Chris Chen
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Hi:
I am a 31-year-old man from the Liaoning province of China. I was born there but came to the USA when I was 16.
People in the west seem to think China is more friendly for boys over girls than the rest of the world. It isn't.
In China, as in most parts of the world, girls are allowed to mistreat boys but boys dare not mistreat girls. If a boy mistreats a girl, the men will severely condemn him even if the girl instigated the situation.
In China, as in most parts of the world, there is this age-old myth that girls are better-behaved and weaker than boys. This is so wrong. The average pre-adolescent girl is no more innocent, weak, better-haved, sensitive, delicate or vulnerable than the average pre-adolescent boy.
My present is decent and I can't see anything wrong with my current life. It's my past that really hurts me. As you probably all understand, childhood abuse of any type of something that is very difficult for it's victims to get over. I am a survivor of such abuse. I'm currently getting therapy for it because it is far from easy.
In my school, male staff would corporally punish boys to the point of severe pain. However, these same men never laid a finger on girls. Girls were only disciplined by female instructors [and in private]. However, if a women wasn't around [as was the case in my horror hostel from grades 5 to 8], girls weren't disciplined at all. Men simply weren't allowed to make physical contact with girls. Boys, on the other hand, faced severe physical pain and humiliation from male teacher. If a boy stepped out of line, the male instructors would make the boy take off his clothes [everything at that], they would then whip the boy's naked scrotum with a leather whip.
At the ages of 10 to 13, my life was miserable. I had just started living in a hostel-like school -- that housed both boys and girls. All staff were male. I was there for grades 5 to 8. The school had different compartments for each age.
For both boys and girls, the uniform was 100% cotton and pure-white shorts, socks, sneakers, and a half-sleeve, collar-free T-shirts.
Since girls physically-mature faster than boys, most girls were bigger and stronger than boys of the same age. Despite this fact the male staff members would always treat girls better* than boys.
*better = more compassion, more sympathy, more respect, more gentleness, more easiness, more empathy, more cleanliness, more protection, more luxury, more personal space, more privacy, more security, more freedom, etc.
Girls would often cruelly-exploit this anti-boy sexism. Male staff, girls' fathers, and girls' older brothers were unfairly supportive of these girls and viciously discriminatory against boys. Father and big brothers taught their daughters and little sisters, respectively, to hate boys.
It was around two weeks after I turned 10, and things took a terrible turn and were to stay that way for the almost the next 4 years. There was a girl my age named "Sunling" who did terrible things to me despite the fact that I never laid a finger on her.
Sunling sat right behind me in class. She would physically follow me wherever I went -- often walking or standing just inches behind me.
Sunling would slap, punch, hit, and push me around just for fun, because she knew she would get away with it. She would also rest on me by putting her head on my shoulders. She would bang her fists on my back just for her own sick pleasure. She would also pull my hair to the point of pain and smell it, then she rudely teased me and how my hair smelled bad.
Sunling would spit, drool, and blow mucus from her nose into my food and also directly into my mouth. She would often drool and make me play with the drool [using my fingers] as it dangled down her chin. She also made me play with her mucus as it dangled out of her nostrils.
The staff had this mean practice of purposely tainting boys' food with vaseline. This caused boys to have diarrhea.
Sunling would invade my personal space by closely smelling me and then commenting on how I smelled bad.
Sunling would often spit and drool on my hands, hair, feet, toes, legs, neck, back, armpits, and arms. Following this, she would make me rub that saliva on my hands, hair, toes, feet, legs, neck, back, armpits, and arms. She would then smell them and comment on how they stunk.
Sunling used my clothes to blow and clean her nose with.
Also, silverwear was provided for girls. Boys, however, had to eat with their hands. Sunling would spit and drool into my hands as I tried to eat. She also blew mucus out of her nose into my hands as I tried to eat my food.
Sunling would also make me vomit by punching me in the stomach. Following this, she would make me rub the vomit on my hands, hair, feet, toes, legs, neck, back, armpits, and arms.
Sunling would often stretch my arms and legs to the point of extreme pain and make it very difficult for me to walk or move my arms.
There was physical education in our school. The coaches were male. The coaches never made girls work, but they would force boys to run like crazy until the boys were drowning in stinky sweat. The girls' locker room had showers, they boys' locker room didn't. So boys smelled bad. But it doesn't end there. The girls had free laundries on campus, girls could wash their clothes whenver they wanted to. Boys weren't allowed to use those laundaries. Girls were allowed to enter boys' locker rooms buy boys were not allowed to enter girls' locker rooms. Also, girls were allowed to enter boys' bathrooms but not visa versa. The boys' bathrooms did not have any urinals and the toilets did not have stalls around them, so anyone could see the boys as they were relieving themselves.
Sunling would often follow me into the boys' bathroom and observe me do my thing. Whenever I had to defecate, she would force me -- with threats of brutal physical violence -- not to clean by behind after defecating. She would also force me -- with those threats -- to rub my feces onto my hands, hair, feet, toes, legs, neck, back, armpits, and arms. She would then smell those parts of me and tease me about how they smelled bad.
Girls were provided with free soap, deodorant, anti-perspirant, and perfumes. Boys weren't. Girls were also allowed to shower whever they felt like it.
Sunling would smell my hands, hair, feet, toes, legs, neck, back, socks, clothes, armpits, and arms after physical education class. Obviously I smelled bad because of the sweat. Sunling then teased me about my body odor.
Sunling would often make me take off my shoes and socks after exercise. She would then spit on my toes, smell them and make fun of how them smelled, likening the smell to that of fermented tofu.
This horror hostel had a rule [made by the male staff]. When it was a girl's birthday, the girl was handed a leather whip and informed that she may whip any boy she feels like. The boys in the class were to stand up totally-naked against the wall and face the wall. The girl would then be allowed to strike the boys with the whip. Sunling readily took advantage of this and whipped the boys on her birthday. The back of my left lower leg was in excruciating pain and turned purple as a result of this violence.
I dare not even dream of defending myself against Sunling. If I expressed any desire to stand up to her, she herself could easily kill me with her bare hands. In addition, she would gain the support of her girl gang, her older brother [who is 5 years older than me], and her father. This overprotection of girls [from boys] is so illogical, because girls are stronger and more abusive than boys.
That fact that I'm not alone in suffering this boyhood abuse does not make me feel any more at home, in fact it increases my sympathy for boy-children and my dislike for girl-children, as well as my hatred toward society. I can't say I have much self-pity. There are boys who have gone through so much worse than me, it's these boys who I save my sorrow for.
After I finished this horrible dungeon of a school, I felt a sigh of relief as I entered high school -- where most kids are 14 and up. In high school, the girls were not as mean as they were in grades 5 to 8. They were still treated better than boys and used this sexism to their advantage but they weren't nearly as cruel. At 14 and older, I noticed boys would catch up in height and physical strength with girls.
When I was 15 I got the courage to tell my mom about how Sunling ruined 4 years of my life. How Sunling was a thorn at my side who beat me, degraded me, and humiliated me. How none the adults stood up for me. My mom was very upset.
Ever since I reported this to my mom, I find she needs just as much therapy -- if not more -- than me. Mom my has always had very protective feelings toward me. She's also had a preference for boys over girls.
Five months before my 16th birthday, my parents were discussing moving to America. About a month after I turned 16, we packed our bags and headed to US. It took us an additional 7 months to become full US citizens. Now, here I am in USA.
Currently, I live in Rowland Heights of Southern California.
The pain which I suffered when I was 10 to 13 still lurks in me as well as my mom.
Is there anyway I can help my mom too? I don't want her to die early of stress-related illneses.
Even decades after the bullying stopped, my mom still wants to take the law into her own hands and do to Sunling what she did to me.
My mom has always had extremely protective feelings toward me.
My mom continues to dwell on the bullying I suffered from Sunling.
Please note I don't hate women, I hate girls.
If anything, I've liked women more than men. I remember in high school, and in my elementary school that housed kids below 5th grades, there were both male and female teachers.
The female teachers treated kids equally regardless of gender. It's the male teachers who favored girls over boys.
When I calm and able to think things through I ask the following questions:
1. Why does society force men/boys to treat girls better than boys?
2. Why are girls so cold-hearted as to exploit this pro-girl sexism?
3. Why did Sunling like to smell me if I smelled so bad?
4. Why did Sunling want me to smell bad?
5. If society allows women to discipline girls, why doesn't society allow men to discipline girls?
6. If society allows men to discipline boys, why doesn't society allow men to discipline girls?
7. When girls are punished [by women obviously], why is the punishment done private where males can't see, while the punishment of boys [by men] is done publicly?
There seems to be no logic to this pro-girl, anti-boy sexism.
Any assistance on this matter would be greatly appreciated.
Sincerely,
Chris
I am a 31-year-old man from the Liaoning province of China. I was born there but came to the USA when I was 16.
People in the west seem to think China is more friendly for boys over girls than the rest of the world. It isn't.
In China, as in most parts of the world, girls are allowed to mistreat boys but boys dare not mistreat girls. If a boy mistreats a girl, the men will severely condemn him even if the girl instigated the situation.
In China, as in most parts of the world, there is this age-old myth that girls are better-behaved and weaker than boys. This is so wrong. The average pre-adolescent girl is no more innocent, weak, better-haved, sensitive, delicate or vulnerable than the average pre-adolescent boy.
My present is decent and I can't see anything wrong with my current life. It's my past that really hurts me. As you probably all understand, childhood abuse of any type of something that is very difficult for it's victims to get over. I am a survivor of such abuse. I'm currently getting therapy for it because it is far from easy.
In my school, male staff would corporally punish boys to the point of severe pain. However, these same men never laid a finger on girls. Girls were only disciplined by female instructors [and in private]. However, if a women wasn't around [as was the case in my horror hostel from grades 5 to 8], girls weren't disciplined at all. Men simply weren't allowed to make physical contact with girls. Boys, on the other hand, faced severe physical pain and humiliation from male teacher. If a boy stepped out of line, the male instructors would make the boy take off his clothes [everything at that], they would then whip the boy's naked scrotum with a leather whip.
At the ages of 10 to 13, my life was miserable. I had just started living in a hostel-like school -- that housed both boys and girls. All staff were male. I was there for grades 5 to 8. The school had different compartments for each age.
For both boys and girls, the uniform was 100% cotton and pure-white shorts, socks, sneakers, and a half-sleeve, collar-free T-shirts.
Since girls physically-mature faster than boys, most girls were bigger and stronger than boys of the same age. Despite this fact the male staff members would always treat girls better* than boys.
*better = more compassion, more sympathy, more respect, more gentleness, more easiness, more empathy, more cleanliness, more protection, more luxury, more personal space, more privacy, more security, more freedom, etc.
Girls would often cruelly-exploit this anti-boy sexism. Male staff, girls' fathers, and girls' older brothers were unfairly supportive of these girls and viciously discriminatory against boys. Father and big brothers taught their daughters and little sisters, respectively, to hate boys.
It was around two weeks after I turned 10, and things took a terrible turn and were to stay that way for the almost the next 4 years. There was a girl my age named "Sunling" who did terrible things to me despite the fact that I never laid a finger on her.
Sunling sat right behind me in class. She would physically follow me wherever I went -- often walking or standing just inches behind me.
Sunling would slap, punch, hit, and push me around just for fun, because she knew she would get away with it. She would also rest on me by putting her head on my shoulders. She would bang her fists on my back just for her own sick pleasure. She would also pull my hair to the point of pain and smell it, then she rudely teased me and how my hair smelled bad.
Sunling would spit, drool, and blow mucus from her nose into my food and also directly into my mouth. She would often drool and make me play with the drool [using my fingers] as it dangled down her chin. She also made me play with her mucus as it dangled out of her nostrils.
The staff had this mean practice of purposely tainting boys' food with vaseline. This caused boys to have diarrhea.
Sunling would invade my personal space by closely smelling me and then commenting on how I smelled bad.
Sunling would often spit and drool on my hands, hair, feet, toes, legs, neck, back, armpits, and arms. Following this, she would make me rub that saliva on my hands, hair, toes, feet, legs, neck, back, armpits, and arms. She would then smell them and comment on how they stunk.
Sunling used my clothes to blow and clean her nose with.
Also, silverwear was provided for girls. Boys, however, had to eat with their hands. Sunling would spit and drool into my hands as I tried to eat. She also blew mucus out of her nose into my hands as I tried to eat my food.
Sunling would also make me vomit by punching me in the stomach. Following this, she would make me rub the vomit on my hands, hair, feet, toes, legs, neck, back, armpits, and arms.
Sunling would often stretch my arms and legs to the point of extreme pain and make it very difficult for me to walk or move my arms.
There was physical education in our school. The coaches were male. The coaches never made girls work, but they would force boys to run like crazy until the boys were drowning in stinky sweat. The girls' locker room had showers, they boys' locker room didn't. So boys smelled bad. But it doesn't end there. The girls had free laundries on campus, girls could wash their clothes whenver they wanted to. Boys weren't allowed to use those laundaries. Girls were allowed to enter boys' locker rooms buy boys were not allowed to enter girls' locker rooms. Also, girls were allowed to enter boys' bathrooms but not visa versa. The boys' bathrooms did not have any urinals and the toilets did not have stalls around them, so anyone could see the boys as they were relieving themselves.
Sunling would often follow me into the boys' bathroom and observe me do my thing. Whenever I had to defecate, she would force me -- with threats of brutal physical violence -- not to clean by behind after defecating. She would also force me -- with those threats -- to rub my feces onto my hands, hair, feet, toes, legs, neck, back, armpits, and arms. She would then smell those parts of me and tease me about how they smelled bad.
Girls were provided with free soap, deodorant, anti-perspirant, and perfumes. Boys weren't. Girls were also allowed to shower whever they felt like it.
Sunling would smell my hands, hair, feet, toes, legs, neck, back, socks, clothes, armpits, and arms after physical education class. Obviously I smelled bad because of the sweat. Sunling then teased me about my body odor.
Sunling would often make me take off my shoes and socks after exercise. She would then spit on my toes, smell them and make fun of how them smelled, likening the smell to that of fermented tofu.
This horror hostel had a rule [made by the male staff]. When it was a girl's birthday, the girl was handed a leather whip and informed that she may whip any boy she feels like. The boys in the class were to stand up totally-naked against the wall and face the wall. The girl would then be allowed to strike the boys with the whip. Sunling readily took advantage of this and whipped the boys on her birthday. The back of my left lower leg was in excruciating pain and turned purple as a result of this violence.
I dare not even dream of defending myself against Sunling. If I expressed any desire to stand up to her, she herself could easily kill me with her bare hands. In addition, she would gain the support of her girl gang, her older brother [who is 5 years older than me], and her father. This overprotection of girls [from boys] is so illogical, because girls are stronger and more abusive than boys.
That fact that I'm not alone in suffering this boyhood abuse does not make me feel any more at home, in fact it increases my sympathy for boy-children and my dislike for girl-children, as well as my hatred toward society. I can't say I have much self-pity. There are boys who have gone through so much worse than me, it's these boys who I save my sorrow for.
After I finished this horrible dungeon of a school, I felt a sigh of relief as I entered high school -- where most kids are 14 and up. In high school, the girls were not as mean as they were in grades 5 to 8. They were still treated better than boys and used this sexism to their advantage but they weren't nearly as cruel. At 14 and older, I noticed boys would catch up in height and physical strength with girls.
When I was 15 I got the courage to tell my mom about how Sunling ruined 4 years of my life. How Sunling was a thorn at my side who beat me, degraded me, and humiliated me. How none the adults stood up for me. My mom was very upset.
Ever since I reported this to my mom, I find she needs just as much therapy -- if not more -- than me. Mom my has always had very protective feelings toward me. She's also had a preference for boys over girls.
Five months before my 16th birthday, my parents were discussing moving to America. About a month after I turned 16, we packed our bags and headed to US. It took us an additional 7 months to become full US citizens. Now, here I am in USA.
Currently, I live in Rowland Heights of Southern California.
The pain which I suffered when I was 10 to 13 still lurks in me as well as my mom.
Is there anyway I can help my mom too? I don't want her to die early of stress-related illneses.
Even decades after the bullying stopped, my mom still wants to take the law into her own hands and do to Sunling what she did to me.
My mom has always had extremely protective feelings toward me.
My mom continues to dwell on the bullying I suffered from Sunling.
Please note I don't hate women, I hate girls.
If anything, I've liked women more than men. I remember in high school, and in my elementary school that housed kids below 5th grades, there were both male and female teachers.
The female teachers treated kids equally regardless of gender. It's the male teachers who favored girls over boys.
When I calm and able to think things through I ask the following questions:
1. Why does society force men/boys to treat girls better than boys?
2. Why are girls so cold-hearted as to exploit this pro-girl sexism?
3. Why did Sunling like to smell me if I smelled so bad?
4. Why did Sunling want me to smell bad?
5. If society allows women to discipline girls, why doesn't society allow men to discipline girls?
6. If society allows men to discipline boys, why doesn't society allow men to discipline girls?
7. When girls are punished [by women obviously], why is the punishment done private where males can't see, while the punishment of boys [by men] is done publicly?
There seems to be no logic to this pro-girl, anti-boy sexism.
Any assistance on this matter would be greatly appreciated.
Sincerely,
Chris
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