I've tried to kill myself multiple times at 11 years old. My mother resents me, calls me fat, so I starved myself. The name calling continued, and for my

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I’ve tried to kill myself multiple times at 11 years old.

My mother resents me, calls me fat, so I starved myself. The name calling continued, and for my physical check-up this year, I got skinnier. She started pressuring me to eat more, and flip flops like a fish out of water between calling me hippo and a lump of sticks. She will get upset because my little brother isn’t good at Spanish. She will get upset if I brush my hair. She will get upset if I don’t. She will get upset if I read. She will get upset if I don’t. She will get upset if I go outside. She will get upset if I don’t. She will get upset if I try to exercise. She will get upset if I don’t. She will get upset if I talk to boys. I can’t go to sleepovers, while my brothers can, because I’ll get raped. I’m constantly walking on eggshells around her, because she’s borderline bipolar. She constantly tells me, “Don’t talk to boys!” and at first I thought it was just a joke. But she will genuinely get angry with me if I so much as even mention a boy. Just a masculine name is enough to set her off, she’s a ticking time bomb doomed to go off no matter what I do. She has a room in my little brother’s room, my older brother’s room, and mine. She has no respect for our privacy, I’m not even allowed to close my door. Sometimes, she will watch me sleep.

My father is a sexist a******, excusing making me cry with, “It’s just a joke. Men are jokers.” As if I’ll transform like a 1990s magical girl. He will be angry with me as well if my little brother is struggling with school. He will be proud of my younger brother for a 70, yet yell at me because I got an 89 instead of a 90. He pressures me and tries to convince me that my only role in this hell of a life is to have a husband, a bunch of kids, and die. I’m transgender, and I prefer women over men.

When I vent, I’m told to s*** it up, kill myself, get slapped in the face with “same”, or just be totally ignored. My friends are terrible people, they are ableist

New Confession

I want to have s** with underage girls, the younger the better, my erect manhood would enter the girls C***, I would begin to take them very f****** hard with my p****, I want them to scream for their mother’s then I will put my p**** into her mouth and throat f*** the girl, then m********* in the girls face, which would be covered with my f****** come, then I will take the girl from behind, I will get my sister, and the girl will lick out my sister’s C***, so I can f*** my sister next.

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Sister Marie Howorth had no right to ask me private questions about father’s death. The Toronto Catholic District School Board has verified this with me. To quote the TCDSB, “If you did not disclose to her that your father died, she should not have asked.” The TCDSB also verified that Sister Marie Howorth should not have asked me ‘prodding’ questions. Especially when she saw I was in distress. At that point, she should have stopped. As for the comment, “You wear a mask”, this was a very harmful comment to say to a student. In today’s climate, making a comment like that to a student would never fly. I feel emotionally abused by Sister Marie Howorth. I’m sick of people glorifying her and talking about how compassionate she was. I simply did not see that side of her. When I asked what the meeting was about that day, Sister Marie Howorth replied, “Oh Just Something.” This answer was an outright lie. Sister Marie asking me to reveal private details about my father’s death was not “just something.” I still feel very violated by the way Sister Marie Howorth treated me. She invaded my privacy and my grief. (Actually I don’t really grieve my father because he called my mother an ugly warthog infront of me when I was 6) I hope God did not let her into Heaven Scott Free! Sister Marie Howorth ruined my last year of high school with her psychological abuse.

F*** You Sister Marie Howorth
F*** You Judy Wright
F*** You Yvonne Kocik
F*** You Former Deputy Director of the MSSB who thought he had a right to force a grief counselling on me when he could have just made a complaint against me to stop. I would never have contacted him in the first f*****’ place! Besides, unlike his late son, I would never steal VCRs from the Honeydale Walmart!!!