Hi. As a kid, i had few friends--played with 2 boys down the street, 1 of which was in my class, and his brother maybe 1 or 2 yrs younger. But at school, i was picked on a LOT. Told to ignore them, i could not; they sometimes made it a little physical with tripping me, poking, trying to take my stuff. the written rules say to tell the teacher, but rats/snitches are hated more. When i tried to defend myself, I got in trouble. So not fair! I cried and wanted to die, all the way through into High School. Of course it didn't help that i'm gay, too.
At home, both parents worked. Mom nagged me and Dad. No beatings, but I sometimes hid in a "fort" or someplace. So today I'm still a bit childish, sometimes or in some ways.