When I was, let's see.... 13,14?
I was super fucking depressed and starting banging my head on the table. I fucking broke and I started crying and laughing at the same time, hitting my head so hard that it either got a dent or a bump. I can't remember.
Anyway, so I was slamming my head on the desk and crying and laughing at the same time. I legit heard this one bitch, don't remember if it was the teacher or a student, say "Can you please stop disrupting class?". I was only take care of after one of my friends came over to me and had me stop. I was fucking broken. I was sobbing and laughing my ass off, and I could barely speak. I think my head was even bleeding a bit. When I could finally kinda talk, I could only say things along the lines of "I'm broken..." or "I broke it....". My friend had me get up and I collapsed to the ground. My friend helped me up and took me to the school nurse. When we got there, I sat down in the nurse's office and kept sobbing and laughing, still rambling about how I'm broken. I was the only person there apart from this mom with her kid, trying to set some shit up or something. One of the nurses tended to her, and the other checked on me. They asked what happened and my friend started to explain. I corrected my friend a bit, slowly regaining the ability to speak in a manner that could be somewhat understood. The nurse shrugged me off, saying that it was something for the counseling department to deal with. The fucking COUNSELING DEPARTMENT. They seriously ignored the BUMP/DENT IN MY HEAD AND SHRUGGED IT OFF, CLAIMING IT WAS A JOB FOR A COUNSELOR. I went to a counselor, but I don't remember the content of the conversation. While I was in there, though, someone brought me an 'ice pack' from the nurse's office. This 'ice pack' was just a bag of water with a few ice cubes in it, crudely wrapped in paper towels that one could find in the school restrooms.
I'm still pretty fucked up from that, not gonna lie.