![]() Today, I’m in my second semester of my first year in college, I’ve made many new friends and I’ve learned a lot from my short time so far, and even though financially I’m struggling a bit, I’m the first in my family to go to college, and I’m on top of the world. I got a long with everyone and no one bullied me for being gay, people accepted me, and I was my true self. By my senior year I found my passion, art. Even though times were rough throughout high school, I started to find the real me as time went on, no more fitting into molds of who I was suppose to be, in school, in the lgbt community, or anywhere else. My friend saw it and dhs ended up getting involved, and from that point on, no more self harm, no more weight upon my shoulders, and no more limitations. It didn’t help that I was being bullied by my own father as well, and one day, I ended up with a bruise on my arm and on my heart, emotionally. As I got into 8th grade, I came out the previous summer, most people accepted me, and my teachers were amazing people, but some people bullied me still. ![]() ![]() ![]() My dad was mentally abusive and I was a closeted gay boy who went to catholic school all my life, and I felt like there was no where to turn.
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