would get drunk and mess with me (make me do errands for them) in front of the older ghetto people to make them look tougher/get more respect.
I've been to therapy on and off, taken prescription drugs (prozac and some other SSRI), tried to "get over it", i'm 20 now, this whole thing with those people was from the ages of 12-17. I was diagnosed with PTSD at 18. It should of never happened because I should of been able to get respect from those people just because I wanted to be their friend and showed them respect. Whenever they were intimidating me to do something and I used my wits to win one on them they would just yell louder and use physical threats to cancel it out. Like the ONLY response they valued was physical altercations, there was no other way of "standing up for yourself" to them other than fighting. Till this day I can so furious and want to throw everything in my room against the wall.
Some of them are in and out jail, addicted to drugs and who knows what else... Some of them are doing better and have turned their lives around which really pisses me off because they never got any punishment/karma/retribution for their inhumane actions.
I had/have a great home life, great parents, I go to college, have a steady job, a girlfriend and plenty of friends. Yet never ending anger and shame haunts me everyday and sucks the joy out of things other people can enjoy with no problem. The only thing I had to do was make good friends and stop hanging out with those people the first day they disrespected me.