I was hated in high school and it had a big effect on me and I wondered what was wrong with me. But as time passed I realised it was because I was introverted. It seems so simple now but at the time it was inexplicable and debilitating.
A funny thing happened to me not so long ago - I would see a middle-aged to elderly man in the city and on the bus who I took to be schizophrenic. I would be friendly and talk to him whenever I saw him. And this went on for years until one day he fixed me with his eye and said, meaningfully, "You've made it". And he was right, I had made it, I had learnt to share my inner life in my daily life, as I walked around and interacted. But this was the last thing he was to say to me, for he disappeared from the streets as though his schizophrenic inner life had overcome him - and he had not made it. It was as though he gave me his last blessing before he was swallowed up. And his last words had the ring of truth.
And although I was hated in high school I am left with some hatred myself for extroverts who are deaf to the inner life. On the othe hand I am deeply pleased to be able to share my rich inner life with those around me.