Picking up from the previous chapter, when I was 10 years old my parents shipped me off to New Zealand to live my Mom’s side of the family.
Let me set the scene by saying that the last I saw my Aunt, Uncle, and cousin was around 6 or 7 years years ago. The last time I saw my other family relatives I was shitting in a diaper and gurgling as a means of communication.
Also travelling from North Carolina to New Zealand takes a total 18+ hours by flight, and since I traveled by myself I had to be babysat by airline workers during that time.
Essentially my parents shipped me halfway across the world to live with a bunch of strangers.
And the first couple of months I reacted as such, aka like a spoiled brat in an odd hostage situation that nobody wants to be a part of.
But that’s not what this chapter is about! It’s about hormones, and puberty, and the budding depression that would truly start to develop.
When you start going to school in a different country, in the middle of the school year, you sorta stick out. I also had a southern accent which did not make me as popular as I thought it would.
It was during this time that I experienced for the tween girl bullying for the first time.
And while I was in New Zealand it was always the same pattern, almost every year for the two and half years I lived there.
I would befriend a girl and we would become really close. Said friend would then hang out with whichever group of girls was the most “popular” at the time. The “leader” of said group would then isolate me from other friends and then bully me. And even to this day I still have no idea what the hell I did to earn it.
First year (10/11 years old): My “best” friend stopped hanging out with me and then I started getting bullied through my hotmail account. That’s right boys and girls, back in the day people would send mean emails telling you to kill yourself and you couldn’t block them because they would just make a new email account.
About a year later, the friend told me the girls who had been emailing me (I had to get a new email address because of it) were her new friends and that they had eventually turned on her. I said good and moved on.
Years later when I was back in the state’s she actually messaged me on Facebook and apologized for everything and I forgave her cause I can’t hold what she did when we were kids.
Second year (12/13 years old): My new “best” friend started hanging out with some girls at school, and I was not a fan of some of them because they were just so mean spirited. The “leader” would make jokes about how my friend was fat and needed to stop eating, and she’d be prettier if she was skinnier. My friend was (and still is) fucking gorgeous and it pissed me off to see “friends” talk to each other like that. I had also noticed my friend had started to show signs of an eating disorder because sometimes I would have to bargain with her to eat her lunch. I didn’t know anything about resources or even thought about telling her parents because I thought that would break her trust in me.
The new friend then started hanging out with her new friends and because I wasn’t down with what they stood form, up went the harassment. Like following me around during lunch and saying shit at me, harassment. To the point that I remember asking my aunt and uncle to not go to school one day because those girls made me not want to go to school, and I LOVED school. I have never asked to not go to school unless I was sick.
Obviously my Aunt and Uncle asked me why, I explained the situation, and essentially they told me to brush it off and go to school. So I did. The harassment didn’t though.
(Side note: It actually got slightly worse and bled over to the school’s sports teams I was on, because some of the girls that were in the friend group were on the same teams as me.
I remember traveling with the team and recording some of the girls making fun of me at night because they thought I was asleep, and then letting the coach listen in.)
In hindsight, I know that the not going to school was my cry for help that I wasn’t sure what to do. And that I just wasn’t all to happy.
I didn’t know what to do because even though I was taller and stronger than almost all of the girls, they isolated me friends so I didn’t really have any actual friends to turn to.
(Other side note, I did befriend this group but our bonding was making fun of this one kid and maybe it was roasting cause he hung out with us, but to be honest it was bullying and I’m not proud of it. The guy and I have talked about it, and we’re all good.)
I just felt like I didn’t have any control over my life.
I remember not having any energy and being constantly tired if I tried to do anything, from school to sports practices (which I now know is a sign of depression).
And then I found the magical powers of energy drinks. It was the perfect solution to my problems, I could get more involved with sports and extra curricular activities to avoid the fact that I I felt like I didn’t have any friends. I didn’t feel like I need to eat as much food because I still had energy, and I started to lose weight. I felt great. I felt like I had control over my life.
One bottle, turned to two, turned to more.
I eventually would drink at least three energy drinks every day, like meals. I would swing by the convenience store on the way to school, grab as money drinks as I could afford, and keep them in my backpack and under my bed so no one would know how much I had.
I never realized I had a problem, until one day I forgot to buy a bottle. When I missed my “hit” became super agitated in class, and didn’t settle done until I got one.
I went home and thought about the idea that I had become addicted to energy drinks. (To be honest at least it was energy drinks and not drugs or alcohol, but it could have been. I knew at that age that addiction is addiction).
I decided to stop drinking energy drinks, cold turkey.
Let me tell you, that was hell.
I had the sweats, I was all over the place for around two weeks while I weaned my body off the drinks.
I remember thinking I would feel so much better with one sip, one drink every three days or so, but I stuck with it.
And then eventually the sweats went away.
And during that whole time, no one in my family had any idea what was going on inside our household.
Because even though I was crashing, to everyone else I was thriving academically, athletically, and “socially”. I had come out of my introvert shell, really putting myself out there and trying new things.
In hindsight, I realize this was the first time I had could hide my flaws through my successes.
I had learned that as long as I excelled, no one would question me.
I had learned to maintain a facade of excellence.