Sticks and stones
Growing up, I had challenges with bullying.
The verbal and emotional abuse I was on the receiving end of from kids at school felt constant.
Everyday going to school felt more like I was going into a war zone.
It had an impact and I was aware of it for some time. I didn’t know I had this until after I finished three years at college.
Loss of self-esteem
When I finished secondary school, I had almost non-existent self-esteem and no sense of direction. I had started getting help for anxiety in my second last year of secondary school.
After a lot of counselling and starting medication, my psychiatrist encouraged that I try going to college.
It was a life-changing three years. I learned that I was much more self-reliant than first believed and actually friendable. I ended up meeting lots of great people and learned a few things about my sexuality as well.
After three years I transferred into a higher degree programme. I was in over my head and had to withdraw at the end of the first term. I moved back home and lost touch with my college friends.
The transition was tough, and I’ve been having major fear of missing out (FOMO) ever since. But, I learned so many new things about myself and what I am capable of.
Appreciating the experience
I am so grateful that I had the opportunity to go to college.
I’ve gained enough knowledge from my art studies that I am able to finally sell completed pieces, and have illustrated a book for a local writer.
Embracing my sexuality
I’ve embraced my sexuality and couldn’t be more proud to be asexual.
I am continuing my art studies at home from books and online sources, and hope to start a club of sorts for young adults who are passionate about animation or graphic novels or art in general.
I am still working on my esteem and I still have setbacks. But, I am doing better all the time.