This is the 1921st real story we have told, my name is Lu Yao, and I am 35 years old.
Because I had a hemangioma on my face, I had a different appearance, and not only did I suffer from school violence, but even my teachers treated me coldly. When I was in junior high school, I was deeply devastated by the contempt of a certain teacher, and my grades plummeted, and I even missed out on the key high schools. After entering the society, I realized that appearance has become a key factor in job hunting......
(I'm Lu Yao)
I come from an ordinary family in Changdejin City, Hunan Province, and I have had a red birthmark on the right side of my face since I was a child, a hemangioma, which makes me often discriminated against and bullied by others.
When I was in elementary school, I was nicknamed by my classmates by a lot of nasty nicknames. Luckily, I had a lot of brothers and sisters, and there were ten of my uncle's children and my siblings, eight of whom were boys, and they cared for me very much, so that the other children, although they laughed at me, did not dare to be too presumptuous.
I have excelled in my studies since I was a child, and I have been at the top of almost every exam, and the worst is also in the top three. However, two things that bothered me a lot when I was in junior high school.
I remember at that time, a male classmate suddenly said to me: "You are so ugly, who will marry you in the future?" "It's something I've never thought about, and I'm standing still, speechless, let alone resisting.
Later, I wrote this into the exam essay, and my father saw it when he attended the parent-teacher conference, and he went out of his way to communicate with the school teacher, and the male classmate was severely criticized and educated, and he never laughed at me again.
Although he may have said it unintentionally, it made me doubt myself deeply, and I still feel that no one really loves me.
(No matter how difficult it is, I don't want to give up on my children)
After this incident, my parents' worries about me increased significantly. In the past, I always chose to remain silent when I was ridiculed, because I witnessed my mother crying for me, and she once tried to reason with the children who laughed at me, but the children did not understand and fought back with more vicious language.
Seeing my mother cry made me feel more pain than being ridiculed, and from then on, I decided to bear whatever grievances I faced alone.
However, the red spots on my face are a fact that cannot be changed, and I always pretend that nothing happened in order not to make my parents sad. While I won't confide in my parents, I will seek comfort from my only cousin.
Once, I told my cousin that my tablemate had drawn a "38 line" on the table, and if I crossed the line even slightly, he would prick my arm with a pen. My cousin graduated from the Armed Police Academy and has a resolute personality. She taught me that if he does this again next time, he should first warn him with his eyes, then with a verbal warning, and finally if he can't do it, he can take action, even if he can't beat him, let him know that I am not someone to be messed with.
(There are more boys in my generation, and my own brother is in the middle)
Later, when my tablemate pricked my arm with a pen again, I remembered my cousin's words and resisted for the first time. I first warned with my eyes, but it didn't work. Then I gave a verbal warning, but he remained unmoved. So, when he stabbed me for the third time, I finally couldn't take it anymore and fought back.