I could write a fucking book about how traumatic my 12 years in public education ultimately was. I wasn’t bullied by any kids, it was the school system that did that job. 12 years later and I still have baggage I’m in therapy for. Public education had been nothing but one long PTSD inducing fever dream. Having BOTH of my step parents growing up be pieces of shit certainly didn’t make my home life a shelter from the storm that it should’ve been. It’s a miracle that I haven’t gotten tattoos, self harmed myself, fallen into drugs, shot up my school or killed myself. But I sure do have a hard time holding a job, making and keeping friends, saving money, or being in a relationship.

I could write a fucking book about how traumatic my 12 years in public education ultimately was. I wasn’t bullied by any kids, it was the school system that did that job. 12 years later and I still have baggage I’m in therapy for.