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Do you remember the first time you felt truly insulted?


André Toulon

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I remember mine....It was when we moved to Louisiana when I was 7......I remember starting school and I asked a question.......I used the term "you guys" in some capacity and I was greeted with a resounding collective laughter followed by finger pointing, and poorly structured insults from other 7-8 year olds.

The reason it was funny is because I said "you guys" instead of "y'all".....It was that day I was taught the word "y'all" and at the time, I felt dumb because I was unfamiliar with it.......My point is, stupid people like to try and make other people feel stupid by deriding you with stupid shit.

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I got way less slack for saying 'you guys' compared to when I brought a Pepsi to school. The other kids acted like I shot someone. 

Speaking of my old northern roots, the first time I was truly insulted was back when I was 5 in Spokane, Washington. A bitch who was around 6 asked to speak to me in private while we were chilling with our group of friends. Once we're alone, she tells me that it's inappropriate for a black girl to be best friends with the popular white girl of our group who was pretty much the reason we got together. I realized that this bitch was jealous of me and afraid of my best friend hearing this conversation, so I just smiled and used every cursing phrase I've heard my big brother say(which was a LOT). That bitch ran off crying, and I just went back to our friends with that same smile on my face. 

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i think the first time i felt TRULY insulted was when i lived in vermont. my step sister came to live with us. i won't go into detail

of all this shit she did. but i was truly embarrassed and insulted in 7th grade. we were all kind of hanging around waiting 

for basketball practice, and my friend eve and i were joking and cuttin' up. my step sister, with a couple of her friends sitting, 

looked me dead in the face and called me a n**ger. i was stunned. but, i couldn't say anything to my parental unit, or bitch of a step mother,

because the step sister could do no wrong, i was so glad when that bitch moved back to her dad's and they carted me off to cape cod. 

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On 2/10/2018 at 7:08 AM, discolemonade said:

i think the first time i felt TRULY insulted was when i lived in vermont. my step sister came to live with us. i won't go into detail

of all this shit she did. but i was truly embarrassed and insulted in 7th grade. we were all kind of hanging around waiting 

for basketball practice, and my friend eve and i were joking and cuttin' up. my step sister, with a couple of her friends sitting, 

looked me dead in the face and called me a n**ger. i was stunned. but, i couldn't say anything to my parental unit, or bitch of a step mother,

because the step sister could do no wrong, i was so glad when that bitch moved back to her dad's and they carted me off to cape cod. 

The funny thing is, I didn't even know I was supposed to be insulted the first time I was called n*gg*r....I was born in Cali and we lived in a nice part of L.A. so I wasn't around gangs and shit, and the people where I lived didn't say it (to my knowledge) when we moved south I heard it, but it never sounded like an insult until we moved to Mississippi.....Even then, it wasn't directed to me.

This redneck fuck called my sister a Chinan*gg*r (she's part Asian) and it set me off....I beat the dog shit out of this kid and when I told my mom, she didn't get mad at me at all.....It was then that I learned the dirty history of the word, but I honestly can't say "n*gg*r" is what triggered it....It was just that some racist little shit made my sister cry.

Also, incidentally....My son slapped a kid that insulted his sister 2 days ago....I felt good that the bloodline is well preserved in him......And this is his big sister.

 

 

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When I was 4 in preschool. I didn’t know that things about me were different from other little boys. The first thing I remember and I felt really hurt by it was everybody making fun of my backpack bc it had pretty flower graphics on it.

It got worse and worse and the teasing and bullying escalated to me getting beat up a lot. Mostly in the bathroom or on the playground. Every single day I had to go was terrible, and I constantly felt paralyzed and helpless. They peed on me and thought it was really funny. On the playground there was this playhouse that had a bunch of bee nests in it. Nobody would go near it so I’d hide there. I’d crawl in and lay on the ground in the dark so nobody would see me and the bees wouldn’t attack. I hated every second of it but it felt like the only option I had. I’d wait there until it was time to go in.

eventually after showing up at home w/bruises all the time my parents took me out of that place

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1 hour ago, Poof said:

When I was 4 in preschool. I didn’t know that things about me were different from other little boys. The first thing I remember and I felt really hurt by it was everybody making fun of my backpack bc it had pretty flower graphics on it.

It got worse and worse and the teasing and bullying escalated to me getting beat up a lot. Mostly in the bathroom or on the playground. Every single day I had to go was terrible, and I constantly felt paralyzed and helpless. They peed on me and thought it was really funny. On the playground there was this playhouse that had a bunch of bee nests in it. Nobody would go near it so I’d hide there. I’d crawl in and lay on the ground in the dark so nobody would see me and the bees wouldn’t attack. I hated every second of it but it felt like the only option I had. I’d wait there until it was time to go in.

eventually after showing up at home w/bruises all the time my parents took me out of that place

Damn......Bees?  DAMN.  

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