Words hurt
Some people have called me 'retard' and 'mongol', which is not right or fair for someone with a learning disability.
The thing that I do not like is sometimes they have children with them, which means if they hear one of their parents say it they will think that it is ok for them to say it too.
Some children have even called me names like 'spastic' or even 'stupid', which I know that I am not - I have a had a job for 16 years! I do not blame the children because they do not know any better and it is what they have heard their parents say.
On the way home
One night on the way home from working the night shift at the warehouse company I worked for, I went to a takeaway place to get something to eat. On my way home I saw two men at the bus stop, as I turned into my road one of them stole my food.
I went back to the takeaway place and told them what happened, the man in the shop went out to see if he could see them and they gave me some more food. When I got home I told my mum what happened and she rang the police. The police came and took my statement. They also put something about what happened in my local paper, the Islington gazette.
At the arcade
I am such a trusting person, once I was playing on a fruit machine, I was winning and a guy said that he would change it up for me. Stupidly I trusted him to do that but he did not turn up with the money.
So I went up to the cash desk to get it but they did not have it. They had a CCTV photo of him walking out of the arcade with the money.
They rang the police and the next morning I had to go to Tottenham police station to give them a statement.
At school
When I was younger I went to a special school. At play time a so called friend of mine kept bullying me into giving him my money. I told one of the teachers so he stopped for a little while, but then he started again. This time he said that if I told anyone at school he would make it worse for me. There were times when I did not want to go to school because of him but I knew that I had to because I did not want my mum to get in trouble.
I could not tell my mum about him because I knew that she would have gone down to the school and I did not want her to do that because she had my other five younger brothers and sisters to look after.
In the end I went to the headmaster and he took him up in the office and said that bulling will not be tolerated at this school, he said that if it happens again he will be sent home. So he stopped and we become good friends after that.
Forgiving the bullies
I feel very upset and annoyed about what has happened to me but I do forgive those who have bullied me. I believe they didn't know any better and in time I think they will realise that what they did was not right.