Let me tell you about my story
Age 9, primary school, many girls liked to pick on me and pull my hair. They always talked about how I’m stupid and I’m not the smartest student in my class. They always hit me and I’d have to lie to my mother saying that was playing games too rough
Now, they are alright with me, they try to help me with my Math (because I suck at it) and sometimes they even buy me food if I don’t have enough money. One of them also keeps apologizing and she is always upset when she remembers what she did and always apologizes even though I tell her that she was young.
Age 13, in my new secondary school. Literally everyone in my class teased me for drawing since I was in a science class and drawing and arts weren’t really considered “good” or “successful”, things. My drawings would always be torn and my pencils broken at least once every two weeks.
Now, they matured and they adore my drawings, some ask about my comic and some that changed schools say they miss my drawings at tuition and they would ask me to bring my drawings next time at tuition so they can see, and pretty much all of them always call me a cartoonist.
Age 14, this one Muslim girl didnt like how I didn’t have a religion and she didn’t like the fact that I cried a lot. She said I was weak and she would pull my hair too.
Now, she’s in my class and she’d comfort me everytime I was bullied and everytime she cries, I am there for her too. We both help each other with our English language too.
Age 15, I started going online and this artist used to use me and only like me for my fanart, constantly demanding art and stuff from me and would threaten suicide if I didn’t do what she said
Now, she never threatens suicide and talks and helps me whenever I can, she is generous and gives out gift art a lot and treats her friends right.
Age 15, I was dragged into a group by a semi famous artist and I looked up to him but I was bullied in the group for being the youngest, I was constantly told to shut up and that I’m too young to voice my opinion and that I have to deal with bullies.
Now, he loves my art and apologizes constantly everytime he remembers 2013. He always supports me and treats me like a true friend and is always there if I’m bullied (he’s currently on vacation though)
Age 16, after my birthday. My moirail started getting very overproctective and territorial over me to a point where he would lash out at anyone that hugs me or even compliments me. He demanded smut roleplays and porn when I couldn’t give it and he said I didn’t give him enough attention. He also said I am not Agender and constantly tries to ‘prove’ that I’m not Agender.
Now, we don’t talk as much but he apologized for what he did and he is a great guy now. He respect my pronouns and gender. Every convo we have now is great and we compliment and talk about random things, he is chill about friends being with others now.
Age 16, late December. My other ex moirail cut me off, she said I never put in effort in the friendship. She didn’t understand that I was in a bad time and that her words hurt me but when I said they did, she said I’m being abusive. She later on exaggerated stuff and made a huge callout filled with things mostly fake or exaggerated and is always breathing down my neck.
Now, she and me aren’t in contact anymore but she has apologized and we are on neutral grounds.
Age 16, a day or so after my diagnosis, a person came up to me and they told me that I’m faking my mental illness and that my vent art is me sending death threats and threatening manslaughter.
Now, me and them are close friends and they apologized about what they did. We’re really good friends and they always have my back and I have theirs and they help me with my schizophrenia as i help them.
and since Age 7 until age 16 my dad has constantly hit me everyday and emotionally manipulated me, hit my mother and my dog and pressured me into doing things as well as said horrible things like telling me to die
Now, he has changed and he’s the best dad I could ever have.
Don’t tell me that abuse victims aren’t able to forgive others. Don’t tell me that I, an abuse victim for many years, hate other victims because I believe that people change. From my experience, they have. My experience isn’t invalidated because of yours. I believe that people can change.