This fictional short film flips everything you know on its head. It’s a hard watch, but it’s an amazing one. If you want to know what the point of this story is, it’s explained very clearly at 17:09.
TRIGGER WARNING: The ending is somewhat disturbing, and involves an action commonly associated with the results of violence and bullying.
Think this is fiction? This ACTUALLY happened to me in high school, 9-10th grade. (somewhere on here I think I have mentioned this….probably some years ago now if I did) I was in boarding school in Egypt. My roommates were lovers (they were not the only ones), they were both girls. I was the third person in the room. Their abuse and bullying toward me, was non stop. I was pushed, stepped on, hollered at, put down and shunned. I understood later it was because I am straight.
This was a missionary boarding school. I wrote to my mother because I didn’t understand my roommates, was frightened of them and they made my life miserable, VERY deliberately, NOR did I know the terms: ‘lesbian or gay’. There were actually quite a few kids who did believe, fervently, that a boy touching a girl’s hand would cause a baby. In the beginning then, there were NO boy/girl relationships at all in the high school. I apparently began a different road there.
Oh, and I do support gay rights, even while this history remains with me.
Yes, I did try to leave this world…................................. so, while many will think this fiction AGAINST a heterosexual, and while the film is directed to make heterosexuals understand, I DID LIVE the reverse. There was no one there to help me. I was not moved to another room for safety. I did suffer an extreme emotional breakdown and while I asked repeatedly to be permitted to go home to both the school and my parents, none relented in any way. These were all adults who knew and understood something I did not, and not a single one came to my side. While my brother was also at the same school and saw, he was also at an age where having a ‘sister’ was the very worst connection he felt he could have. At one point he did speak with me and even contacted our parents but in vain.
Here’s the thing, every time you holler foul-play for one side, there may be, much to your disdain, the same or worse from the other side. All sides deserve to be noted as equally important.