I was in special education. Everyday, I had to be escorted by a teacher assistant so I "would not ditch class." One of the days he escorted me to a classroom, he teased my obesity by pinching my nipple, blatant over the clothes I was wearing. I tried to tell the special education teachers about it, but they said that they will not let it happen again, and that there was no need to report it to the principal or anything. So I just kept silent. Very stupidly. Even if I did try to go to the principal about it, the teacher assistant who had to escort me every day would just not allow it. After school, he would make sure there were people stationed at the entrance to the principal's office so I don't go there and report it.
And now, the feeling of my nipples being pinched just looms over me sometimes. It really gives me the chills. I'm in college now, by the way, and I'm only now remembering things from my clouded past. I've forgotten so much of high school and middle school that I feel like whenever I remember something from those periods of time, I feel a need to hang onto them, so I don't forget them again. I'm afraid of forgetting again. And at the same time, these memories bring only pain and futile anger.
And now, the feeling of my nipples being pinched just looms over me sometimes. It really gives me the chills. I'm in college now, by the way, and I'm only now remembering things from my clouded past. I've forgotten so much of high school and middle school that I feel like whenever I remember something from those periods of time, I feel a need to hang onto them, so I don't forget them again. I'm afraid of forgetting again. And at the same time, these memories bring only pain and futile anger.
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